Wynter Hills. A boy still in his teenage years Black side swept hair and mesmerising blue eyes. A tall fragile body and clear pale skin. His all black converse padded through the puddles in the dark, empty alleyway. Tap. Tap. Tap. He thought he heard the faint clicking of heels. Maybe not. Tap. Tap. Tap. He was not sure he heard it. Whatever it was, it was closer, for this time it was louder and clearer than the first. Scared and shaken, he picked up his pace until he was running. Before he knew it, he was at his house. All the lights were out, but he could have sworn he saw something move in his bedroom window. He mildly shook his head and removed his key from his hoodie pocket. Steadily, he inserted the key and twisted it to his right, the
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Made for a..hmm...special reason,” The 'girl' with the brown hair started explaining. They both took small steps forward and Wynter rolled his hair backwards.
“We would reach into your chest and take your heart if we could, but since it's been broken and torn so many times, there's nothing left to take,” the blonde paused as the dismayed boy started to quiver in his chair.
“But there is something else we can take” They both say with a slight hint of amusement in their voices.
All of a sudden Wynter lost all his strength and control. The room turned pitch Black and an unknown figure stood before him. No facial features just red dots for eyes. A huge, white grin spread across his cocked head. A piercing sound echoes through the room and Wynter's senses had increased, a lot. The voices inside his head were taking over, telling him that his life was in danger. Not only was he starting to feel faint but the sound still continued. Suddenly, a bright light shone through the room and his whole world blacked …show more content…
Why were you asleep on the floor?” His father's sharp voice sent a shiver or two down Wynter's spine.
“Sorry for worrying you. Can I take a walk? I need a breather. I'll take my phone so you can tell me when to come home.” Wynter asked calmly.
“Yes, you may, but one. Don't go too far and two. Stay safe. Call me if something happens.” His father replied with a soft voice. Wynter nodded, helped himself up, grabbed his phone and trudged down the stairs.
As soon as he exited the house he walked for about 15 minutes and heard a small ruffling in the tree nearby. He looked up and spotted the figure. Well, just his eyes. The Red pupils Shone like the moon on a clear night.
“There's no point hiding. I know your there.” Wynter sighed and the figure came down and landed by his side.
“Okay. Let's make a deal. If I give you what you want. Mr. Reaper. Then you don't come for anybody in this realm ever again” The reaper cocked his head.
“Also don't send your little dolls. Deal?” Wynter stuck out his hand for the reaper to shake. A black hand with long fingers reached for Wynter's hand.
“Deal!” The reaper smirked. And shook Wynter's hand lightly. Suddenly, Wynter felt tired. Colourless. Dull. Everything around him turned
Made for a..hmm...special reason,” The 'girl' with the brown hair started explaining. They both took small steps forward and Wynter rolled his hair backwards.
“We would reach into your chest and take your heart if we could, but since it's been broken and torn so many times, there's nothing left to take,” the blonde paused as the dismayed boy started to quiver in his chair.
“But there is something else we can take” They both say with a slight hint of amusement in their voices.
All of a sudden Wynter lost all his strength and control. The room turned pitch Black and an unknown figure stood before him. No facial features just red dots for eyes. A huge, white grin spread across his cocked head. A piercing sound echoes through the room and Wynter's senses had increased, a lot. The voices inside his head were taking over, telling him that his life was in danger. Not only was he starting to feel faint but the sound still continued. Suddenly, a bright light shone through the room and his whole world blacked …show more content…
Why were you asleep on the floor?” His father's sharp voice sent a shiver or two down Wynter's spine.
“Sorry for worrying you. Can I take a walk? I need a breather. I'll take my phone so you can tell me when to come home.” Wynter asked calmly.
“Yes, you may, but one. Don't go too far and two. Stay safe. Call me if something happens.” His father replied with a soft voice. Wynter nodded, helped himself up, grabbed his phone and trudged down the stairs.
As soon as he exited the house he walked for about 15 minutes and heard a small ruffling in the tree nearby. He looked up and spotted the figure. Well, just his eyes. The Red pupils Shone like the moon on a clear night.
“There's no point hiding. I know your there.” Wynter sighed and the figure came down and landed by his side.
“Okay. Let's make a deal. If I give you what you want. Mr. Reaper. Then you don't come for anybody in this realm ever again” The reaper cocked his head.
“Also don't send your little dolls. Deal?” Wynter stuck out his hand for the reaper to shake. A black hand with long fingers reached for Wynter's hand.
“Deal!” The reaper smirked. And shook Wynter's hand lightly. Suddenly, Wynter felt tired. Colourless. Dull. Everything around him turned