A/N:
Writing and stories piled high as the sky
Disclaiming fanfics so I can get by
Hurting Fletcher so bad that it stings
These are a few of my favourite things...
Chapter 21 My Name is...
He ran in unprecedented fear, jumping from roof top to roof top for his life. While catching his breath he looked back at his predator.
The young boy looked about ten and wasn't even puffing as he jumped from roof tops with eerie grace. He was coated in black and in his hand was a small revolver which steadily pointed at his direction.
Knowing that he couldn't outrun the boy forever he tumbled down to an alleyway. His landing was bad and he felt his shoulder crack on the pavement as he fell but adrenaline kept him going and he ran dragging his arm in immense pain.
He fell at a trendily of air that snaked around his leg hauling him downwards. He tried to get up again but a firm kick planted him on the grass of a park he had managed to reach.
He looked at the small black eyes and the unmoving face he saw before him. Seeing this child at gunpoint was more frightening than being threatened by a grown man.
They boy loaded the revolver.
"Silly little man" the boy said coldly pinning him down with a surprisingly strong foot.
He panted still not having recovered his breath and grasped surrounding grass in fear.
"Wait- I know you" he said raising a finger.
"Whether you know me or not won't make a difference in a moment" he said as the gun clicked beneath his fingers.
"You're- You're that brat. The Skulduggery kid" he said. The boys face went blank and he smiled at this.
"But you're not his son though. You're an unwanted brat, unlucky enough to have that pitiful- to have that bag of bones as a father"
The boy remained silent, this pleased him more.
"Nicholas Pleasant isn't it? Well Nicholas Pleasant, take your foot of me now and let me leave" he said, his voice was reaffirming and confident.
They boy paused and for a moment he thought he had succeeded but then he proceeded to raise his gun.
"But that should of worked" he said, fear rising again, "I used your given name!"
They boy gave an ugly smile.
"My name is not Nicholas, Mr. Warhol. But remember my name because I am the one arresting you for robbery, attempted murder and kidnapping"
He began to quiver as the boy's face became hard as stone.
"My name is Renegade Cain. And I am every bit of my father's son"
The gun fired but all that came was a shot of air, strong enough to knock the grown man out. He collapsed backwards on the grass shock still evident on his face.
Renegade looked at the unconscious body and turn back to look at the road where a black Bentley was parked. The tall thin figure walked out and put a hat on the gleaming white skull which shone in the moonlight.
His father walked up to him and looked at the man on the ground.
"You're first run" his father noted.
"Yes" he answered.
Skulduggery patted his son on his head messing his black hair. Renegade winced pushing the bony hand away.
"You did well Nicky" he said.
Nicky blushed heavily and turned his back to his father.
"Yeah well fu- ...it was nothing..." he said and he turned around and smiled. Skulduggery put an arm on Nicky's shoulder and wondered who was the proudest between the two of them in this moment.
A/N: I wanted to try write a bit of action which I love but I haven't had much practice writing.
Renegade for Life.