Random Stuff I started to write but never finished

Prologue for a Trilogy

WARNING: VIOLENCE

Story type: Drama, gang au, romance (a bit like joker and harley?)

key words: gang fights, dark past, meet again, loved, family

Word count: 1333

It was supposed to be a Trilogy but I did never write it past the Prologue.

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A frustrated groan leaves the boys lips as he looks at the light display of his mobile phone. He throws his head back against the headboard of his bed and closes his eyes.

''Why does she have to work so late? For gods sake, the woman is over 60 years old....'', he shuts his mobile down and lets it fall onto the pillow beside his body. With a swift move he lifts up from the bed and clips the lights on.

He's been living with his grandma for 14 years because his parents died in a caraccident. Sometimes he tries to grief and cry like every child would, but he just can't remember them. He was a toddler after all, of course he wouldn't remember them.

The only time he would cry while thinking about his parents is, when he gets jealous about other children talking about their mother and father or doing family stuff together with their parents. In such moments he thinks about brakefast with his parents every morning, goodnight storys they'd have told him when he was young. Maybe even about watching him marry a wonderful woman and starting a family on his own while adoring him from the side like every parent does.

As he stands at the door of his room and looks out the window lost in his thoughts, he sees two headlights coming closer and being turned off infront of the houses garage.

The teenagers eyebrows lift in a confused manner with the thought of the message his dear grandma send him a minute ago about coming home later again.

''I don't think, that grandmas boyfriend would visit us this late at night....'', the blackhaired boy openes his roomdoor hesitantly, while grabbing a baseball bet with the other one.

‚Maybe I'm just overreacting and grams boyfriend just forgot something yesterday....', he thinks as he nears the stairs with the bet thightly wrapped in his fists. The boys hands get sweaty as the fear of the possible outcomes go through his mind. His breathing increases in volume and pace, just like his heartbeat, while he stands at the top of the staircase, waiting for something to happen.

Some time passes and the boy starts fidgeting with the bet and slowly clams down. Just as he let's the bet sink with a reliefed sigh, he hears a loud noise coming from a room behind himself. With a startled gasp he spins around to detect a black silhouette in his grandmas room, crouching under the window as if it just jumped through it.

The boy points his bet into the direction of the silhouette with a fast movement and an expression which shows pure terror, big eyes, heavying chest and loud pants.

The silhouette straightens and grows into a broad shouldered, high figure with it's face turned to the teenager.

''W-Who are you a-and what are you d-doing in my house?'', the boy stutters with a wanna-be-confident voice, making the silhouette chuckle with a deep voice.

The boys heart races faster with every passing secound as the heavy footsteps of the man grow louder. The black figure gets bigger and comes closer but the boy doesn't move a muscle thanks to the fear cursing through his veines. The man comes to a stop right in front of the frightened lad and within a few moments the little boy is in the air and the loud thud of the bet hitting the carpeted floor echoes throughout the house.

The hands of the boy fly up to the one of the man holding him up by the throat and squeezing the younger's oxygen ways shut. Gasping and trying to kick out for the silhouette the boy struggles to either loosen the grip on his throat or get it off completely.

Another deep chuckle leaves the robbers mouth as he threatens the small figure in his grip.

''Foolish little boy, did you really think, that a small boy with a bet could scare me?'', with his full strength the man throws the schoolboy to the floor on the other end of the hallway. Before the boy hits the ground he feels the relief of getting oxygen back into his system, but his happiness isn't of long last because he hits the floor with a painful crack sounding from his back a second later, drawing a pain filled groan out of his sore throat. Tears start streaming down his face without his consent.

The big guy picks up the bet from the floor and makes his way to the boy again, while the later tries to crawl to the stairs to get away from the robber.

''Na, na. Where do you think you are going? The fun just started sweetheart'', the body guard like figure states with a humorless chuckle following. Whimpers and cries leave the tortured boys lips as he gets pulled into a sitting position leaning against the staircase railing.

,,We don't want to take the chance of you leaving this house and telling everyone what happened, do we?'', the man whispers in a crouching position as if he's sharing a secret.

As the boy just manages to cry and sulk quietly in fear of getting hurt any more, the man tips the bets top against the knees of the youngsters legs as if to tell him to lift them. So he does without questioning his intentions, making him regret this decision a few moments later. The robber straightens up into a standing position and swings his bet as if it was a golf club. The bet blares sideways into the right leg of the teenager, making loud screams erupt from the later. The boy falls onto his side clenching his leg, which seems to be broken due to the loud crack, to his chest while crying his eyes out and screaming like he's out of his mind.

''Oh come on, don't play the actor here'', the black clothed man with the bet still in his hands coos as he leans down and puts the crying and screaming mess into a sitting position again.

''I'm not done yet'', he confesses as he again smashes the bet with a demonstrating lung out, into the other leg to hear another loud and sickening crack echoing from the now broken bones. The boy screams up again with his eyes pressed shut and a wet cried face. He winds himself in pain and only grows quieter as his throat gets all sore and doesn't let any more noises get out.

The robber sights with a displeased look as he watches the boy with his legs directed inhumanly into different directions.

''I'd like to know how you'd scream when I'm inside of you, but we got no time for that. Soooo....'', he swings the bet over his shoulder and kicks the withering mess at his feet into the direction of the long staircase, watching how the unmoving body flies down the steps and leaves blood on it's way down.

The last feeling the boy experiences is his head hitting one of the steps and the ringing in his ears that follows. Every noise the boy emitted, now disappeared into thin air as the boy lays unmoving at the bottom of the stairs.

Slowly everything turns black and red before the boys eyes as he closes them and drifts into oblivion.

It feels like seconds as he opens his eyes again and doesn't see anything clearly but he hears his grandmas voice shouting his name. And again he closes his eyes, just to open them and detect the change of contrast as if he is moving under many spotlights. He closes his eyes again and falls asleep with one last thing coming out of his grams mouth.

''...thing....be fine...Jungkook-ah''