Title; Scott Reacts
Summary; Scott doesn't like people touchng is things!
Some violence. This is my first Fanfiction so please be kind!
A short one-shot. I thought that it would be a good start: D
Thankies! xxxx
Scott sat shivering on the cold stone ground which he had come, after so many years of being on the streets, to think of as the norm.
He pulled his worn jacket tighter around his slim frame and glared at the wind as if daring it to make him any colder.
The blind twelve year old huddled in the corner of the alleyway and tried to drift off to sleep.
A few hours later he awoke to find someone rummaging through his things, obviously trying to rob him.
He reacted on instinct, jumping onto his attacker whom after realising that Scott was awake had started to beat him up, thinking him to be a helpless runaway, and even better, a helpless blind runaway!
But Scott was not, he quickly counteracted the man.
When he realised that his attacker was trying to stab him he expertly, and in a way only found from experience, reached up and twisted the mans hand that was holding the knife pressing down onto specific pressure points that made the man let go of the knife.
Then quickly kicked the knife away while at the same time reaching for his knife own hidden in the back of his trousers.
"What the fuck are our doing!"
"I…I…I'm s..s..sorry I..I.."
"Fuck you," Scott growled at the man before taking his knife and plunging it into stomach ensuring a long and painful death.
Scott didn't like people touching is things.
