MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

Hey I just met you...

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13 year old Seb's P.O.V:

I looked around the unfamiliar street with a small frown. This wasn't good. How the heck did I end up here?...How did this even happen?! Everything had gone so fast...One moment I'd been fine, the next...I just needed to calm down and think it all out.

Me and my younger brother had been walking back from school like any other normal school day. I smiled at him briefly as he walked beside me, reading a book. An inspector calls. I shook my head.

Eliot had always been different. With his thick rimmed glasses and crazy hair, never seen without a book in his hand...He was too intelligent for an 8 year old. The other kids didn't understand him half the time, and the rest of the time they simply didn't care. It wasn't fair. He was such a remarkable kid. Anyone with that amount of intelligence is destined to go far in life. Yet with intelligence comes it's own set of problems... I knew Eliot was being bullied. I just knew y'know?

I tried to approach the subject with him one night after school but he instantly shut me off...

"El...Y'know you can tell me anything right?"

My little brother looked up at me for a brief moment from his maths homework, a small frown on his face. He nodded . I felt myself sigh frustratedly.

"Eliot...C'mon bud you can't keep this up...I know you're being bullied, just tell me who they ar-"

He slammed his book shut and abruptly stood up. "I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, SEBASTIAN, JUST STAY OUT OF IT!" He stormed out of the room without another word. But I knew he was crying.

I felt myself sigh. That had been the end of it. Until today.

"Hey Seb!" My short bestfriend called to me from across the street cheerily and I grinned in response.

"Hey John!...." I turned back to Eliot. "Stay here, bud, I'll be right back okay?"

He nodded and I ruffled his hair, running over to my friend for a quick chat.

I hadn't noticed the boys lurking in the shadows behind us until I heard a small cry from where I'd left Eliot. I turned and couldn't believe what I saw. For a moment all I could do was watch in shock. A group of boys around my height were gathered around Eliot, emptying his bag's contents out into a puddle. Anger boiled deep down in my stomach and my hands curled into fists.

How fucking dare they.

I stormed across the street, barely avoiding a speeding taxi, my attention fully locked on the kid with my little brother's bag in his hand. At the time, I had no idea what I was going to do...All I knew was that I was going to do something...Something bad. Somebody had to do something...This wasn't fair... And then suddenly they were there. The kids that had been beating up my little brother. I froze, my chest filling with a flame that couldn't be put out. My fists tightened, my jaw clenched and I saw red.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

The boys looked up in surprise just as I hurtled my way towards them head-on. They were definitely older than Eliot, around my age. But that didn't stop me. If I were in my right state of mind, I'd have backed down and seen a little reason, but no. The anger fuelled me with confidence. And my body knew exactly what I was going to do before my brain could react.