theshipper101's Random One Shots and Short Stories

Very Short, Descriptive Story (Original)

I heard soft footsteps and slowly looked up.

The boy was standing there. He had an insane look on his sunburned face. His jeans were riped and oversized so that he had to roll them up at least three times for you to see his barefoot, raw, bleeding feet. His once white shirt was tucked in and his belt around his waist looked to have added several holes to tighten around his thin frame. He was covered in scars and bruises. You could see the inhumanity in his shining, emerald colored eyes which were shadowed by his matted, unkept, red heir that hung in his eyes and almost to his shoulders. His nose, which had been broken in the past, was sprinkled with freckles and his grin was unwavering. His chipped, yellow teeth shone dully. The worst part about him was the bullet hole in his cheat and the bloodstain that had soaked the shirt around it, which was so old it had turned an ugly brown instead of red.

You would have expected a wimpering, childish voice from the boy, because that's all he was. A child. But a demon child.

"So," the boy said in a voice much too mature for a six year old. "Did you miss me, daddy?"