FINISHED!
Even as a cripple Theodore "Theo" was feared and respected by his peers. With his strong character Theo doesn't let his dissability bring him down. But what happens when his father, Thomas Shelby, finds out that the crippled boy is actuall...
(Theo's P.O.V.) I was sat against the wall near the gate of the school. Watching the students all trail out of the school, ready to go home. Suddenly I heard a whistle that took me away from my thoughts. I turned my head into the whistles direction. A smirk played on my lips as I saw my friends walk towards me. "So, what do you want us to do, Theo?" Jack questioned looking at the students leave the school grounds. "See the lad over there. With the glasses?" I asked looking to the person I was talking about. Jack nodded but held a questioning look. "He is the one who will bring us to Joe, William and Richard" I told him, "how?". "You've got 10 quid and I'll show you" I said with a smirk. Jack chuckled and handed me 10 quid "now what?". I put my hand up, telling him to be patient. Eventually, the teen, was ready to go home himself. "Luke! I want to talk to you" I called at him. He soon arrived in front of me and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "I'll give you 10 quid, in return you tell us when you give Joe his homework, which you always provide for him".
"Luke! Where are you!" I heard Joe call out in frustration. "He isn't here. But we are" Jack said with a smirk. As he stepped with our 2 other friends, towards Joe, Richard and William. "Who are you?" Joe questioned angry. "Lets cut to the point lads" Jack continued, "we are her for revenge. Or what my friend called it. His vendetta". Joe looked absolutely clueless, but caught on quick. I looked down to his hand that went into a fist and I smirked at him. "Go ahead" Jack said challenging him to throw the first punch. He quickly ducked when Joe swung his fist at me. While my other friends began to figgt the other 2. None of them were able to hit my friends. It didn't take long for the fight to finish. After all, Joe, Richard or William did not have the fighting knowledge that we have. All three of them where now beaten up and laying on the ground. Blood covering their face, bruises forming, and groaning in pure pain. Now it was my turn to show my face. I let myself drop to the ground and crawled out the shadow, like a prawling animal. Their face went pale with fear and I chuckled yet stayed silent as I crawled closer and closer. Untill eventually I was face to face with Joe. I could feel his shaking breath on my skin as I hovered over him. "You know what it feels like to break a bone?" I asked him, "let me describe it for you. First, you may hear or feel a snap or a grinding noise as the injury happens. You don't feel the pain immediatly due to adrenaline rushing through you. But within a second you feel it. It hits you hard, like you can't breath. Desperatly trying to gasp for air but failing. You are fighting the urge to pass out. Sometimes you succeed, but most times you will fail". All the while I explained the pain of breaking a bone. I taunted Joe into believing I was going to break one of his limbs. "Shall I show you by breaking your legs?" I asked him, "Please" he begged me, "please dont". I smirked once more hearing him beg for mercy. "Alright" I said and crawled a bit off from him. He let out a deep relieved sigh. But of course, I had not had my revenge yet. "I won't break both legs" I admitted and immediatly twisted Joe's leg into an awkward position. I heard the blood curdling scream coming from his throat as I felt his leg break between my hands. Before crawling towards his face. "A broken leg, for a broken leg" I whispered at him and then crawled away from them. "Just remember to breath in and out when you feel the pain in your broken leg, Joe" I told him, making my friends laugh loudly. We all made our way back to where I had stabled Black-Jack for the day. I paid the stable hand before being helped to get onto Black-Jack's back. I may have broken legs, but I have great balance to be able to keep my upright. So I had no problem with riding my horse, although the two of us preffered the small wagon. I nodded a thank you at my friends "I don't think he'll be a problem anymore". To which they all agreed. Before biding me a good day and leaving to go home themselves. I clicked my tongue and Jack moved on.
Leaves drifted to the side after getting kicked up by Jack's hooves. I had given him a loose rein as he took me home through the forest. It was getting a bit later, dusk was beginning to come around. I let out a relaxed sigh and closed my eyes, just to listen to my surrounding and feel Jack move underneath me. Then Black-Jack lifted his head and his ears perked up as he stopped walking instantly. "What is it, boy?" I asked him as I noticed he was worries about something. He was snorting and was looking around frantically. I began to look around aswell, teying to figure out what spooked my horse. My eyes scanned through the thick tree line but the thickness of the woods made it difficult to see far. Then I saw some movement in the trees. I turned Jack towards it to get a closer look. Again I saw movement in the tree line and my heart immediately began thumping faster. My eyes went wide as I saw that he had a gun raised at us. "Get on Jack!" I yelled at my horse and turned us around. Jack galloped as fast as he could away from the person with the gun. But we where not out of range yet. I heard the gun being fired off. And not soon later I yelled out as I felt pain coarse through my stomach and side. I lost balance and fell forward onto Jack's neck while clutching my side. I felt the blood stain my hand and part of Jack neck. "Ja-ck.... ge-t us... h-home" I begged the horse while trying to hold on. Jack was desperatly trying to get us home safely. But with every stride, I felt myself get weaker and weaker. My eyelids began to close as I fought against the unconsiousness. But eventually, my body had enough and I fell down Jack's side to the ground. A loud groan and air escaped my lips as my body connected to the hard ground. "Jack" I whispered for my horse. But he was in a blind panic and continued to run home. Leaving me behind, with the person who had shot me. I laid there in pain, on the cold forest floor. Breathing hard as I lost more and more blood. My ears picked up the sound of crunching leaves. Weakily I turned my head to see the person who had shot me. I couldn't see their face but instantly knew who it was when he had spoken out "well hello again, Theo". I rolled myself onto my stomach, groaning in pain and began to try and crawl away from him. No, please... anyone but him. "There was no mistaking you when I saw you and your useless legs weeks ago". Was the last thing I heard, before falling unconcious. Due to the blood loss.
Meanwhile
(Tommy's P.O.V.) I don't know what had made me come outside. But something inside of me told me to do so. Now I stood cluelessly in front of my front door. Just aimlessly peering into the darkness. The sound of a galloping horse sounded through the air. Ah, Theo must be arriving home. But as the galloping neared, I realized it was a normal gallop. It was one that told me the horse was panicking. "Whoa whoa!" I told Jack and spread my arms to stop him from continuing. Jack reared up in a panic. I thankfullt was able to catch his reins and pull him down to four hooves. He still was panicking and trying to get loose. "Easy Jack. Easy" I calmly spoke to the horse.
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He soon calmed down enough, still snorting loudly. I stroked his neck before pulling mt hand back instantly after feeling something wet and sticky. My hand was red, blood red. My eyes widened and I looked at the gate "Theo!".
