Blackout (H.J.G x Male)

The boy.

His eyes shot open. His breathing was erratic and heavy. The sun shined through his window as he sat up. Looking out the window he saw all the kids playing outside all having fun in the California sun. Before he could continue staring his door slammed open revealing a wrinkly old woman. "Get up brat! Chores." She yelled at the young boy who glared at her before saying through gritted teeth. "Yes, Mother Susan." She scowled as she walked out of the room. "And put on your sunglasses! I don't want to see your devil eyes!" The boy rolls your eyes stands up and begins to change from his pj's to his causal clothes. After changing he looks into the mirror, his H/C messy hair, his tired face, and finally his eyes. His eyes which the nuns lovingly deemed 'Devil Eyes' were pitch black there was no distinguishing his irises from his pupils, no light reflected off of them making them look like pools of ink. Sighing he slipped his sunglasses on and walked out of his room.

Later that day. It was now 12:39 pm, lunch had just ended and he was in charge of dishes like always. As he was washing the dishes he accidentally cut himself with a knife. "Fuck!" He exclaimed as he washed the cut but was cut off by one of the nuns hitting his wrist with a wooden paddle. "Don't you dare curse in the house of God, Devil Child!" The nun scolded and the boy bit his tongue and said irritated. "My apologies Sister." The nun scoffed and walked away. The boy went back to cleaning the dishes. "One more week. Just one more week." He repeated referring to his birthday, December 25th, Christmas the irony was amusing to the boy, the "Devil's Child" being born on the day of Christ. Once the boy finished washing dishes he went to bandage his finger but when he looked at his finger he found his cut was healed, with no mark left behind. He just shook it off and walked back to his room.

Once in his room, he pulled one of the floorboards to reveal a duffle bag that contained most of his stuff he checked it once more to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Clothes, money he stole from the nuns and older kids, a switchblade, food, water, and a few other essentials. He put the floorboard back and went to leave his room once more.

The week went by in a flash and soon December 25th came. Like every year the boy was locked in his room which worked in his favor. Once he heard the door lock from the outside her quickly put on his shoes and grabbed the dufflebag. He went to his closet and grabbed a rope he had stolen from a hardware store. Making sure he had everything once more he pushed his dresser in front of the door as an extra measure. He quickly set up the rope tying it to a nail that was just underneath the window frame. But before he could leave he quickly ran back to his dresser and pulled out a necklace. It was the only thing he had when he arrived at the orphanage, it was a black steel necklace with a small amethyst in the center with a cobra wrapped around it with two small rubies for the eyes. The black-eyed boy put it on and quickly and quietly scaled down the orphanage from the third floor once close enough he dropped down onto the grass. He then quickly crouched and walked from his spot to the fence. But, he unfortunately was spotted and a nun came running from inside, "Stop! Come back here boy!" His eyes widened and he quickly ran and jumped at the chainlink fence quickly scaling it before the nun could reach him. He wasted no time dropping down and began to sprint down the street, the nuns' screams were still clear "He's escaped! The Devil's Son escaped!"

After five hours of running the boy collapsed in an empty park panting. He rolled over on his back staring up at the sky... then he felt something wet hit his nose... water... soon rain started to fall from the clouds. Normally any child would complain about it being cold and whatnot but... not him as this was the first time he felt the rain and not observed it. Closing his eyes the boy let the rain fall on him as his boy began to give in to his exhaustion... but before he could fully fall unconscious he heard a snap next to him and a pair of boots appeared near him. Looking up he saw a hooded man staring down at him. "Who...?" The boy began but his exhaustion took him before he could finish. The hooded figure crouched down staring at the boy. "Hello Y/N Sychar. He said grabbing the boy's arm before a pop was heard and the two were gone, vanished into thin air.