He didnāt say anything when he saw the cloaked figure lingering outside, even though he knew he probably should. It wasnāt like anyone would actually listen or believe what he had to say, and to be perfectly honest, he didnāt really care what ended up happening either way.Ā
No one in his āfamilyā seemed to sense or see the figure, though to him they were clear as day.Ā
The cloaked figure loomed high above his young form, a scythe cast casually over one shoulder, despite the fact that it was even taller than the figure themselves. Despite standing on the outskirts of the property for so long, they never seemed to tire, their focus unflinching as they watched he and his so called family go about their day.
It didnāt take a genius to figure out what they were, and yetā¦ somehow the knowledge didnāt frighten him.
The sky was just starting to darken when his aunt and uncle abruptly decided to go out for dinner, thanks to an issue with the electricity, which was instantly blamed on him. Much to both his, and their distaste, they chose to bring him along, not wanting to leave him in the house so late at night, on the off chance that he did anything freakish.
It was only as he was shoved roughly into the back seat with a muttered insult, that he realised the figure had finally moved.
Not having any chance to think on it further, he settled back into his seat, doing his best to stay as far out of his cousins reach as possible, as his uncle angrily sped out of the driveway, muttering insults and complaints the whole way. Hunger always made his uncle and cousin more angry than usual, and that fact showed clearly in how aggressively he drove.
An action he would never get the chance to regret.
They were barely ten minutes down the road, when something went horribly wrong. In a series of events too fast and jarring for him to really process, the car hit something with a loud crunch, his families screams echoing around him as the car was tossed violently around, until finally coming to a harsh and sudden stop, in what felt like an eternity later.
Head dazed and small body aching from the rough treatment, he hesitantly looked around, unable to shift too much thanks to how badly the car had been damaged. The car was absolutely mangled, and he didnāt have to see his aunt or his cousin to know that they were well and truly dead.
Much to his shock however, he was almost completely unharmed.Ā
As he looked around dazedly in the darkness, he realised that there was an almost perfect bubble of space around him, as though some invisible force field had wrapped around him and stopped any of the mangled mental and glass from touching him.Ā
It was only the pained groan of his uncle in the seat in front of him, that finally dragged his mind out of its state of shock. Nervously, he listened as his uncle moved, heart pounding as he waited for the anger that was sure to come. There was no doubt in his mind that his uncle would find a way to blame him for this, and this time he didnāt think he would survive what ever punishment awaited him.
Before he could spiral into his panic completely, a familiar figure stepped back into view, their boots crunching in the broken glass as they stepped on top of the mangled hood of the car. This time, his uncle seemed to see the figure too, as he instantly started begging for help, only to fall silent in fear as the figure raised their massive scythe.Ā
With a flash of movement that was almost too fast for the eye to see, the figure brought the scythe down in a harsh movement, cutting off his uncles frightened shout, before it could ever fully leave his throat.Ā
He expected the figure to turn on him next, but instead they swiftly repeated the process on his dead aunt and cousin, before carefully making their way back around the car, to his side.Ā
After seemingly making the scythe vanish into thin air, the figure ripped his car door off with an almost comical ease, tossing it aside carelessly. Instead of the violence he had been expecting, the figure slowly freed him from the wreckage with the utmost tenderness, carefully lifting his young form into their arms once he was free.
Shaken and confused, he looked up into the strangers face, finding a pair of toxic green eyes, much like his own,Ā staring right back at him. A gentle smile pulled at the strangers face, and despite his strange appearance and the actions he had just witnessed, he couldnāt find it in himself to be afraid.
Something about this white haired stranger felt comforting and familiar, the air of death around him feeling more soothing than frightening.
Shifting their hold, the stranger wrapped his large cloak around him, tucking him safely against his chest, protected from the nights cold. He honestly couldnāt remember the last time he had been held so gently, part of him wondering if he ever had, and without realising it, he found himself starting to drift off, the strangers soft spoken words being the last thing he heard before he fell into a peaceful slumber.
āIāve been looking for you for quite some time little oneā¦ youāre safe now, I wonāt let any of them steal you away ever again.ā
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