1.) This is Marshalls back story
2.)I'm planning on making this story over dark
3.)There will be no extremely graphic scenes
4.) This will also contain my other character
Marshall was home alone 6:36 flashed on the clock
He Sitting on the couch with his long pale legs crossed, softly brushing his long curly black and white hair it was almost the quiet in the brightly lit room, the Tv light being the only thing on beautiful sparkling brown eyes watched the program closely. There was an expecting knock on the door, it was just loud enough to catch his attention. He got up and slowly walked toward the door and unlocking it.
" Hi Marshall was wondering if I could use your phone, my car just broke down." He said pointing to the car to show marshall
"Oh… yeah " Marshall said opening the door to let the man in, He thought it was ok since it was a fairly good neighborhood and he was his mom's best friend. The man grins before he walked in the younger boy quietly shut the door, he looked around as marshall lead him where the phone was.
" Hows my mom doing?" said Marshall trying to start small talk to ease the awkward tension.
"Oh she's doing pretty good, the doctor says that she is recovering very well," he says slowly and quietly walking behind Marshall.
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He thought that it was best to just play dead than to actually die So he stopped moving and held his breath until the guy stopped. He didn't really feel guilty he thought to himself as he pulled up the blood-stained pants He had to admit Marshall looked beautiful this way. Marshall could hear the man moving about his apartment wiping his fingerprints from anything he touched. The man walked back over to Marshall before stabbing him again to make sure that he was completely dead.
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Marshal was alone this time crying out in pain as he dragged himself this time had to get help so he limped as fast as he could out of his house and onto sidewalk a large bloody trail behind him his shirt, pants, hair, face, and hands were caked with blood he had looked for his phone for a while in the house but all the house phone lines had been cut and his phone had been taken all he could really do was softly whisper
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Chase and his partner Zuma patrolled the area they were the youngest cops on the squad rookie's actually they wasn't the best but both were equally successful. It was a rich neighborhood they were patrolling most of the people that lived here were elderly woman and men in their late to early 60s.
"Help…(cough)... Help."It was a soft whisper barely there, it sounded like a young boy.
"Zuma. Do you hear that?" chase said looking in the car instruction manual trying to figure out how to turn back on the car headlights.
"Yeah… I'll go see what it is "said Zuma as he opened up the door getting out before a gusting his flashlight. What they saw when Zuma clicked on the flashlight was burnt into their memory forever, they would never forget How scared he was the wide doe eyes and the unnaturally alabaster skin covered in blood
Chase jumped out of the car as fast as he can and immediately rushed over to the scene the boys softly sobbed trying to crawl away from chases approaching figure.
"Shh. Shh, your ok no one's going to hurt you." He softly cooked to the boy as Zuma called for an ambulance and back up it didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive