The Boy Next Door

ALRIGHTY! Heylo, my fellow readers of this story. I would like to inform you that this story will progress into a malexmale type of story. Just incase none of you like that type of thing I'd like to warn you before hand! Those of you who do like that sorta thing, WELL, this is my first story for it and I hope you enjoy it! ;D

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Whatever happens, no matter the cost, strive for what you believe in little dreamer. 

   "When everything is said and done,

                          Still looking for answers, if only one,

                                                Turn my back, the urge is gone,

                                                              Left with no reason, we come undone," 

                                                                                       ~ Pendululm - The Island

                                                    BORDERLINE : DO NOT CROSS

                                                       TRESSPASSERS WILL FALL

         Blinking skeptically, the young teenaged male looked down at his paper he held in his grasp. On the fine worn out paper, in horrid writing that he could admit looked awfully like chicken scratch, he was amazed he could read, read 12 Ave Street, fifth house. He read the sign at the corner by the way here and sure enough, the fifth house it was. The old mansion looking house had yellow taping around it like this was some old crime scene from a movie. This house... it looked to have belonged to some mass murder. The lawn looked not to have been mowed in a decade, if that.

       The lad new his uncle was a poor man... but to go this far down into the world? What kind of family did he belong to? 

         The youth frowned at the cement walkway that lead to the house, that possibly held his uncle within, or perhaps that mass murder he was talking about. He sighed. Daringly taking a step into the vicinity of the ominous building, he shivered. Even the aura around the house was enough to make him want to run back home to his mother. 

    Swallowing thicking, the young teen clutched his straps to his backpack that was slung over his shoulders, and marched forward, only glancing at the ground to make sure he didn't trip over the large cracks beneath his feet.

        Once he reached the porch, he took a light step on one of the board cautiously, for it looked as if nobody dared to even walk on it. He shivered again, hoping that it wouldn't collapse and make him end up on the ground in pain. 

          As soon as he made it to the door, he sighed, hearing the slight creaking of the ancient wooden pieces. He eyed the door and grimaced.

                What was his mother thinking? Making him go to school at his uncle's house. What kind of person is his uncle anyways? He knew little of the man and suddenly his mother decides it's the perfect moment to get to know each other? Well... he couldn't blame his mother, after all it was his fault for pesturing his mom to transfer him to a new school. He certainly got his wish. A death wish.

               Mustering up the courage, the youth rapped on the door as he waited patiently outside. He knew one thing for certain... if there was that mass murder in there, it was broad daylight, he wouldn't get killed would he? Not with the neighbours around, right? Besides... if he did his mother gots the address and if he ended up dead he knew should would open up a can of whoop a---