Hey guys so this is just a draft about one of my characters who I'm working on and I really like. Hope you enjoy!
The crunching of snow under blistered feet didn't bother a boy who sat in silence. Torn up grey jeans stayed on the boy's legs keeping his brusies and cuts safe and hidden. A black hoodie with a school logo covered up a worn out black long sleeve that had dried up blood on it. Black lifeless eyes kept their vision on the snow as he walked up a lonely black road that had a few skid marks from cars. The cold didn't bother him and it kept his cut fingers on his backpack.
The silence made him feel happy and safe unlike the sound of his dad when he came home to yell and beat his family. The sound of a distant car suddenly made him come down from the thought of his brain. As he turned his head he saw the ocean blue of a cop car and with a swift motion threw his hood up and his his face. Just pass by please, don't act stupid if they pull over. He thought to himself.
As the car finally made its way fully into his vision the sound of it coming closer and pulling over filled his ears as his stomach sank. With a deep breath he turned and looked at his reflection in the window that stayed up as two cops talked. Brown messy hair with snow flakes sat perfectly with his pale skin with a few cuts here and there. He waited patiently until the window slid down and a black policeman around his forties looked at him face to face.
"Why are you walking on a lone road out in the cold?" The policeman asked
"I'm trying to get to my grandma's.." He said quietly with a bad feeling in his stomach.
The man looked him up and down and indicated for him to get in the car. With out rejecting he opened the door and got in quietly. The car ride was silent but it made the boy remember the feeling of being warm and loved. His brain focused on the sound of the two policemen talking until he finally heard one come on the radio.
"Hey we got a boy who ran away after killing a few people and said to be in the direction of where you two are Daryl."
A sharp pain filled his stomach as he looked at the two who looked at each other.
"What does he look like?" The black police man asked.
"Tall, A little skinny, brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a red and black school sport jacket that says Jackson eagles on it."
Both the cops made a look to each other than picked up the radio.
"I think we have him."
As they started to almost turn the car around he grabbed the door handle and waited.
"Is your name Flinn?" They asked as they turned the car around and headed towards the police station.
"Yep." With a swift move Flinn opened the door of the moving vehicle and jumped.
The two stopped the car and watched as the teen ran into the woods as fast as he could. As his feet touched the snow with a slight chance of slipping he ran hoping that he could make it far away. Knowing that he wouldn't make it far with his backpack and by his normal feet he threw the backpack and changed into a beast. As the police reached Flinn a giant wendigo met their eyes and fear filled their body as they staired up at this beast from hell.
Before they could do anything Flinn ran into the woods leaving the cops in shock.
