What can I say? I'm a kicker for this guy. (If you don't like him you can leave. Your kind isn't tolerated here.)
Also you're about 8 years old in this.
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"Bro, you have to check out this new hot wheels car I got, it's the bomb diggity!"
"I've got to be home soon, my dad would worry, you know how he gets when he's mad."
You were walking home from school with one of your friends. And said friend was trying to get you to play video games with them, but to no avail.
"Then go ask him if you can come over! I wanna play some metroid or legend of Zelda. Maybe a MMO."
They've been bugging you all week and it's gotten annoying. But you couldn't go against your dads words.
"Dude, I said I couldn't, I've got a pretty serious dad and he won't let up. He says he has a surprise and he wants to take me somewhere. "
That's when your said friend pulls out a pocket knife and says "I've got somewhere to take you too."
"Ooooh pointy, if you don't mind, in just gonna go over here. " You start to run in the opposite direction but he catches up. And he bashes a rock against your cranium and takes your unconscious body home with them.
- cbs pov -
"Damn, where are they? It's been 30 minutes since school got out and they usually get home in 10."
"I dunno honey, should I call the school to she if they're there?"
"Yeah, I'll go check if they're still walking home or at their friends house."
Christian sped out the front door, armed, and impatiently made his way down your normal walking route.
....
Nothing. You weren't there, he took shortcuts, hiding spots, the local church, that one nice lady who gave out cookies every once in a while, nada. The last place was that "friend" that you seemed to like, something sketchy was going on.
Christian's phone vibrated with a text saying that you left as soon as school was out. Fuck.
That little gremlin is going to get it. He closed his hand into a fist, knuckles going ghostly white, as fury over took him. He spent no time waiting around to calm down as he sprinted to the address he saved on his phone. No one ever dared get in his way as he left a wake of destruction.
As he approached the door, he knocked over a small potted plant and then proceded to knock on the dark, oak door.
"Ay yo ma, get the door would ya, my friend an I are doing something!"
"Oh hello, what brings you he-" "don't you dare ask me such a silly question, where is moi princess and why weren't they home when I asked?" The frail old woman shook so badly her bones nearly rattled to dust as she pointed to the basement door.
A grin of death made its way onto Christian's face as he dropped the elder.
- your pov -
You woke up, blinding light hindered your sight for only a second as you readjusted to your new surroundings. You made a mental note of the square knot you were bound with. Your captor made their way into the light as you glared daggers at them.
"Do you know why you are here?"
You shook your head.
"I must say, you're quite dumb. You stole my pencil, I want it back."
You gave a dumbfounded look as he tapped his foot impatiently. You opened your mouth to speak right as the exit door flew off the hinges. Your rescue has come to take you home.
"Where in God's name is moi princess, or I swear to God-" He lifted his kukri up to your captors eyes, of which hovered only a centimeter or two from his pupil, and gripped his jaw tighter. "-I'll clean the floor of your blood!" He then set eyes on you and dropped the kid and ran over to you and hugged you in a bone breaking grasp. You smiled and winced as your head throbbed at the oxygen your father robbed of you.
"I can't - breathe..." he let go of you and looked back at the boy gasping for air. "Should we go home, or should oi deal with this dick monger first?" You thought for only a second and retorted "don't kill him but maybe the hospital will do. "
Then your father sent you on your way home, with a knife, a very big one. Let's just say that you wouldn't see your friend ever again because "he moved to China to start a new life" and laughed as you relaxed in a sauna and got pedicures and a nice back rubbing. Your father got sparkling pink toe nails while you got a deep blue and gray accent on your pretty, pretty nails.
(Omf I typed nails and it said balls).
