The Killswitch; Return of the True Heir

The eyes don't lie

In a study, a boy with a strange, well distinct hair colour, with red rimmed eyes sat on a chair a little bit too tall for him, eyes trained on the door.

Terror and something else gripped his piercing green eyes and he looked like he could barely breath. His little hands gripped the khaki shorts he had on. The boy flinched when the door to the study opened gripping his shorts tighter.

A gorgeous woman in a white dress walked up to him her heels clicking with a smile plastered on her face, never taking her eyes off him.

" My boyy..." she drawled, stopping close to him as she lowered her face to meet the little boy.

"Oh my boy you must wonder what it is I have in store for you today. " Her manicured sharp fingers trailing down his cheeks.

He trembled beneath her touch. She squeezed his jaws hard, the smile leaving her face. "How many times have I told you not to step outside this house, hmm?"

Tears spilled out of his eyes, " mother I'm sor-"

" Don't call me mother," she cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

She let go off him and stood up straight.

She opened her arms wide, "come on son, come to mama, come my boy, " she beckoned on him. The little boy came down from the chair and took a step forward hesitantly and ran to her, then she scooped him into her arms.

He was now crying ceasedly his entire body rocking with him. " Haven't I told you not to cry, don't be a weak boy, you look so beautiful Cassiel. " He looked absolutely ridiculous and pitiful, he had a snort running down his face and he looked terror stricken. She stared at him with same piercing green eyes.

" If only I could gouge out your eyes then you would look even better." Her smile twisted into something sinister.

"Let's begin your punishment shall we?" His eyes flew open with alarm.

" Please no moth- lady Fran, please...hek...hek... don't put me in the box, hek...hek.... I promise I'll believe ." He wriggled against her, she held him tightly and opened a big box that strangely looked like a wardrobe, she threw him inside and looked at the door. Immediately he touched the wood of the box and his entire body froze.

" I'll bring you out when you behave son," she smiled down at him, she looked nothing like the white pure gown she had on. She was the devil.

" Bye for...now..." Her voice fading into the distance and soon the door clicked short and there was silence.

The boy in the box had his hands on his chest muttering something and his body trembled.

10 years later

An oddly pale sickly boy stared at the restroom mirror, his piercing green eyes staring right back at him, his hand trembling but he folded them. He was clad in a white shirt with a red tie.

From the corner of his eyes he saw a group of boys entering the restroom. They slowly approached him.

" Hey!" One of them said,

"It's the boy with frog eyes," that earned a laugh from the rest of them. They closed in on him and one of them grabbed him by the hair yanking him backward.

" Agh." A cry tore from his lips. He stumbled backwards and they surrounded him. They were four in number, the school bullies, Vaun, Blake, Fred and Rick.

Blake pushed him to the floor and landed a foot on his stomach.

"Ugh," He coiled immediately putting his hand on his stomach and Fred dragged him by the hair to one of the toilets and dunked his head into the toilet over and over again. The rest of the boys laughed.

" You lowlife, a cheap replacement for a lost son."

He dunked his head in the toilet again.

"Just die would ya?" Another dunk. By the time they were done his face was so red and he coiled up on the toilet floor. His hands pressed against his chest muttering something.