A small short story...The origin part 1 out of ???;
TRIGGER WARNING: mention of abuse
It was a stormy night, 10:00 pm exact. A young male looked about five years old was skipping through the puddle wearing a red hood humming to himself until he slid and skidded his knee. He hissed to himself but manage to force himself up until he heard a voice yelling in the other side of the bush which made him let out a small gasp and quickly hid but peeked through to see a injured male looking around the same age as him and another male..an adult yelling at him belittling him and occasionally kicking the child until he was unconscious. The man scoffed at him "pathetic. I expected more from you Marshall." The man grumbled took one last kick before lighting a cigarette and began to walk off "as punishment for your little fuck up you can sleep out here" he spoke with venom. The little boy stayed behind the bush until he knew it was clear to come out, one look and already felt what felt like a kitten or some animal imprinting on their human or companion, he knew instantly he had to help in some way so he did his reckless little way to find a way to pick the unknown boy up and carry him home...which took a bit until he found a way his wagon. He carried the boy all the way home saw that his father was on the couch asleep while his older brother was sitting on the floor watching TV.
"Hm? Oh hey Anthony what you got there?"
The male asked revealing the other boy name. Anthony stood their blinking innocently and smile. The older brother smiled and chuckle as if he understood what the silence meant.
"Alright but be aware if dad found out you snuck someone in he's gonna be piiiissed"
Anthony nodded signed languaged toward Zack before going into his room to study the injured knocked out boy. He suddenly lit up. Bandages where did father put the Bandages? He went to the bathroom and snuck the Bandages into hus room where he studied the boy one more time before went out of the room again grab some wipes and other things he may need and began cleaning his injuries. Perks of having a father as an right hand man in the army is knowing how to tend those in need. Anthony continue to tend the I juries until he heard a small noise and a small gasp as the boy sat up making Anthony step back to give him some room
The boy looked around frantic
"D...dad!?...where am i!?"
The boy panic realizing he's not where he was training yet alone around where his father was but yelp again when he saw Anthony
"Who are you and where am i!?"
He yelled frantic until Anthony try to sign language towards him
"H..huh?"
He asked confused. Anthony tap his foot thinking looking around trying to find a way to communicate but suddenly he smile as he scroung around to find the tablet
"Hi! I'm a friend!"
The tablet spoke making mercury more confused
"I. Saw. You. Injured."
Anthony thought more then added
"I helpt"
The boy look confused until suddenly a thing pointed at the bandages
"You...did that?"
He said softly touching the Bandages but smiled softly.
"Thank you.."
He said softly eyes watering a little
"I'm. Ant. Honey"
The boy blink but mange to catch on
"Anthony?"
He asked confused, as a responded anthonys eyes lit up and nodded excitedly and pointed at him excitedly
"O..oh uh.."
The boy said a little shy but amused unsure what he wants. Anthony then typed
"What. Is. Your. Name?"
"O..oh..it's marshall"
He said softly but jolted when he felt anthonys cold hands on his knees and suddenly move his head back when Anthony leaned in close excitedly smiling, Marshall chuckled slightly nervous catching on what he's thinking...a new friend, but felt amused by this reaction and stramge new feeling, making this their beginning of a strangely beautifully tragic bond beings.
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