(Prologue): "Peace" before the violence: part 4

3rd person POV:

It was Friday. Connor and Dianna had left the country to go on their honeymoon while their children went to school.

The two would be stuck with each other for two weeks.

Currently, the step-siblings were in class. Anna was actively paying attention whilst (Y/n) had his feet on the table waiting for this cruel waste of time to end.

It didn't take long for Anna to realize how frightening (Y/n) really was, for his effect on people didn't just stop at the students but even the teachers.

The teacher whispered every word and the rest of the class was as quiet as they could be. It felt like they were extremely careful with every sound they made, every breath they took, and every beat of their hearts.

The class acted as if one wrong move, and they would all be dead.

Anna had heard some of the stories about (Y/n) if they were even somewhat true, then she couldn't blame the class.

(Y/n): Tch...

With a simple click of his tongue out of annoyance, everyone's spines had a chill run up it.

What had they done to annoy him? Who was to blame? With only one suffer or would they all face his wrath?

Those were the thoughts running through their head.

(Y/n): Hey teach?

Miss Greaves, everyone's favorite teacher, almost had a panic attack at the delinquent's call to her.

(Y/n): Are those punks from our school?

He pointed out the window. Miss Greaves looked out the window to see four leather-wearing delinquents from a rival school.

Miss Greaves: N-no they are not.

(Y/n):(wicked grin) It's been a while since trash has found its way to my turf...

Slowly getting up, he leaves the classroom. With his leave, everyone in the class, except for Anna, knew what that meant.

The class erupted in a competition to spread this news throughout the school as fast as they could.

When (Y/n) arrived in the school's courtyard to face these punks, practically all the students in the school were watching from the windows like an audience from any sports event.

(Opening theme)



(Y/n): Who wants a broken back?

Punk 1: We don't want-

(Y/n): Let me stop you there. Do you know where you are?

Punk 2: Yeah...

(Y/n): Then the only thing you want is a broken back.

Punk 3: This has nothing to do with our school rivalry. Just business.

(Y/n): Business? Then you're in luck because I'm having a sale on back-breaking.

Punk 4: Listen, there's four of us.

(Y/n):... I can count.

Punk 4: Don't make us kick your ass.

(Y/n): I'd like to see that.

Punk 4: Fine.

The Punk walked towards (Y/n) while the others tried to stop him but failed.

The punk went for a roundhouse kick to (Y/n)'s face. He grabbed the punk leg, pulled him closer, and headbutted the punk to the ground while still holding onto his leg.

With his palm he then hits the punks knee snapping it in the other direction.

Punk 4: GHAAA!

Turning him onto his stomach, he stomped his foot on his back, creating a snapping noise upon impact. The punk screamed in pain as his friends tried fighting (Y/n).

One of the punks tried jumping towards him and axe kicking (Y/n). It didn't end well, for while he was in the middle of the kick, (Y/n) high kicked his crotch, making him plummet.

The remaining two punks simultaneously tried to punch him. Without much effort, he caught the two fist.

Pushing them back, he first goes for the punk on the right.

He punches the punk in the gut causing him to fall to his knees a puke. (Y/n) then slams the punk's face into their own punk, knocking them out.

The final punk then took out a pocket knife and charged towards (Y/n).

Seeing how shaky the punk was, he simply jumped to the left at the last second and tripped the punk. The punk shouted in pain as he fell directly onto his knife which now impaled his shoulder.

The fight was over, but (Y/n) wasn't done. He carried all the punks and slammed them into a large garbage container.

(Y/n) then proceeded to push the garbage container down a hill.

As the screams of those punks echoed through the streets, the students that watched the whole fight transpire became happy that it wasn't them who faced his fury.

The school day ended early, and the students were sent home.

With not much choice and to Marcus's delight, Anna walked home with (Y/n) and his faithful minion Marcus.

Marcus: Are you sure it was a good idea to push the punks down a hill into a busy street?

(Y/n): Not my problem if a car hits them.

Anna:(mind) How hasn't he gotten arrested yet?

(Y/n):.... I wonder what I should eat for dinner?

Anna: Oh!

Marcus: Something wrong?

Anna: N-nothing. It's just... My mom and stepdad told me that I should stop by the store to buy some food because we're out.

(Y/n): Good luck with that.

Anna: I don't know where the store is...

(Y/n):(groans)

(Y/n): I'll take you, but you're cooking.

Anna: That's not a problem. I actually enjoy cooking. I-

(Y/n): If I wanted your life story, I'd shoot myself because I've gone insane if I asked that.

Marcus: Don't worry about him, Anna. If you ever want to talk you can come to me.

Anna: T-thank you...

Marcus: It can be about anything. Life problems, what clothes look good on you, underw-

(Smack)

Marcus:(grunts)

(Y/n): Not in the mood to listen to your pervert talk.

Making there way to a store the duo were technically banned from, they watched Anna grab all her ingredients.

Marcus then noticed a newspaper with the title of "Biggest Mafia group makes our home their new base of operations". Whether it was true or false didn't matter, Marcus still crumbled the papers before (Y/n) could see it.

(Y/n): What are you doing?

Marcus: Uhh... She's hot.

(Y/n):?

(Y/n): Then she should buy a bottle of water.

Marcus: No, not that kind of hot!

Marcus: I meant, she's attractive.

(Y/n): She looks like everyone else to me.

Marcus: And what is that?

(Y/n):-

Marcus: Forget it, I don't want to know.

Marcus: Do you think I have a shot with her?

(Y/n): No.

Marcus: Oh come on! I totally have a shot.

(Y/n):... No. Why do you even think you have a shot?

Marcus: Every other girl runs away because they know I'm friends with you.

(Y/n): I thought it's because you're a pervert.

Marcus: No, it's definitely you.

Marcus: By default, I have the best shot with her!

(Y/n): Marcus...

Marcus: Yes?

He puts Marcus into an arm lock.

(Y/n): I don't fucking care!

Marcus:(choking) Let go! Let go!

(Y/n) flings Marcus accidentally into the store manager, which sends her flying across the aisle.

Marcus:!?

Marcus: Oh fuck!

Marcus: Now I lost my shot with the manager!

(Y/n):(chuckles)

(Y/n): That was fun, let's do it again!

Marcus: Nononononono!

After some roughhousing, Marcus went home, whilst the step-siblings went to their home.

Anna began cooking as (Y/n) watched TV.

When the food was finally done, a lovely aroma filled the air. Anna had made meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Trying the food, (Y/n) was pleasantly surprised by the quality.

(Y/n): This is the best home-cooked meal I have had in years...

Anna: Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

(Y/n): You know what? You and I might just get along.

Anna: Really?

(Y/n): No promises.

Anna: O... Okay...

The two enjoyed a meal while watching tv until (Y/n) ate all the food.

Separating to their rooms, the two called it a night, but unlike them, there were still people scheming through the night.

In the local hospital, four punks laid in their hospital bed frightened half to death.

Punk 1: T-that what happened!

The four stared at a blue-haired woman. wearing green cargo shorts and a military style mini jacket along with military boots, this well toned woman was quickly annoyed by these punks.

Woman: Hmph!

Woman: Useless... How did one boy do this to you four?

Punk 1: He isn't a boy. He's the Hellspawn!

Woman: Hellspawn?

Punk: Jason Mcknight... Rumor has it, his name is actually (Y/n), a demon from hell who was so dangerous he was kicked out of hell by the Devil.

Woman: What other garbage!

Woman:(mind) But it is interesting how people create such rumors about a high schooler.

A man in a suit then whispered to the woman.

Man:(whispers) Ma'am, this Jason Mcknight is the stepbrother of the target.

Woman: Then it looks like we have to be more direct in that case. Make sure they don't talk.

Man:(nods)

Punks:!