Description:
After 4 years, Jack still has the nightmares surrounding his old life. His old memories of when he was a little boy are gone, but the rest? There was so many including him...killing people.
Over the years, he meet his family. He saves a forced prostitute, he rescues the abused, he protects the gambler, and proves innocence in court.
After the years, they've grown closer. They see each other as family.
They would do anything for each other.
They were forced to steal for food and shelter, but also for the pure enjoyment it brung to each of them. They have never been caught, until now.
The police force them a decision. Either go into foster care and serve Juvie, or go to the secret Government Academy to train for a secret cause. They want to stay together, so they pick the obvious choice.
Jack doesn't talk to anyone besides his family. So, when he is forced to work with the Academy's #1, he is forced to trust another.
Elsa has a tortured past of her own, protecting Anna has become her only reason to live. So, when she has to work with the silent boy, she is determined not to let him in.
Pitch Black is the second in charge at Vinter Academy, and knows what they are planning with the seven. Pitch wants Jack. Not only does he want Jack's powerful magic to himself, he wants Jack.
In this story of drama, adventure, romance, crazy teachers, and yandere creatures, describes to torment of teenagers who just want to live normally. Join these young souls in a adventure of themselves, the Academy, unexpected romance, and plot-twists.
Rated M for Mature. 18+.
Prologue
Jack smirked as he saw the man clutching his overweight stomach.
The man moaned in pain once more as he felt a spreading pain in his lower stomach were the white-haired punk kicked him. He gasped out blood and started to choke on the crimson liquid he was all to familiar with. He gasped out in a sharp pain once more as he felt a burning fire spread through his chest as he glared out of dirty, narrowed eyes. He fell to the ground when he no longer could bare the white-hot pain swimming through his bleeding veins.
Jack laughed. It was a hollow sound, a sound that was only used to terrify lowly scum like the pervert withering in pain below him. Jack laughed once more as he felt the reverberating feeling of power flood through his body. He whipped his back so he could feel the pleasure of this power gaining him in an temporary bliss. He closed his eyes to try to hold on to this power that he so easily attracted. He opened his eyes again when he felt the first drops of rain land on his blood splattered face. He grinned once more as he spotted the angry grey clouds circling him and the pathetic excuse of a man.
The man closed his eyes as he felt himself losing to the numbness promising to take him far away. He could almost feel the heavy steal toed boot on his chest disappear when he almost surrenders to the awaiting darkness. He could hear the rain splatter and hit the ground almost painfully. He weakly thanked the over hang gutter blocking him from the water. He glowered once more in his mind as he reopened his aching eyes. There, he saw his attacker grinning like the mad-man that he was. He tried to remember where he saw those ice-cold eyes and frosty hair, he would certainly remember the shocking white hair that adorned the lean shadow in front of him.
"You will never get away with this," the man growled. It would sound a whole lot scarier if the man wasn't gasping and wheezing for a breath.
Jack smiled again and leaned over to whisper in the man's blood soaked ear with a smooth baritone voice that was obviously amused. "Oh yea? Please explain to me how you thought that crazy idea."
The man shivered from the frosty breath that blew in his ear. Much from the words, the man visibly shrank against the piss smelled brick wall behind him. He knew this psycho was right. There they were, hidden in an abandoned alleyway covered with graffiti, garbage, and other unknown smells. The alley was narrow with tall cracking bricks just covered with trash and inappropriate words.
The man had no idea what all this was about. He was minding his own business, walking around causally in downtown Pennsylvania, when he felt eyes follow him every where. He tried to un-suspiciously avoid the ice blue eyes follow his every move. He tried to walk faster to his buddy's house in an attempt to lose his stalker. He told himself it was his imagination. If only he listened to his instincts.
Jack threw his head back in glee as he saw the helplessness and fear in the man's tired eyes. Jack always knew that this man was stupid, but never thought that this pedophile was that stupid and weak.
When Jack composed himself, he looked the man dead in the eye and said these simple words.
"Alex Tymoh"
The man paled even more with realization. He closed his eyes as his tears were renewed. He knew he must of down something awful when he was drunk out of his mind, he felt over whelming guilt for something he doesn't even remember. All he remembered from that night was screams and a pleasurable feeling coursing through him. The next morning, his nephew stayed away from him and teared up at the very sight of him. The man never knew why his nephew, who would follow him around like a love-sick puppy, was avoiding him like the plaque. Call him dense, but he still doesn't know.
Jack looked at the man curiously. Not very often were the predators so remorseful for their acts, well, at least not the ones Jack killed.
The man spoke after what seemed to be hours, "what do you mean?" Even these four little words racked havoc on the man. Coughing and wheezes over took him.
Jack looked at the man in question. Was he trying to gain sympathy from Jack? Well, it wouldn't work. Even though Jack was only eleven, he has long since overpassed the lines of sympathy for pedophiles like that man. Was this sick man trying to save himself from death? It sounded likely, he was familiar with these perverts begging for their pathetic lives, this man could be the same. Or, was he just as lost with his memory as his body language said?
"Do you really have no idea why you are being killed?" Jack asked, pulling out a sharp knife that looked every bit dangerous as the owner was.
The man mulled over the situation. His attacker, obviously had no attention on letting leave him out of here alive, and he had no idea what he was talking about. Even if he tried to run for it, the blows to his stomach and head were to sever to be running. Especially from a person who so clearly knew what they were doing. The man asked once more, almost begged in his mind, in hope to learn what he supposedly did to deserve this.
It seemed as if his attacker heard what he was thinking. He ever so casually rubbed his fingers against his knife as he answered the mans unspoken question.
"Remember when you drank all that liquor when you were watching your nephew? Well, it seems that you haven't been laid lately, and decided to force your nephew into doing it with you. He was screaming and begging for you to stop, but you didn't listen." Jack looked up from the blade and said the last words in a deadlier voice, "Tomone Tmyoh, you raped your nephew."
If Tomone thought he could bare with whatever his attacker was going to say, he was sadly mistaken. It felt as if a powerful blow was delivered right towards his heart and stomach. He could no longer hold in the rising guilt as he hurled all over the already bloody ground around. Boiling bile found its way up his throat and he couldn't hold it in much longer. He wept with new found remorse as he slowly regained from his shock. He couldn't have done that… no. It was impossible! The man closed his eyes once more and hoped, no prayed, that it was the last time.
He couldn't have done that. He would NEVER do that to anyone, much less his own nephew. The man wept and screamed with as much oxygen as his lungs would allow. He panted with heavy breaths as he felt a crushing pain in his mind as he finally shut down. All the pain and guilt finally made sense. He had done something horrible, and know he would pay the rightful price.
He heard a heavy breath from his attacker and peered through half-lidded eyes.
Jack sighed in slight annoyance ad the man convulsed on himself. He stared at the man as he wept and vomited on the already wet and disgusting ground. Jack had seen his fair share of criminals in his short life and found it hard to believe that a man who had done something so wrong could feel even the slightest of guilt. You see, Jack was very confused. In all his…'sprees', he had seen men and woman alike beg for their lives, offer things that they thought killers like him wanted, and make threats of involving the authorities. Of course, Jack merely rolled his eyes and sassed off, but this was different. This man wasn't making any pathetic attempts to save his own life, or offer-what they thought- was a better choice for an 11-year-old boy. No, this man was crying and vomiting. Jack was quite un-sure on what to do.
The man gazed at Jack for mercy. He didn't want to live, he didn't want to live with the over whelming grief and sorrow on what he had done. Yes, he was drunk, but that was no excuse for what he had done. He wanted to be gone, he didn't want to live on if it meant looking into the eyes of his nephew and only see fear and hatred. No, he wanted to be gone. No more memories. To start over...
"Are you going to kill me?" The man rasped out in barely audible whisper.
Jack recognized the helpless look in the mans guilt ridded eyes. He sighed once more at the look. He cleared his throat and said in a monotone voice, "yes."
The man collapsed on himself and a slight smile grazed on his face. He was so thankful that he would be granted one last wish. He did not deserve to be alive after what he did to his own nephew. His own flesh and blood. He couldn't live like that. He couldn't bare to see the hurt and anger that swarmed through his little nephews eyes when he saw him. No, if he the chose, he would end it now. But first, a thought kept plowing through the pain and despair clouding his mind. That one that told him it was a dying man's wish.
The man looked up from his blood induced state, and said in a tired but demanding whisper.
"Why do you do this?"
Jack paused. No one has ever asked that question before. No one looked up from their foretold death and asked him a question. Sure they would ask him why them and all that jazz, but never about him and his 'job'. He blinked at the man with utter confusion. Was this a trick? No, this man wants to die, he practically begged him! Jack kept staring at the man before he sighed a short huff and turned to the man.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a clear, deep voice. "What is it to you?"
The man stretched his neck the best he could until he whispered, "What made you do this? I can tell you did this many, many times."
The rain continued to patter around them as the silence stretched on. Growing with each sharp breath the man toke just enough air. Jack lifted his eyes to stare into the mans dulled out brown. The silence spread more as the rain beated against the trash cans and the metal over hang. Jack toke a deep breath and walked gracefully to the man in confident strides. He leaned down before he was in a squat.
He leaned over and spoke in a strained tone.
"I never want any one to suffer like I did when he got away with it."
And with that, Jack sliced the man neck in a calm, easy stride. Blood spurted everywhere, coating Jack in the dark red liquid. He stood up and gazed at the bloody mess below him. Rain mixing with the dark crimson, making streams a light pink. Jack leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
He tried to forget all those years alone and forced to things he never wanted to do. He didn't even realise a cold tear slide slowly down his blood splattered face.
He toke a deep breath before looking at his knife. If someone told him four years ago, that he would become a killer at the young age at eleven, he would've laughed. He would've told them that they were the stupidest person on the planet and walk away questioning whether or not to call the men in the white coats on them.
He shoke his head as feelings he long since bury rise once more in a rising fury. He tucked away the bloody knife in his hoodie and started to causally walk away from the scene. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked calmly around the ally way. A light barley flickered in the pitch-black darkness. Jack raised his head and whispered something that made him come all this way. The one sentence that reminded him to be strong, to never show any emotions. To never show any weakness that in future, would kill him in the end.
He slightly shoke as he said the faithful words.
"I promise Flee."
His voice trembled a little, and finally collapsed in a heap of hurt, anger and so much more that was to much to burden a young boy. He wailed as he felt his heart clench with the familiar fear and hysteria. He sniffled and sobbed in the middle of the flickering light. The rain stormed around him in an angry fury. Rain soaked the boy and mingled with his cold tears.
He hugged his stomach as he whispered the words once more.
"I promise, Flee."