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Chapter 1
It was late, about midnight storm clouds had just started to roll in over the horizon. A boy about the age of sixteen was making his way home on this very night. His scared wide piercing green eyes watching everything to be sure he wasn't in any danger. His heart pounding in his chest, arms crossed tight against his small chest his jacket wrapped tight around his body tom keep out the cold wind that threaded to freeze the boys fragile figure, a little strand of his hair fell across his face touching his nose making him jump. The dark was one of his fears and he had no idea how much longer he could last in the cold weather that is until he heard a voice from behind him say "Need some help?". The boy turned around quick to catch a glimps of a dark figure before he started to run off down the street the cold wind making his eyes water. The little tears blurring his vision making him trip and fall flat onto his face. As always. The boy was quite Clumbys when startled by such a voice or figure. How could it be that someone wanted to help the poor defenseless boy? Maybe because he looked like easy prey and it wouldn't be hard to take him down, knock him out cold and posibbly rape him.mhe was always thinking up crazy things that might have happened to him, even if he wasnt outside. Getting off the ground he brushed off his hoodie and turned to see if he was being followed, luckily he wasn't and whoever it was that had scared the crap out of him was gone, that is until he turned around and saw the man standing before him.
Dark long hair that swept across his face covering his dark gray eyes, his hair traveled down his back, past his rear just a few inches or so, sharp bangs at either side of his ears. The hair made him look devious and well scary to the boy. His eyes were only focused on this young boy standing before him with his scared green eyes and trembling hands. The man brushed back a strand of his hair then fixed his black buttoned up shirt, a red tie down the front making the shirt stand out more then the tie it's self, his jeans also dark to match the shirt. But the odd thing was he had on a black trench coat and black VANs. To the boy this was just an odd fashion statement. What was this guy trying to look like, an assassin mixed with some guy wearing a suit? Odd indeed. The boy took a step back from him his eyes still wide with fear, looking back he shook his head. Running back the other way wouldnt help him in the situation, looking back up at the other he looked past him. No one. Taking the chance he sprinted past the taller male and managed to get by before he was caught. He kept running until he finally made it into his neighborhood, half out of breath now. The cold air stinging his air ways, his lungs were burning with what felt like acid and fire. He grabbed at his throat feeling like he was starting to chocke o. How bad his throat also burned with a stinging pain that would only go away with a glass of refreshing cold water, looking back once. Nothing. He then made a mad dash to his house but stopped short when he saw the taller male again. This time he noticed the red tie had vanished. The shirt under the coat was completely black, a long sleeve under shirt. The jeans still black like before, the VANs now black boots. He stepped back shaking now with fear. "wh-who are you!? What do you want" the boy cried gripping the front of his hoodie tying to catch what breath he had left before he almost passed out. The taller male stayed quiet. His eyes still focused on this boy as if there was something about him that made him..different from anyone else he had ever seen or met. The taller male was waiting right by the boys house making it impossible for him to run home. The boy cursed under his breath and just gave up. The taller male seeing that the boy had given up, smirked.
(to tired to continue, if anyone starts reading this, know that I shall continue typing when I am back on ^-^)
Dark long hair that swept across his face covering his dark gray eyes, his hair traveled down his back, past his rear just a few inches or so, sharp bangs at either side of his ears. The hair made him look devious and well scary to the boy. His eyes were only focused on this young boy standing before him with his scared green eyes and trembling hands. The man brushed back a strand of his hair then fixed his black buttoned up shirt, a red tie down the front making the shirt stand out more then the tie it's self, his jeans also dark to match the shirt. But the odd thing was he had on a black trench coat and black VANs. To the boy this was just an odd fashion statement. What was this guy trying to look like, an assassin mixed with some guy wearing a suit? Odd indeed. The boy took a step back from him his eyes still wide with fear, looking back he shook his head. Running back the other way wouldnt help him in the situation, looking back up at the other he looked past him. No one. Taking the chance he sprinted past the taller male and managed to get by before he was caught. He kept running until he finally made it into his neighborhood, half out of breath now. The cold air stinging his air ways, his lungs were burning with what felt like acid and fire. He grabbed at his throat feeling like he was starting to chocke o. How bad his throat also burned with a stinging pain that would only go away with a glass of refreshing cold water, looking back once. Nothing. He then made a mad dash to his house but stopped short when he saw the taller male again. This time he noticed the red tie had vanished. The shirt under the coat was completely black, a long sleeve under shirt. The jeans still black like before, the VANs now black boots. He stepped back shaking now with fear. "wh-who are you!? What do you want" the boy cried gripping the front of his hoodie tying to catch what breath he had left before he almost passed out. The taller male stayed quiet. His eyes still focused on this boy as if there was something about him that made him..different from anyone else he had ever seen or met. The taller male was waiting right by the boys house making it impossible for him to run home. The boy cursed under his breath and just gave up. The taller male seeing that the boy had given up, smirked.
(to tired to continue, if anyone starts reading this, know that I shall continue typing when I am back on ^-^)
