So I was writing another ten inch hero story that gave a bit of what I would think Priestley's back story is, so I decided Id just write him his very own story, this ties into my story (Cassidy James Priestly) but you don't have to read that because this can be read as a stand alone fic. Its my idea of how Priestly made it to the Beach City Grill. Please follow and review.
P.S to any fellow twenty one pilot fans out there the song that inspired this story is (Semi-Automatic)
I do not own Ten Inch Hero or any of its characters.
Chapter One
Boaz Priestly crept quietly out his second story window, careful not to jostle his shoulder to much. He took a deep breath as he looked below into his mothers flower bed, a solid six foot drop that could definitely break his ankle. He gulped rethinking what he was doing, then looked out into the dark suburbs he lived in, fancy houses just like his lined the streets, everyone the same, none ever changing. He looked up at the dark sky and prayed to whoever was listening that he could do this. Taking a breath again, he climbed down the lattice with one hand, the other held tightly to his chest, trying not to aggravate it anymore than it already was.
After what seemed like forever, His combat boots made a soft thud as he jumped the final few feet to the ground. He looked up at the big two story house again, painted white with flowers planted all over the perfectly mowed lawn. The house he'd grown up in, the house he was leaving forever. Most children would feel some kind of sadness leaving their home, he didn't. He felt an odd sense of satisfaction, he felt free.
He hurried over to the garage, keeping to the shadows so not to be seen by the neighbors. He slipped inside the side door and climbed inside his truck and shut the door as quietly as he could. He reached quickly under the seat to make sure the bag he hid was still there. His father had a habit of searching through his things, making sure he didn't have anything he deemed inappropriate, like the combat boots. He'd hid them under the floor boards in his room, along with his CD's and extra cash, all of this he'd put in the bag. As he sat there in the drive way, what he was doing really started to set in, he was running away. Leaving his family and friends, leaving his entire life. He was going to be someone completely different from now on, he wasn't ever coming back here, if he had something to say about it. He let the truck coast out of the driveway before he started the engine and disappeared into the night.
He drove for what felt like hours, until the sun came up. He was pretty far out, and he'd taken the back roads so to avoid any suspecting police, not wanting to get questioned, he felt this was pretty good for his first day. He pulled over to a rest stop, grabbed the bag he packed a week ago when the idea first occurred to him, and headed up to the doors.
Inside the little gas station he bought everything else he needed to be someone else, anyone else but Boaz.
Crammed into the tiny bathroom, he stripped off his shirt, wincing as it revealed the dark purple bruise already forming across his shoulder and ribs. It throbbed painfully, as he gently pressed on it with his fingers, he didn't know how to treat it, his mother would normally just bring him an ice pack. But she couldn't help him anymore, and he couldn't help her.
Instead of putting on his old button up shirt he put on the one he bought in the gas station. It was bright red and said, (Nobody knows I'm a lesbian).
Then he pulled out the hair dye he bought, neon blue. He used it to cover up his dirty blond hair that he inherited from his mothers side, maybe when it grew out a bit he'd do more with it. Then came what he'd been dreading, eye liner, he saw girls at school put it on, and his mother a few times, but he had never attempted before now. If his father could see him he'd go into cardiac arrest, his seemingly perfect son, the one that was supposed to run his giant insurance company. The thought made a faint smile appear on his face, before he wiped it away.
After a few paper towels and a few choice curse words, and some black nail polish he threw in last minute, Boaz was done, and he barley recognized himself. He'd add more eventually, maybe a tattoo or some piercings. He had to admit he was having fun, years of rules and disapproving scowls crossed through his mind. It was nice to finally get to be who he wanted to be for a change.
Looking at himself he grinned, he wasn't Boaz any more, just Priestly. He was never going to be Boaz again, not if he could help it. He liked his new look, much better than stuffy button ups or the stupid church jeans his mother insisted he wear, yes, he liked Priestly much more. Now he was someone completely new.