Once upon a time, there was a boy. 18 years of age, black, shaggy hair, and eyes more blue than the ocean. He was pale skinned and had cherry blossom pink lips. He was a prince. Strong, kind, and loyal. He was in love with a princess and was next in line to rule the kingdom. Except, he really wasn't.
His name is Kylar. And he isn't any form of royalty. Not in the real world. But he is in his notebook. He dreamed of being something more than a pitiful weakling, working at a café and going to school. He would often be deep in his book, writing of his adventures as a prince, ruling in a far off land or a boy living some supernatural lifestyle. But the smack of a ruler on his desk usually brings him back to reality. But now to the real world.
[ Time: 6:30 a.m ]
Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-
Kylar slams his hand onto the top of the alarm clock, rolling over to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his tired eyes and places his feet on the floor, standing up slowly to face the day ahead of him. Like most mornings, he got dressed, made small adjustments to his hair and grabbed his bag and keys, and makes his way to school. As usual, he skips breakfast, catches a bus and gets off near his school. The walk from the bus stop was about 7 minutes and he knew his friend Jesse would be waiting for him outside of school so he walked fairly quickly. About halfway through the bus ride he had put in his headphones to tune out the sound of crying babies and coughing adults. By now, he could see the school. And also, hear something through the music. He took out a headphone and looked around, finding that nothing was around. He shrugged and put it back in, continuing down the pavement. He hears it again, dismissing it this time. Then once more. He starts walking faster. Right as he reaches the school someone grabs him from behind, covering his mouth before he could scream and pulls him into the bushes. He went into full panic mode and began flailing his arms in hopes to get himself free, but it only results in his kidnapper laughing. They let him go and he turns to face them, letting out a breath. Jesse laughs softly and picks his bag up off the ground. "Wow, You're too easy." He says and swings his bag over his shoulder. "Too easy? I could knock your teeth out if I had to." Kylar mumbles, a bit embarrassed at Jesse's comment. "Oh come on, I was just kidding. But let's go, the bell's gonna ring any m-" He's cut off by the high pitched sound of the school bell and he chuckles. "Now." They walk to the front doors and part ways, getting to their classes.
Jesse's a brown haired boy, tall and skinny. And very strong. He's always able to make people around him happy. Just a Jesse thing.
The day moves along slowly and the moment last period ends, Kylar is heading home. He didn't have to work today and all he wanted was a nice long nap. He waited for Jesse, but that slow ass is probably still talking to girls in English class. Kylar goes on without him and heads to the bus stop. Just before he reaches the bench, someone grabs him from under his arms, wrapping their arms around his chest and pulls him into the brush. He started to struggle, but assumed it was Jesse again. "Jess, Stop, I'm getting really tired if your shit." He groans as they let him go. He gets up and brushes himself off before turned to them. His face goes pale as he looks into the darkness which is his attackers face. He had on a pair of dark jeans and a grey jacket, with the hood pulled up. He was covered in some sort of black and blue substance. The only noticeable thing about it's face was the bright blue claw mark across the face. He couldn't make out anything else. No eyes. No nose. Nothing. Just the mark. "Kylar. I am M..I need you to come with me.."
