Tommyinnit Oneshots

Demon Boy

Night, on the street.

It was night and I was on the run I could feel the crimson liquid running down my face as I ran faster then I have ever before, adrenaline kicking in as the rain was pouring down hitting my face washing some of the crimson liquid off, leaving red water behind, I could feel it splash me every second, I ran on the rocky road, splashing through puddles and getting wet, I was on the run from those....disgusting HUMANS....I HATE people, especially HUMANS, they say we're the monster, when there the ones chasing after us with pitchforks and torches! I hate everyone! TRUST NO ONE. And do WHATEVER it takes to survive, that's how I've been living. I don't care if I get bruised or scratched or even bleed, do whatever it takes to survive, and trust no one, there all liars and manipulators. I ran into a alleyway losing the humans. I stopped to catch my breath but then kept running. At the end of the alleyway was a brick wall but there was one odd one sticking out, any other human wouldn't see it but I'm a demon. I went to the brick and pushed it in. You could then hear machines going off and the wall opened, inside was a house, I could see 3 figures, I hid under the window and then crawled into the basement.

A few weeks later

I've been living here for a while and no one knows about me. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming down stairs in the basement, I hid in the dark and watched as a figure came out, his name was Phil, I've learned there names by ease dropping and listening to there conversations. The bird man then looked into the dark, he could sense me, I know it. "Who are you." He said. Calm but scary. I come out of the dark. "Sorry? I guess. I came in here a few weeks ago and needed a place to stay to heal up so I just took your basement and have been living in here for a couple of weeks." I say surprisingly calmly. The man looked at me for a second and then asked. "How old are you?" He said. "Definitely younger than you, old man." I snickered. The man just chuckled a little. "Seriously how old are you." He said, in a calm but threatening voice. I waited and wondered if I could trust him, I just sighed and replied. "Hi, the names Tommy, and I'm 12 years old." I said smiling

What happens next?
TO BE CONTINUED...