Leonardo "Leo" Black D11 (Finished)

Fear. A feeling almost everyone gets on a daily basis. Fear haunts the world during every moment and in every way possible. In District 11, fear isn't some idea that explains why people feel their fight or flight response to happen, but is rather a boy in the District. The fear had very distinct features that most people could see in a crowd full of many different people. Fear's hair was a blonde color, that was styled messily upwards. The eyes that held a cold, hard, threatening stare with everyone was a blue green color. The plush pink lips that sit on fear's face are one of the more pleasant of his features, except when he uses it to sharpen the dagger known as words. The sharp jawline shaping the face of fear into a stronger and more intimidating figure.

The rather large hands wrapped neatly around a dagger that seemed to soothe fear at all times. The slender, but toned body that complied to the will of himself. The tall and intimidating boy held the dagger in his hand as his other hand reached up to one of the fearful. An eerie smirk formed on the plush lips that held many secrets of it's own. The clothes that clung to his body showing his intimidating toned figure. The t-shirt was a dark green just like the orchards during the darkness of the night. His jeans a dark blue like night sky in District Eleven. His rather plump lips pull upwards into a smirk, but not just any smirk, a knowing one.

A victim has approached the fear that will take them. Fear's haunting smirk just sits on his face as his unknowing victim passes by his hidden spot. Fear's feet slowly allows himself to follow his prey. The prey has no clue what was going on. The chill of the air pricking at fear's skin. The prey taking a few turns here and there that the predator ca easily copy. His prey finally reaches upon a alleyway. One moment everything is silent and there is nothing but the sounds of a pair of footsteps. The next moment Fear pounces on his prey. The other guy seemed to try and fight the fear off of him, but Fear knew the guy was too weak. A weak minded, obedient guy who worked for who ever made him. A warmth spread through as fear spoke, "You're gonna have a bad time."

A smirk forms on his already dark and cold face. His icy feeling giving a numbness to his face as his arms wrap around the guy's throat and begins to choke him. The prey begins to slack more and more. The body begins to relax and his prey is now unconscious. This was Fear's moment to search the guy. A few bills in the wallet and a nice watch were about as much as he could find. His prey was useless to him. The object in his pocket jumbling around a bit. A hand went inside and pulled out the dagger that had been soothing Fear's own body. The blade shining in the moonlight, his own cold, dark eyes staring back at him. Now it was time for his real fun. "Now let's have some fun." The dagger that calmed his whole body went back to his jacket's pocket.

The moon's glow was the only thing that gave any sort of light and was just how fear liked it. Darkness with enough light to be able to pounce on the prey of the night. The guy that he had knocked unconscious was still unconscious and was dragged by Fear himself to the orchards where Fear tied him up on a tree for people to find him tomorrow. The ground in front of him was hard and seemed to last forever. Fear's house was in the distance. They had no neighbors, no friends, nothing. It was just him and his father who lived in the rather tiny and lonesome home. A great hiding place in the district was what their home was. That's where the monster known as fear was located. It was the place fear grew up.

"Father. You're son is home." The words fell off his sharp tongue that would stab into his father's chest and twist it with pain. His skittish father seemed to crawl out of the room he was in and come before his frightening son. "L-Leo, I prepared dinner. I-It's ready now." Leo watched as his father cowered to him slightly as Leo moved past his father. A smirk as he passes fills his entire face. A thought crosses his mind, You're weak and I'm strong. Our lives may intertwine, but I am a thorny branch and you're just a piece of twine. Leo's movement was quiet and still as he moved to the dinner and silently ate. His father silently sat on the other side of the table.

His pathetic father spoke again to him, "Y-You k-know w-what I wonder? I wonder where my little boy who was so nice to everyone went." Leo scoffed at his father's constant pushing to what made Leo the fear of the district. The man who once a person saw the real Leo, they'd freak out and call him a monster. A villain. A mutt. A demon. Leo held a small smile and a creepy glint flashed across his eyes. His father went wide eyed as Leo had pretty much jumped the table and held his father to the chair he was in. His dagger just inches from his father's throat. Just a little push would make Leo kill his own father. Leo's voice made the air thick and tense, "That boy has been gone for a long time. He's dead. Accept it, father. You're little boy doesn't live here anymore. It's just me, your worst nightmare, the villain of the story. You're son died with your wife."

A small voice in the back of his head raising it's voice slightly, "I'm not dead, just locked away by you." Leo shoved the voice back into it's quiet spot in his head. A slice is all he needed. His father went to move and Leo quickly slashed at his father and barely hit his hand. Leo's father curled up into a ball on the floor holding his hand. Leo glared at his pathetic father and simply let his father lay on the floor. His feet made him move upstairs into his room. The dull room was empty and still the plain color of a white wall. Leo climbs into bed and the little voice comes back, "Let me out. I want out. Why? Why are you keeping me here?" Leo let his face scrunch up in disgust. Leo's voice comes out like an acid spray to the air, "Because. We need to do this to be strong. I need you to be gone to be strong and provide for myself. Before I was weak. Too weak. I was too weak and let mother die. I have to look you away so we can protect everyone we love. And father needed to be put in his place. I'm the villain and that's how I like it now."

The voice disappeared like it always did after awhile. Leo wasn't always the fear that loomed over District Eleven. There was once a time when he actually was a nice guy. A weak smiling fool was what he used to be. A boy who didn't know what suffering was. A boy who had everything he could wish for. A family, friends, a home, and a great district of people who worked well together. Life used to be bright and fun and full of happiness, but that all changed.

A boy is playing with a few friends that are different genders. A ball of some sort being tossed between the three of them. They were playing a form of catch the ball and toss it at someone else. The sun shining on the trio like a bright and fun day. The fear was only hidden during this time. Leo was a happy and curious boy who enjoyed playing around the district. His father and mother were both so proud of everything he did. They were as supportive as any parents could be. His grades weren't the best, but his mother always told him she was proud either way. The lovable parents were always around him and were so proud of their son.

Little Leo was running around the district heading home. The sky was an abnormal grey color that made Little Leo's stomach knot. Little Leo was racing home, the wind was flying past him. The rain was heavy and seemed to fill the orchards with water. A day of darkness was approaching and deep down little Leo could tell something was going to happen. Little Leo rushes inside his house. The light seemed to be dimmed to almost a blinding darkness. He was only twelve and had no clue where a light would be, so little Leo stumbled through the dark.

A creepy voice was the only thing that caught little Leo by surprise, "I'm sorry ma'am. I need the money badly." Little Leo's heart pounded in his chest. His father wasn't home, the man was probably still at work. Leo was the only one besides his mother who was home. His mother had gotten ill with a flu of some sort and had been laying in bed for a week already. A stranger male was standing in his mother's room. A knife in the guy's hand and his other hand holding down Leo's mother to keep her in the bed. Little Leo wanted to charge into the room, but his feet wouldn't move. His eyes widened in fear of the guy standing there.

Leo's mother spoke calmly, "All the money we own is in a drawer by the stove." His mother's eyes focused onto Leo and Leo ran to the drawer in the kitchen. His hands quickly grabbing for the money and stuffing it into his pockets. A shuffling could be heard in his mother's room and a scream that came after the shuffling, "Run Leo!" A blood curling scream came after that. The bigger man appeared in the room. Leo's mind was racing. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Little Leo stood there shakily and the man's voice came out slowly and menacingly, "You're gonna have a bad time."

His father came home right at that moment. A fist flew into Leo's face and Leo took it with all his might. His face throbbed with pain and the floor felt so comfortable. His vision was beginning to blur, but his father fought the guy off. Leo could relax as the man was gone. His eyes felt droopy and he was passed out.

Leo woke up in the bed, his father looking like he was about to break down crying. His voice was coarse and weak falling from his plump lips, "D-Dad?" His father choked a sob, his eyes followed Leo's body up to his eyes. His face turned into one of happiness. Leo looked confused at his father. His father spoke calmly, "Y-You've been out for a week or so buddy." Leo paled at the thought of not being awake for a week or so. The last thing he remembered was the monster who told him that he was going to have a bad time and a fist colliding with his face. Leo looked expectedly at his father as if he was asking a question. "Y-Yes... Mom was killed in the incident... The man wasn't found..."

That's when Leo's mission started. His goal was to find the man who killed his mother. His friends slowly started to exclude him in things. Leo slowly became a rather evil boy who was too much hell bent on enacting revenge on his mother's killer. Soon Leo made his father fearful of his presence. His life slowly was spiraling downwards, until he found himself enjoying causing pain to others and began to steal from them after all. The one golden rule he had though was to incapacitate and not to kill anyone. Steal whatever they have and leave them for someone to find. His stealth was very high and he was a sneaky boy who eventually grew stronger and stronger from hard labor and fights. Leo was officially fear around the age of sixteen when he found his first victim. Leo's response is to repeat the words of the killer who killed his mom before he knocked his victim unconscious to see if it put the guilty in their face. Whoever was guilty had to be his mother's killer.

Leo locked up his kindness into the deepest and darkest spots of his head to keep himself strong. Kindness and love were a weakness to everyone and Leo knew this first hand. Leo locked up his original self and wouldn't let it out. The darkness of the night was keeping him calm. The dagger in his hand calming his already beating heart. The evil smirk falling onto his face. The villain in this story was him and he was going to be a murderer by the end, one way or another. And honestly, he didn't care. He'd rather be a murderer for vengeance rather a murderer for fun.

The next victim appearing before him, walking swiftly past all the buildings. Leo following with a smirk on his plump lips. His hair falling forward onto his forehead. His eyes the cold dead stare that they have had since he was twelve. His feet quick as he follows the male into an alley. The prey quickly turns around to watch Leo in awe. Leo's evil and crazy voice fills the air with an eeriness that stabs people to the core. "Wanna have a bad time?" An evil smirk is all that anyone can see. An evil smirk and the words haunt the air as fear begins his work night after night.