Elijah had awoken to the sound of his television. He didn't remember turning it on nor did he ever listen to the news. Immediately he knew he wasn't alone. There was a shuffling sound coming from downstairs. He crept down the stairs with the upmost caution trying his best to be silent. When he reached the last step the shuffling stopped. He peeked around the corner only to find a tall man in a black hoodie and black jeans. Elijah knew that he knew he was there but stayed quiet anyway.
"Not going to say hi?" the man questioned. A chill ran down Elijah's spine. He didn't want to answer him so he slowly made his way to the phone. Just as he turned around to look at it there he was, the man in black. Elijah jumped back in surprise and landed with his bum on the floor. He spun his head around to see if there was one of them still in the kitchen. There was none in the second that Elijah had turned the man had gotten in front of him. He was scanning Elijah head to toe like he was looking for something. Elijah couldn't see his eyes only his mouth and nose and the one mole that he had on his cheek. Elijah calmed himself down to some degree and tried to talk.
"W-W-Who are you?" his voice was so obviously trembling and quiet to not notice it you would have to be either tone deaf or just plain stupid. The man didn't answer instead he looked at his chest then cracked a smile. It wasn't the kind that warmed someones heart it was the kind that made you wonder why he wasn't in a jail cell. The man put his hand behind his back and gripped his hand around an object. He didn't pull it out but he just stood there crouched down and spoke directly to Elijah's chest ignoring his face.
"So Mitch is this where you have been hiding? I want to play with you again" the man was obviously psychotic but Elijah didn't want to point out the obvious and most likely get a knife to his face. The boy appeared again just standing next to the man looking down at him. His eyes weren't showing any sign of emotion. He looked like a completely different person from before. He stood there looking at him, then he started walking towards Elijah. Out of caution Elijah pushed himself back against the wall trying to show that he didn't want him near Elijah but the boy ignored the sign and kept a slow pace towards him.
The boy was standing only a rulers length away then stabbed Elijah straight through his heart. Elijah let out a cry of pain and could see that the man in front of him was amused. His skin started to cover with what seemed like a tattoo the same kind as his scar on his chest. It was spreading like a disease till Elijah's vision turned grey and he couldn't control his own body. Then he heard his own voice.
"Did you really follow me this far Jack?" It was Elijah's body that spoke but not Elijah himself. He didn't need Sherlock to figure out what had happened. The boy was using his body to communicate. The man's smile instantly became larger. It stretched from one ear to the other.
"What happened to you Mitch? You never age, you're immortal so why are you in this body? and most importantly can we finish our fight?"
"Fight? What fight all I saw was a one sided massacre. and as It just so happens my vessel was killed by the person who I am currently borrowing, I don't want to fight here as this is the shelter that I am using but you see I will be late to this 'school' if we fight now so it will have to wait"
"Oh but you see Mitch I have orders to bring you with me to the organization, you see this body did something to attract attention yesterday and now we need to dish out the punishment"
"Punishment? I see but I still don't want to go" Elijah or rather the boy reached out and touched Jack. Jack's skin started to turn black and the whole time Jack was screaming in agony until it covered his whole body and turned to dust. Where the man was crouching before there was now a large pile of dust. Elijah's vision went back to normal and the boy was standing in front of him.
"They know where you live now so you are going to have to move or be prepared for a fight." The boy looked at Elijah again but this time straight into his eyes.
"I suggest moving as you are weak and not made for fighting, of course do it after you finish at school because knowledge is power"
"What are you? my parent?" The boy let out a little giggle before fading away.
After his display of power Elijah didn't really want to disobey him and he could tell that he wasn't the same boy as the one crying last night. Just as he thought that he remembered all that had happened last night. He was fuelled with anger, he didn't want to go to school as he knew he might just punch Emily the moment he saw her but then again getting suspended is way better than being turned into dust so he got himself ready to go to school then headed out the house.
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