Immortal (Vigilante Deku A.U) GORE WARNING

Chapter 8: Struggle

Deep noir shoes swiftly pushed against the uneven ground; a grimace plastered across the young teen's face, an overwhelming fear filling his tired eyes as he tried find an escape. Tears streaked down his face and onto the pavement bellow, his chest tightened as he passed through tight, trash filled alleys. A powerful stench of blood and fresh flesh tinge his sensitive noise, whilst not being the most extreme quirk it had helped him stay out of trouble in the past, now seeming to be the miracle that saves his pitiful life. He is scared. He has to run. He doesn't know what it is. 

The boy was a magnet for bad situations, seemingly cursed since birth. He was content living a slightly less than lucky life. Getting used to misplacing items, stepping in cracks, leaving his umbrella home after days of sunny weather just to be met with the grey clouds that teased him unreasonably, or his computer crashing at the most crucial moment was needed for his black and purple (unlucky colours) life. However this is unlike anything he had experienced in the past; this is not a petty event he can just push aside in his quite life.

His wild arms swung against his slicked back hair, his exaggerated running form hindering not helping. Lactic acid pools into his stained leg muscles working hard than they ever had to before. But nevertheless his small frame had the same smell following him behind. 100 steps, no 50 steps, no 10 steps, 5, 4, 3, 2, he felt his foot hook itself into the old concreate bellow him. His arms pushed out in front, a miserable hope to stop the inevitable, they were unable to stop his moist face meet the ground, dirt entangling itself in his smooth, hazelnut hair. His heart buzzing like a fluorescent light as it hoped to force his body forward.

It was too late, a cold figure shadows his pity full frame, merging him into the alley that traps him like a lobster in a tank. The smell now fills his head entirely pushing out any hope he had once felt. after 15 seconds of nothing a silent not crept down his throat and sneakily he inched his head backwords. Fluorescent aqua eyes met dull green eyes.

"Here." The shadow spoke in a dry voice that cringes his ears, a hidden hand follows in order, producing a plain black pen. The boy's eyes blinked in overwhelming surprise. His body moved in a carful fashion to take the pen, its' knawed end confirming it to be his.

"T-thank you?" He is confused, his eyes adjusts to the shadows form, a green bush forms at the top of its' mass, a delicate, pearlescent neck follows, thin arms found bellow, a starved waist that supports him and legs that are flawless to the point of perfection. It is a teen, slightly younger than himself; he's dressed in a simple, dark short sleeved shirt and small white shorts that rode down to just above his knees. The most odd thing about his simple figure was his shoes, dark brown splashed across in a uneven pattern with a dark crimson underneath. He could tell 'it' came from them.

The doll like teen then turned around and left. That was it. That was all that got his weak heart pumping. That was what pushed him to to survive. A old, used pen that slipped out off his cheap uniforms pocket. That was what gave him the greatest feeling of fear and ecstasy that he had ever felt. The pleasure and pain that he was still riding on now, all caused by a simple pen. This was what all that misfortune he felt was for, a rush that would be engraved into his love stricken body forever. 

He walked in a nervous silence home, not unlike his normal routine but now filled with a beating in his heart and the without the normal misfortunes. As he enters his average home he makes a dash for his room, not letting out a usual "I'm home" like he normally does. opting to take a long shower then change into new clothes and discreetly adding his uniform to the washing machine, not caring to separate colours. That night he lays in bed placing his hand to his heart and closing his eyes. He couldn't sleep that night. The next day was filled with research on a green haired boy powered by his once stagnant carnal desires.

To be honest I do not get thrill seekers in any way and I hope this chapter shows it. Why you would choose to put yourself in life threatening situations is a mystery to me. Also to all that complain about the sudden shift in the characters personality in the end obviously did not find my one, huge hint that I added. Do you want to know it. Are you ready for it. Can you handle it. You can? oh well then let me explain, in paragraph 1, the teen is described having "tired eyes" and then then in paragraph 3 his heart is described to be "buzzing like a fluorescent light" finally in paragraph 4 his eyes are described as "Fluorescent aqua eyes". boom do you get it, his eyes at the start represent how he feels about his normal life, he is tired of it due to the misfortune that seems to follow it, and his heart buzzing like a fluorescent light is meant to show how a (light)switch has been flipped inside of him, this then brightens his eyes, them being bright showing how he feels alive in that moment and how he feels excited and fluorescent linking to his heart and that metaphorical switch that was flipped. Any way, I started this chapter awhile a go, forgot about writing for a bit, forgot what i wanted to do for most of it due to the fact I had only written a chapter and a half and having only a basic layout for how I wanted the story to progress/plot to be shown. So I decided to take it this way and thought I should flesh out this character if I want to use him again, neglect from parents or overworked parents, a boring life, not many friends and has a crush on our little mc.

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