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Benjamin Porter was not a person whom people would forget easily, nor was he a person of whom they would gawk at. He was on the shorter side, this was nothing new, he had always been slightly 'height disadvantaged' for his age. At best his body shape was lithe, though in his padded winter jacket you would never be able to tell. Piercing blue eyes stuck to the road ahead to map the cobblestones visible from the thin light he was afforded. Yes if there was any word to describe young Ben it would be beige, not yet the splendid color of gold but still not low enough to be as plain as the brown earth.
Shivering he stopped to grip his paraffin lamp tighter, he could no longer feel the metal handle with his numb fingers. A little dog took this as his chance to catch up with the boy, wiggling his small paws through the slush in excitement. Ben sighed giving a huff as he realized the dog was still at his heels. Quickly he set down his lantern and slid a hand under the mutt. Using the flap of his jacket he wiped it's paws of frost as it tried earnestly, as only a puppy could, to lick every patch of skin not hidden from the cold. He sighed chastising the dog, "Bishop, you little ankle-biter, you're far more trouble than your worth." Bishop barked as if in recognition far too happy just to be acknowledged.
Carefully he tucked the puppy into his coat giving special consideration to leave space for his head to poke out. Patting the dog he gathered his lamp justifying his decision with the statement, "You know, this is only till we get there. Then you're on your own, understood?" This time the dog did not respond, he took this for more than an adequate response.
With a little more conviction he took up his lamp and continued down the path with a small smile.

Johnny and his slightly drunken mates all lingered about in the snow, headed to the tavern, to keep warm, and to have more drinks. More often than not they would cause trouble in there, but the owner didn't seem to mind, as long as it was carried outside afterwards - meaning the bodies-. You must have been mistaken if you really thought Johnny's gang was just a gang, since this gang was killer, they were cold murderers, they took no pity. Johnny was the head of the group, and he always took pride in killing, as if he ain't a coward to do so, but that others are, he didn't understand the fact that it was more because you don't kill people, and not because you're a coward.
Johnny had never really felt loved, and had never experienced friendship, his parents abused him, and the only people he was close to in the slightest were his gang, but even they weren't his friends. No, Johnny didn't have friends because he was a geek or someone who didn't fit in, he was just cold, blunt, and pure evil. Johnny wanted to be normal, but with his evil inside him.. anything could go wrong. He could kill a member of his gang and he wouldn't care, he trusted no one, had no friends, and this is what it got him into, a serial killing gang.
As they approached the slight trail that was almost covered by the snow, they spotted one of their favourite victims, Benjamin. "Hey there Potter.." he sneered, he always liked to tease Benjamin for his last name, changing it to Potter, for Harry Potter. "Are you going to make that spell I requested from you?" Johnny asks with a smirk, and hearing the sounds of snickering from behind him, he gains more confidence and steps right up the boy, taking the neck of his jumper, slightly pulling. As he did so, something slipped from Benjamin's hands, the dog. It trotted away with a whine, and he chuckled. A dog would die out in the cold, and it didn't look like the dog was following Benjamin at the moment.

// So sorry I hadn't replied, I hope this is alright. \\