Wednesday, 26 September 2012
09:33:35 PM (GMT)
A tatty looking sixteen year old kicked at the ground as he walked. What was it
It had been several years since... the Incident. The only thing he wouldn't talk
about to anyone, not even Edward, or Darren. He had no one, and admittedly, puberty
His voice kept jumping octaves, and although he knew they were joking, his friends'
constant banter about him sounding like he was about to cry did bother him, although
he'd never admit it.
He'd just started his A levels too, which didn't help with stress. His teachers were
always rambling on about how he could get decent grades, get a decent job, and live a
decent life, but that wasn't what he wanted.
He wanted to fight.
He was walready the unofficial protector of 1st years in their ongoing battle with
5th years, and his mind was made up. After the Incident, he wanted to protect
people. He wanted to stop unecessary deaths, and the bastards who went around
He wouldn't get himself started on that.
He let out a frustrated snarl, lashing out at a green wheelie bin, but jumping back
as it fell over, revealing a little boy.
Well, little in size, certainly. And he thought it was a boy...
Either way, the child was crying, and Flynt's expression immediately softened.
"Hey, are you alright?"
The black haired child looked cautiously up at Flynt with large, brown eyes that only
appeared bigger with the tears. Flynt smiled a little at him, crouching down.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." His voice split, and he cleared his throat, embarassed,
"What's up? Where're your parents?"
This, however, only suceeded in bringing a fresh wave of tears, and Flynt held out a
hand to stop him, "No, no... don't cry... I'll help you, okay?"
The child peered up at him through damp fingers, sniffling quietly.
"Do you want to go home- What's your name?"
"R-Robyn... N-no... I don't..."
Flynt smiled in satisfaction, "My name's Flynt."
"So... why don't you want to go home?"
"My..." Robyn started sniffling again, "M-mama... and... P-p-papa..."
"Shh, shhhh..." Flynt murmured, putting a hand on his shoulder, "It's alright, I'm
here. Do you want a hot chocolate? I know I probably shouldn't offer for you to come
home with me, but I won't hurt you. I promise." Flynt rubbed at Robyn's shoulder in
what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
"With... with marshmallows?" A small voice came from behind the hands.
"Uh-huh. And whipped cream! Edward makes great hot chocolates."
Robyn considered this for a moment, before nodding, wiping his face dry on his
Flynt smiled, "C'mon, then." He stood up, holding out both his arms, which Robyn
looked at quizzically. "I'll carry you. You look tired, and it's kinda far..."
Robyn made no movement, still frowning in puzzlement.
"You can trust me, Robyn. I won't drop you, or hurt you. I promise. We can be
friends." Flynt smiled as the boy stepped forwards a little, holding his arms up as
he had seen the other children at school doing. "There we go..." The teenager
smiled, hoisting Robyn up and settling him in a relatively comfortable position,
hugging him so he wouldn't fall. "We'll have hot chocolate with sprinkles and
whipped cream and marshmallows..."
Robyn sniffed in consent, resting his head on Flynt's shoulder, for the first time in
too long, feeling safe.