Emotions

Unexpected Detor

So running away from home, I just wanted to walk away from the abuse for a little but apparently even that is hard. Someone mysteriously pulls me into an alleyway a knife to my throat, I scratch and claw at their hand on my mouth. Blood drips off of their hand but they don't react, tears stream down my face they get in the wound but they don't react.

"Don't even, save your tears" a deep male voice says in my ear, what age it's hard to tell.

He flips me around so I'm against the wall and I see him. He's tall and gaunt with fluffy black hair pushed to one side, he has a cut on his left eyebrow, and several piercings. His eyes are the scariest part they seem blank and fake a cool grey they seem to catch no light, in short they are dull and emotionless. He seems to be near my age maybe a year older hard to tell 16 is the age where you kinda look the same as a 18-25 year old. He's very handsome and almost perfect. He's wearing a black muscle shirt with blue jeans. His arms are covered in scars the most noticeable being three scars like a tigers stripes on each shoulder and on his left arm is a tattoo of a green snake wrapping around it going up and on the left a snake going down. He has a muscular build despite being so skinny, I've never seen anybody like him before unless in a cartoon because as we all know cartoon characters are perfect in looks. He has a strong squared jawline, a straight nose, and thin eyes that seem always angry. 

"Christopher Marvin Patrick do you know who I am?" how does he know my name?

"Um I-I don't know who you are, and how do you know my name?" he gets closer to my face.

"I am the assassin by the name of Connor, I was sent to kill you" by who?

"I-I um C-connor please don't hurt me I've done nothing wrong" why was he sent to kill me.

"Your father finds you nuisance, so he wants you gone" of course he would my dad would do anything to get rid of me.

"B-but please I'll do anything you want, I'll give you all my money" his stare doesn't seem to change, but I swear I saw it soften.

"I don't want your money I have plenty" of course he does what else can I offer him.

"I-I can give you m-my b-b-b-body" I stutter out the words but they eventually come out, what am I thinking offering him myself but whatever it takes to live to 18.

"What would I do with your body" wait what.

"You could do anything you wish, I will let you t-touch me and, um, inside me" he doesn't react but I feel his grip on my neck loosen.

"You really would do anything to live just a little longer?" he reaches for his pocket, oh no I'm good as dead.

He pulls a white cloth out of his pocket "I-I um what're you doing"

"I hate to see someone like you die" huh, he probably has people in his basement being tortured as sex slaves for him.

"No please don't!" is what I want to scream but don't. He sprays the cloth and covers my mouth, chloroform, I pass out.

...

I wake up in a room, not my room, not a sex room, just a room. Well I mean it's a bedroom but the walls are gray and blank, the sheets match the walls. The mysterious room is quite large possibly the master bedroom, the bed is a king size, the small nightstand is made from cherry wood very expensive furniture. The door opens my kidnapper "Connor" is standing in the doorway.

"W-why am I here, better yet where is here?" he sits onto the bed near me, not sexually just sitting he still is a blank slate.

"I want to keep you safe from your father" wait what an assassin wants to keep ME safe what is happening? "In order to do so I need you to stay here with me and remain here or in my line of sight, so would you rather me keep you safe or you die by the hands of me"

"I-I don't want to die, but I have things to do like school, a-and I have friends" He turns towards me now that I see him in better light I can see clearly how handsome he truly is.

"I understand, I have made arrangements with the school for me to be in your class" how?

"But aren't you older than me after all you've been killing for six years" he stands up and paces his hands in his pockets.

"How old do you think I am?" Oh God.

"Um maybe like 27 or something?" he stops pacing and looks back at me his cold eyes send a chill down my spine.

"I'm only sixteen, I'm your age" HOW!

"B-bu-bu-bu-but how six years, but you're sixteen, how but that doesn't make sense" he sits down next to me again this time closer.

"I've been killing for awhile yes and I'm sixteen yes" he places a hand on my cheek, his hands are comforting, strong, and big but I still jump at it.

He just looks me in the eye for a second studying me, eventually he pulls me in closer to his face. What is he doing, is he going to kiss me, is he going to touch me, use me for anything?

"So stay here with me where it's safe or die" I want to live no matter the cost.

"Stay here" I say it with confidence. 

"Good choice I didn't want to kill you, you seem nice I think I don't really know what it means" wait did he just say he doesn't know what nice means? WAIT WHERE IS HIS FAMILY!

"U-um where are your parents C-connor" he puts his hand down next to mine.

"I don't live with them, and please call me by my first name"

"I-I don't know your first name"

"Jackson" surprisingly his name suits him.

"W-well call me Chris then"

"Ok then follow me I'll show you where everything is" he gets up and takes me through the house with him.

CONTEST based on Chris's description draw or design what you think Jackson looks like for bonus points guess what Chris looks like!