Note: im using female pronouns, it's a bit easier for me, im sorry if youre a guy!
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"LEAVE HER ALONE!" My mother yelled at the pale man in front of her and my father.
"Are you sure you want to protect her? I just want to kill her, I aint afraid to make this shit even more bloody though~" He sadistically licked his fangs, sending a shiver down my spine and tears to my eyes. His torn up purple overshirt was already stained with my blood, I could feel it draining from my side, where he had stabbed me already.
"Anti, leave her alone, idiot!" A taller man in a crimson button-up growled. "Tris and Charlene said no fucking murder!"
"I dont have to listen to them!" He swung his blade, my mother and father both falling to the ground, their throats slit. I whimpered, looking to the tall man in red. "TELL ME AGAIN NOT TO MURDER, DARK. I FUCKING DARE YOU!" Two more men, one tall, slender, and kinda sickly looking, the other bald, scarred up, and bitchy looking, appeared and held back 'Anti'.
"Calm down, Anti! Like shit, dude, what did she do to you?!"
"She escaped!"
"And?!" The taller one had a slight english accent. "She cant be older then eight or nine, you sick cunt!"
"Yeah, not coo--"
"Whatever! I can still fucking END HE--"
Everything went dark
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<Michael Afton's POV>
I threw Anti-Vincent to the ground and Mike knocked him unconscious. Dark picked the child up, and ran off, probably to get her to Tris and Charlene and tell them what Anti had done. Mike started dragging Anti out of the poor kid's house. I took one glance at her parents, dead on the floor, before going to help him.
We made it home rather fast, since we didnt want to look like we were the murderers.
When we had gotten there, Scott was fixing up the child. Anti cut her deep, Scott had to stitch the wound closed. Tris and Vincent were making toast for the child when she wakes up, since toast is toast and toast is amazing according to Vince.
"Damn it, Anti, you jackass..." Dark was glaring at the chaotic angel bitch. "The poor kid..."
"Shush, Dark, shes waking up!" Scott gasped
"We've got the toast!" Tris and Vince yelled, running in to greet the girl. Charlene jogged over, putting her arm around Tris' shoulders.
"You said the kid was waking up?"
"Y-yeah, dont crowd her though, it might frighten her." Scott looked at everyone. A whimper came from the little girl. I looked at her, and followed her line of sight to Vince, who did his signature smile. I felt small arms wrap around my waist as she buried her face in my side, starting to cry. Vince's smile dropped.
"Why is she... She doesn't know about me, does she?" He tilted his head.
"You look like Anti, Vince. Shes scared." Mike rubbed her back.
This is gonna be fun with a capitol Fuck me sideways and call me a screwed motherfucker
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<Your POV>
I hugged the tall, slender guy, hiding my face in his side. I didn't want the purple guy to hurt me again.
"Why is she... She doesn't know about me, does she?" He questioned
"You look like Anti, Vince. Shes scared." The guy rubbed my back.
"H-hes not the purple who stabbed me...?" I looked up. The guy was holding toast.
"Anti stabbed you?!" A tall girl walked over. "Scott fixed you up, right?!"
"Of c-course I did, Charlene!"
"Good think that dick is knocked out, then..." they all seemed so friendly... "Oh, names! You've got one, dont you?"
"You all go first..."
"Oh, okay! Im Charlene!" The tall girl smiled.
"Tris." The shorter girl waved.
"Vincent" the purple
"Scott!"
"Mike Schmidt."
"Michael Afton."
"Now," Charlene looked down at me. "Whats your name?"
"Uh... (Y/n) (L/n)..."
"Oooh, weve got a new girl, do we?" A masculine voice with a british twinge came from behind Micheal. "And she is already clinging into my son, how cute~"
"Shut the bloody hell up, dad, shes only like... Eight!"
"Fair enough, fair enough." The man walked next to Vince. He was kinda purpley too. Too much purple.
"N-no! Dont come closer, purple!!" I yelled, going behind Micheal.
"What on earth does she mean....."
