THE RICH BOY'S PET (Preview Story On Webnovel)

Chapter 1: Upon A Dark Knight

Chapter 1: Upon A Dark Knight

Dark Alley, Kriston Way, Baltiney, New York...

     The rancid stench of oil and garbage lingered in already stale air as the burning sensation of a young disheveled blond lad with piercing sorrowful blue eyes, unkempt curly hair, and a thin pale build barely visible due to the oversized gray sweatshirt, jeans, and dirty white t-shirt that lined the visibly distressed lad's thin frame as he attempted with little to no success to scramble to his feet following the humiliating experience of being pushed to the ground. He had not been alone as a violent kick to his gut and the crushing stamping on his fingers amid the disgusting puddle of water and oil indicated that he'd been on the receiving end of a none-too-subtle beating. How he had earned the ire of the brutes setting about to do him a good deal of harm had been a mere side effect of his existence, his mousy cracked voice, and wide doe eyes didn't help matters, and nor had his small stature when it came to the question of whether or not he could defend himself.

He had been lousy at fighting, and even worse when it came to the art of negotiation and delegation. His natural clumsiness and outright positive outlook had been an affront to the people around him despite his rather depressing situation of being born poor and unwanted in terms of his existence as far as his father had been concerned.

"Fresh Fish!" growled one of the brutes, a rather large young adult who'd been quite comfortable driving his fists and feet into the soft defenseless body of the helpless blond lad. "Dead FISH!"

Had he not been getting his stomach kicked in, he might have been humiliated by the twisted variant of his surname. On paper, he'd been simply Henley, Henley Fisher, and ever since he could remember people have been making fun of his name. He had not cared whenever his first name had been mocked, a running joke even to him, but his surname had come from his Dad and his Dad had been his whole world even if the man had not cared to include the boy anywhere near his.

Another swift kick and the stinging burning pain in his lungs returned with his young weak body quivering, he thought it would be the day, the day he'd finally been killed by one of the angry neighborhood boys but as it turned out, this wasn't to be the case.

On the cusp of unconsciousness, Henley Fisher rolled onto his back gasping for breath just as another hard blow was about to rain down upon him only for the sound of something akin to a scream filled the area and a lone figure clad in a rather impressive looking black suit stepped out of the shadows. He had long messy black hair that curtained around his light-tanned face, from what Henley could gather he'd been quite tall, possibly six feet in height give or take a few inches up, and the way his body looked he could tell beneath the suit he had a thin build with lean muscle.

Henly had been thin himself but the suit-clad lad had more definition in his build and more pronounced shoulders. He casually stood with his hands in his pockets, the baggy suit slacks added a nice touch to the mysticism of the new arrival but the most impressive aspect of him had been his maroon-colored eyes that seemed to be fixated upon the now limp mass that used to be the bastard that was attacking him.

The suit-clad young man seemed to be quite at peace while among them more so in his element than ever before as his maroon-colored eyes seemed to glint with excitement at the sight of the blood that pooled around the rather portly mass that had once been attacking the already beaten and broken blond. Something of a wicked grin filed across the stranger as he turned his attention to the others gathered about the ailing blond.

Faces twisted in anger and shock greeted him and he delighted in the implication that their rage burned to the point of clouding their collective judgment. He could tell from the shifting of expression and the twitching of tension in the body of the attacker closest to him that he'd go for it, the rage much too great to ignore and the manner of self-preservation none existent.

The second largest among them had been rushing at the suit-clad new arrival who merely stood with his hands in his pockets all the while grinning at the now lifeless slab that had been at his feet, the dark shiny black dress shoes only mere inches from the oozing crimson that pooled about the body of the first victim.

Those who had been enjoying beating the helpless blond moved against the stranger with fists flying on all sides. The movements were far too swift for Henley to note them all given his condition and after another near-on blackout, he'd seen that the stranger had been the last man standing before he'd turned his attention to Henley then kneeled at his side.

"Hello Pet," said the rather deep baritone voice of the surprisingly handsome black suit-clad young man with a smooth-shaven face and his dark unkempt locks curtaining about his handsome face, the maroon-colored eyes had once more been the thing that captivated a semi-conscious Henley. "You look to be a bit worse for wear."

A rough right hand along the soft tear riddled pale cheek of the ailing blond lad saw him finally succumbing to the haze of unconsciousness. The suit-clad stranger sighed as he looked over the bruised and bloodied blond and with a snap of his fingers, he summoned two large men in equally black suits. They had been heavily muscled with blank expressions that indicated little to no personality outside of adhering to the will of the lean figure in the more stylish black suit.

He motioned for them to collect the pale lad and they did as he told them without fuss or a word. He pointed toward a long black limousine that appeared at the end of the alleyway.

The stranger with the maroon eyes smirked rather wickedly as he filed into the limo along with the men and the newly acquired blond.