What Are You? - Ohmtoonz Fanfiction

Savior (4)

(Just wanted to say really quick that @i_keep_getting_gayer helped me write this chapter! She's really awesome and you should check her out! Okay, back to the story)

I grabbed a new hoodie from my closet and yanked a new bandana back over my face. I hated looking at it more than necessary. I look too much like him. 

At least that's what mom says.

My dad gave me this bandana before he died. He was a science teacher at the school. The bandana was grey with a black omega sign on it. It was rather heavy, weight wise, and it kept the cold air out during the winter. Nobody could see through it unless they yanked it off. That's why it's my favorite.

I ran down my stairs, looking at the cracked frame on the steps. I grabbed it and placed it next to the door, so my mom didn't accidently trip on it coming down the stairs. I made a note to put to back together when I came home. I threw on some sneakers and grabbed my phone from the table. I opened it only to see a singular text message from an unknown number. The message read, meet me next to the burger diner so I can return this to you. The next message was a picture of a few papers. It was my homework for tomorrow's English class. I squinted at the screen and exited my house.

Did I lend that to you? I'm sorry I don't remember.

Just meet me by the diner and I'll give it back to you.

The number responded quickly and dismissed my initial question. I sighed and walked away from my house. The diner was just down the street, so I headed there immediately. The diner was a hot spot for the town, so I wasn't worried about anything happening. Plus, I needed that work for tomorrow. At this point what was I supposed to do? Say no?

"Hey, Bunny, over here!" I heard a voice call out. I slipped my phone into the pocket of my pants, keeping it tucked away and safe as I proceeded to approach the side of the sickly warm diner. The cars were piled up at the front of the dinner. It was filled with cozy food and loving families smiling and talking as they ate inside of the vibrant establishment. 

As I looked down to the side of the building I spotted the owner of the oddly familiar voice who was calling me before. A teen who looked around my age leaned against the diner's bricked wall. He wore a black T shirt and matching black jeans ripped at the thighs and knees. His shoes were dirty and worn but the gold bracelet and silver dog tag suggested a different kind of person. Why did he look so oddly familiar? As my eyes pan down his body I discover the slightly wrinkled papers that were loosely held in his hand. I identified them immediately as my homework. 

He looked at me and nodded his head to the side, a sign for me to follow him as he started to walk deeper into a nearby ally. I didn't immediately recognize him as he led me deeper into the small space. Do I know him?

I was removed from my thoughts as I saw that he had led me to the back of the restaurant where a small mob of other teen boys were waiting. Each looked more fierce than the next. A small shiver ran down my spine. 

This was not good.

I gasped softly and my eyes widened slightly as I turned to run, but was stopped as a hand harshly gripping my wrist. I was yanked into the center of the terrifying attack, still attempting to get away before it was too late. But it was already over. He threw me to the ground and I backed up slowly as they moved in around my quivering body. The second harasser approached me from the side, leaving the man in ripped jeans to watch. 

I looked up from the ground in a panic as I tried to scram away from him.  I didn't know this kid's name but he always decided to strike at the wrong times. Right after Mike's stupid attack... I hit the wall behind me as he approached. 

"Ryan, right?" My breathing was staggered as I stared fearfully at the guy who had led me back here, my eyes silently begging for any kind of help. He just sighed looking down at the pavement beneath him as he turned to leave. He clutched my papers in his hand and threw them to the ground. Someone close by grabbed them and brought them to my current tormentor. I felt my hands twist into fists. I wanted to yell out to him, I wanted to scream out to his cowardly figure, say something...

Get your ass back here and help me! 

He didn't hear my cry for help. 

Of course he didn't hear it! 

"Why don't we have a little talk..." The persecutor pulled my head close to his face studying me,  before crashing my back against the brick wall. He smirked and brought his arm back. Already I prepared myself for the hit, tightening my teeth and tensing my muscles. He formed a fist with his hand and propelled his arm forward. 

I flinched, waiting for the impact of the blow...but nothing came. There was laughter and awful comments thrown my way as the nickname floated around the yard.

Just a weak little bunny.

I took in a shaky breath as I opened my eyes only to find a fist just inches away from my face. If his fist came any closer it would have been a lethal blow to my face. His friends seemed to find that hilarious. He grabbed the papers and threw them at me. "Your homework here was really useful. I might just say I can't survive school without it." He leaned down to get to my level and smirked deviously. I could hear my heartbeat quicken in fright. "What do ya say Bunny?" He cocked his brow up threateningly. My breath sped up along with my adrenaline. 

What do I say? Yes? If a teacher finds out I'll be in huge trouble with my mom. 

I shivered at the thought of my mother punishing me and violently shook my head no. He laughed and pulled his arm back once again, readying himself for a devastating blow. 

This time, he wouldn't stop. 

I crushed my eyelids shut, putting my arms in front of my face, pressing against the wall as much as I could. My knees went to my chest as a silent prayer played in my head. The silence I heard after that was deafening. 

I waited. 

And waited.

Nothing happened. 

I slowly dropped my arms and opened my eyes to see what had stopped the punch from coming. What I saw could only be described as something out of a dream, making me question if I was delirious or not. 

A new person had his fist buried deep in the satanic spawns stomach. 

He stood up for me.

Wait...who the hell is this guy?

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WHo is hE

Ya'll already know I won't even try to pretend.

ALSO thanks again to @i_keep_getting_gayer for helping me write this chapter!!!

<3 ARS