A runaway.
A teen runaway non the less.
Was the person Mitchell Vincent Afton lest expected to follow him into the back entrance of the pizzeria.
Apparently the teen heard the little girl he was dragging scream.
And foolishly come to the rescue.
The boy was passing in front of the restaurant when he heard the scream.
Seeing a little girl with dark brown hair being dragged filled him with anger.
He raced after the pair, and barely stepped in inch inside, before he was knocked out.
Mr. Ashton sighed as he drags the now drugged kid and knocked out teen to the back room.
Teen awoke to find himself in a room filled with spare parts, boxes, and mechanical items.
And children.
Plus another teen.
He felt something nug his arm.
It was a little girl, about four maybe five.
He had light blond hair and stunning dark blue eyes, and freckles dotted his face.
But he shown a very strong emotion.
He shown fear.
All the teen could do was wrap his arms around the child and wait.
One by one they all awoke.
One by one they all lost hope.
Until Mr. Ashton came back.
He was holding something behind his back, the teens looked at each other and made an agreement.
No matter what...
They will save these children...
Even if they die in the process.
Mr. Ashton walked forwards and the teens pushed all the kids back.
"Stay away from them!" The teen growled, long hair flopped down in his eyes.
The other pushed a stran of her brown hair out of her face.
They got into fighting stances and tensed as the murderer in front of them started laughing.
"Aw kids that's very cute~ but unfortunately, I'm on a schedule-"
He paused to show them the knife he was holding, it was a plain kitchen knife, it was just small enough to be hidden in the pocket of a sweatshirt.
He looked up at the teen, the boy with the beautiful eyes.
"-so do me a favor-" as quick as lightning he stood in front of the teens and stabbed the girl in the stomach.
"-and die." He pushed the knife futher in before yanking it out.
Killing her instantly.
The other teen tackled the man, which provided a nasty, deep cut right under his right eye to appear.
The knife was covered in blood but the teen focused on the kids.
William managed to flip them over and stab the teen in the leg.
He screamed and the phycopath smiled.
"Let's give you some pretty designs to match your pretty, pretty eyes." He giggles and starts to carve all over the teen's palms.
Then he flips the boy over and carves on his back.
The teen was then stabbed through the chest.
As he was thrown to the other side of the room, his eyes fell upon his palms.
Elegant swirls and waves decorated his skin permanently.
That was the last thing he saw.
Before the great hero fell.
Who was he?
Perceus Achilles Jackson.
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Not That Boy Anymore.
FanfictionA great hero was betrayed. Only three stood next to him. No one witnessed his death besides one living person. Now he lives with the guilt of the children who died on his shoulders. His now a puppet. Till he can escape. What happens when his 'frien...
