User:Lovepercy4ever

HBK's story

'Heart Burn Killer'

he was diagnosed with a killer disease when he was three years old. his mother was slowly slipping as his father had only died the day before, and now... her child, her only child. she had sobbed and cried for days on end as each day the boy inched closer to death. desperate to save her baby she left her home, the old home made of wood and nails, it looked dangerous and as if it where about to fall to the ground. The woman let out a small whimper as she ran towards 'his' home. the man... the man himself, he could do it- he could save him.. she held the dying child tightly, brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes. his skin, before a dark tan was slightly paler. Hesitantly she walked towards the grey building pushing the door open with her shoulder, the steel door opening reluctantly with a shriek. she ran down the halls to the last door and seeing the door open she fell to her knees "please." A man stood in the dark room and he kneeled down next to her "my love..." he whispered. he looked at the child sadly, his face hidden by his blank mask. "I can save him.... but he will... have some- problems." he said softly holding his arms out to the woman. she had no more tears to cry and so nodded softly gently placing the child in his arms. he wiped the child's mouth softly with his thumb barely touching the skin, slowly the child's skin paled to a snowy color. the child began to cry with no sound emitting from his lips. he passed his hand over the child's eyes which now had dark circles underneath. he then pressed his thumb over his heart, the beat stopped... only for a minute, but still- the child should have died, and he did not. The boy began to cry again, but his tears where a pure black and they stung terribly making him scream out in pain. the tears stopped before his nose and sunk into his skin... it looked like running mascara, but it was not, and this- this was permanent. he held the child back out to it's mother "This boy, he will find his name when he is old enough, until then, he is to have no name. This boy is special, yet he should NEVER, be allowed near any sort of weapon, even something as simple as a kitchen knife. do you understand?" he whispered softly. she nodded carefully and took the child back into her arms. in eleven years past, the man had never returned, the boy had never been outside or had communicated with anyone outside his home. he was deprived of food for they had little to no money to spend on food. his cloths consisted of multiple black jeans and sweatshirts, he had three hoodies each with a heart stitched over where his own should be. he had done this himself, although he was mute he had always told himself that since his own heart would falter, leading him to excruciating pain in the chest,he would have this fixed up one to help, it had a small x in the middle, and this was for his father, whom he had never known. he had never been loved by his mother, who had slipped into insanity for the voices had finally broken her, they insisted that her 'special child' was the cause of all her problems. one day something caught his eye. a kitchen knife, lying foolishly on the table. he took it carefully into his hands. suddenly he felt something inside fade, was it his sanity? he didn't know... all he knew was that the blade was beautiful, and its ice cold feel needed warmth. he heard the familiar shuffle of his mother entering the kitchen and she laughed softly tilting her head "my special boy..." she hissed at him and he finally snapped. he tackled her to the floor wanting to end all her taunts and how she had always ignored and restricted him. he carefully sunk the blade just under her collar bone and cut carefully around her heart covering her mouth roughly with the other hand to stop the screams. he ripped out her heart and held it in his hands carefully as he listened to its last steady beats, it's rhythm was perfect, unlike his own. and his eyes went from the beautiful blue to a inky black. as he whispered "My name is HBK and i will, be loved." he had finally found his voice... it was strangely soft and sweet.. but you don't have to be loud to be insane.

Fourteen, thats how old he was when he had made his first kill, it was also the first time he had been outside. for some strange reason the blood of his mother had faded off of the grey hoodie and his pale skin, but it had stained his shoes and pants. it was already ten when he had opened the door. feeling the cold breeze on his face he took in a deep breath looking back nervously. he let out a shaky breath and stepped outside. immediately was laughing maniacally his arms spread out his head thrown back, it was the small soft laugh that matched his voice. after rejoicing in the fact that he had been set free from his hell he had closed the door behind him smiling a cheshire cat like smile. he set off running wanting to give the blade more- 'warmth' he didn't know why but he suddenly felt powerful, invincible. he passed by an alley and froze hearing the soft cries of a boy. he walked over to him his blood stained knife gleaming proudly in the moon light. the boy screamed "L- leave me alone!" HBK frowned slightly and walked up to the boy "stop talking." he said softly with a serious expression. the boy became silent. "what are you crying for?" he asked wiping the tears of the boy away gently with his knife. "i- i... can't do this anymore!" he squeaked "then... would you like me to help you end the pain?" he whispered, a sick smile curling onto his pale lips. the boy nodded "wonderful.."he whispered. HBK backed up slowly and held the tip of the blade loosely as if he where about to drop it in front of him. he then swung the blade with one quick motion and it had impaled the young boy directly above the heart. he grinned and walked over to the limp figure carefully carving out the shape of a heart. he put the knife down gently and embedded his finger tips into the deep gashes he had made that traced the heart. he ripped out the 'unneeded' flesh and tossed it aside then putting his hands on the ribs and slowly ripping out each one until they where all gone. he placed his hands on the still beating heart of the boy and held it close to his lips "you're not suffering anymore.." he whispered. Hbk waited for the beating to stop until he put it back into the corpse and took hold of his knife. he tucked it into his pocket smiling as the blood on his hoodie faded. He is only fourteen years old......

Seventeen. that is when he had found Alice. they started out on the wrong foot thinking that they would harm each other, eventually they learned they where very similar in many ways. he took her in as an older sister and will do anything to protect her. even if it means severe punishment

he has been on the loose ever since he was fourteen, when he had made his first kill. HBK never allowed himself outside in the day afraid of what he would encounter. he named the people who staid out during the day, he named them 'the children of day.' he is now seventeen years old. Now that you know of him he knows of you.