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The loud thump of you hitting the ground wasquite loud, as it was also quite painful. You curled up into a fetal position, taking the blows, taking the kicks, crying, whimpering, praying for it all to stop. They laughed at you. They always had. They always beat you. Ever since 9th grade. And you took it. You'd think that you'd most likely cut due to this, but you didn't. You saw cutting as giving into your pain, and allowing yourself more. That, And you didn't like pain. Pain was..well, painful. You coughed dryly as one of them kicked you in the ribs, crying out, inhaling sharply. You weren't going to beg them to stop. That would be showing them weakness. "bitch sure can take a hit, huh?" one of the guys laughed, slugging his friend's arm. The other nodded, looking down at you. "heh, yeah. Lil bitch must like it then, aye?" your eyes widened, and you gasped. "i-i do not!" "shut up, Bitch!" he said, kicking your stomach. You screamed, holding your stomach, whimpering.
"what did I ever do..." you sniffled. Suddenly, there was a sickening crack, and you flinched, fearing that it came from your body. You looked up, seeing one of the men slump to the ground beside a taller boy, who wore a turtle neck, goggles, and a mask over his mouth. You also noticed the bloody hatchets. Yo shuddered, your mouth left agape in fear. The boy pulled a hatchet from his belt; this one look old and rusty, and dull. He spun it around as if it where nun-chucks or something. The other man flinched, and by now, some of the girls who had been there ran off. You had a feeling they would contact police. The boy slashed at the man, who cried out in pain, hitting a wall. And yes, your in an alley. Blood poured from the mans wound, and the boy twitched violently, snickering. From what you could tell, his voice was some what deep. You wondered why he had twitched, too. He suddenly whipped the hatchet into the mans chest, and the man coughed up blood on the boy, staining his shirt with it. "w-who the fuck..are..you..?" the man hacked, sliding down the wall. The boy chuckled again, yanking his hatchet from the mans chest. "the n-n-names Toby." he said, twitching.
You stared in complete awe at this, frozen in fear. And you where now starting the full affects of the beating, your body was sore, and it ached badly. You groaned, laying back, praying that this kid would leave you alone. You stared at the graying sky, only for your view to be obscured by the boy, aka Toby, whom was now looming over you. He crouched beside you, poking your cheek lightly. You winced, shying away from him, but your had some difficulties doing that, due to your current injured state. You whimpered, and you noticed his eyebrows furrowing before carefully scooping you up into his arms bridal style. He was as careful as he could be, it seemed, but you still aggravated some injuries. Everything seemed darker suddenly, and he pulled you closer to him, your head pressing against his shoulder. You could feel his movement as he walked, holding you carefully. Thunder suddenly roared overhead, causing you to jump slightly. You felt him twitch again, and you huffed, laying limply. "its so hot.." you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut. You heard him sigh before you lost consciousness, and felt his fingers brush your arms gently.
~~Time skip brought to you by those ass-holes from earlier~~
You woke up slowly, and groggily, no doubt, feeling stiff, sore, and like your limbs where dislocated all at once. You groaned, and tried to sit up, to no avail. You huffed impatiently and tried again, using your sore arms as support. You managed to sit up, and you smirked triumphantly, whistling softly. You looked around the room, not realizing that you where in your own home. But how? The last thing you remembered was getting your ass kicked. You looked down at yourself, only to see a great amount of bandaging around your torso, arms, and legs. You ogled them for a bit, until you heard your door creaking open. You lifted your head in shock, only to freeze up and squeak at the sight before you. There was a boy, standing in your door frame.
But thats when everything came crashing back into your mind, how he killed two guys, and that his name is Toby, and how he basically saved your life. You weren't sure to be scared or thankful. "your awake." he stated simply, gripping the door. You where quiet for a minute, before nervously stating "yup, I'm awake and alive." you giggled nervously, gripping the comforter. He snorted, twitching again. My god, why does this guy keep twitching? "you like skillet." another statement. hm. "yup. Do you?" you said, tilting your head. He simply shrugged, and lent against the door frame. You noticed his hatchets weren't bloody anymore. Well, at least the one you saw. You pushed yourself up more, grunting in pain from your ribs. They where probably broken. Damn.
He seemed to flinch, and he walked over to you, leaning over you. You looked up at him in curiosity, seeing his dark brown hair was in his face, and his mask was metal. It was fucking steel. Holy shit. "where does it hurt?" he asked, his voice raising slightly. "uh.." "and do-don't lie to me." you shrunk back slightly from the authority in his voice, your eyes widening slightly, your eyebrows furrowing. He sighed and knelt in front of you, pinching his nose deck. "listen, im sorry if I come off as a dick to you, but I'm just trying to help you out, okay?" he said, sighing, looking up at you. You sighed shakily, and rolled your shoulders. All this fear and stress was making you tense. "my ribs. But my back hurts, too.." you mumbled, looking away. He twitched again, and nodded, standing up. "I-I'll be right back." he said quietly, leaving you alone in your room. You ran your hand through your hair, which was slightly damp. Did it rain? Probably.
He walked back in, holding a pill bottle and a glass of water. Ah, he found your alive. Thank god. He walked over to you, gingerly handing you the bottle of pills. You unscrewed the cap, and carefully shook 2 into your hand, before resealing it and setting the bottle aside, tossing the medicine into your mouth. He handed you the glass, and you took a swig. "thanks..." you mumbled. He remained quiet. You set the glass on your bookshelf, looking back to him. You suddenly realized he was twitching again. You sighed softly, blinking. "can I ask you a few questions?" "depends the questions." you sighed again. "you don't have to answer them all..." he hesitantly nodded.
"now don't take this the wrong way, but why do you twitch so much?"
"i have turrets."
"why did you save me back there?"
He was quiet suddenly, and he hid his face, staring at the carpeted floor. It must have been really interesting, because he stared at it for a couple minutes. "maybe because its wrong for a bunch of people to beat up aperson for no r-r-reason, unless there is one." he said, looking at you through his bangs. "i wouldn't know if there is a reason, they just randomly started kicking my ass a few years back." "hm..oh. Alright." you sighed. "and how the hell did you find where I live?!" he seemed taken aback that you had suddenly yelled that, but quickly covered it up. "you had your information in your wallet."
"why would you check my wallet?"
"i d-dunno. It seemed reasonable."
"oh really?"
"dont get smart with me."
"why not? Hmm-"
he suddenly pushed you back onto your bed, hovering over you, one hand over your throat, the other pinning your wrists above your head. You stared at him, wide-eyed. He wasn't applying pressure to your neck, just holding his hand there as a threat. Your wrists hurt. He was gripping them a bit to tightly for your liking. "o-ow..." you muttered, closing your eyes tightly, pressing yourself closer to the bed, trying to stay away from him. You felt the pressure on your wrists and neck leave, and you opened one eye, peaking up. He was still hovering over you, but his hands where on both sides of you. You shivered, your body aching still. God, kick in already, god damn pills. You opened your other eye, and held eye contact with him. Neither of you broke it, nor did you blink. He lowered his head closer to yours, staring you dead in the eyes. You shrunk back, trying not to blink. It was so hard...
You blinked.
Damn.
He sat up his eyes narrowing slightly. He was smirking. Damn him, this fucking twitching smart ass...
You just then realized something.
This "fucking twitching smart ass" was practically straddling you.
Holy shit.
"u-uhhm.." you lent back against the comforter, blinking a couple times. "hmm?"
Then he looked down.
And then he fell backwards.
You couldn't help but almost burst into laughter, covering your mouth. He twitched again, quickly standing up. "erm, s-sorry." he was stuttering this time. Actually stuttering. Ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha. Okay it wasn't funny. But still. Vengeance. Sort of? Hmm. "not so smug now, huh.." you mumbled. You sat up, carefully pulling your knees to your chest, and hugging them. He stood there awkwardly, shifting on his feet. He looked around quietly, while you stared at him. God, this guy was weird. First, he goes psycho and kills a few guys. Then he saves your life. Then he nearly injures you more. And then he acts like a classic, bashful teenage boy. What the hell?
He met your eyes briefly, before looking aside.Classic signs of a bashful teenage boy. This guy was definitely a thought provoker. Quite a few things ran through your mind as you stared at him.
Why did he kill those guys?
Was he lying about the whole "i saved your life because guys kicking your ass seemed wrong" thing?
Was he crazy?....
A loud snapping noise interrupted your thoughts, and you found yourself face-to-face with Toby. "hn..?" you lent back slightly. He sighed, pinching his nose. Was he annoyed with you? You furrowed your eyebrows, shrinking yourself down from him. You saw him twitch, his head jerking to the side slightly. He was close enough to where you heard a faint pop. Holy shit.
He gently cupped the side of your face with one hand, looking you dead in the eye. You shivered from the contact. His hands where warm. "..n-nein.." you whispered softly, squeezing your eyes shut briefly, before opening them again, noticing a worried look on Toby's face. "listen, I've got to go.." he whispered. You nodded your head slowly. He pulled his hand away, before straitening up.he walked out of the room, you muttering your goodbye. he shut the door behind him, and you heard a faint click from the front door.
what the hell?