I asked @ashanti_9 to write a backstory for Rayne and Ryle and this is the story she made for Rayne. I made the OC but she made the story. I repeat: this is not my work. The character is mine, but not the story. Please give @ashanti_9 credit and tell her that she did a good job! Also, if you want her to write stories for your OC's, then ask her! She wants to do it!
The snow fell heavily, almost has heavy as the boy's footsteps. He feet pounded the ground as he ran from something. Sharp, hot, breaths came from him and his body begged for a break. Begged for him to stop. But he knew he couldn't. The person would get him.
"Rayne! Stop! We promise we won't put you in conversion therapy! We won't be like the others!"
Rayne didn't listen. He knew the words they said were all lies. They were just like every other foster family. Disgusted of him because of his sexuality. His parents didn't want him, nobody wanted him. Of course they didn't, they didn't want someone that contained the devil!
"Rayne! Please!" The voice shouted into the cold air. "You can't leave us! They'll find you!"
Rayne turned and hid in the darkness of a sewer. The opening was covered in silky webs and Rayne pushed them aside. He listened for the person to run past. As soon as they did, he took a shaky breath. He sat down on the wet concrete. Anything was better than conversion therapy.
"Hello?" Another voice sounded from the end of the tunnel.
Rayne jumped. "Who are you?" He peered into the darkness.
"I'm Ryle." The voice replied. His body came into the light. He looked a little rough. His hair was a mess and his clothes ripped. Rayne knew that he looked like a rich person compared to this boy.
"I-I'm Rayne." Rayne clutched his notebook tightly against his chest.
"What is a boy like you doing here? Don't you have a palace or something?"
Rayne shook his head.
"No? Hmmm." Ryle studied the boy. "What are you doing down here?"
"R-running away." He replied nervously.
Rayne shook his head.
Ryle reached out. "Here, I have a good place that you can stay. If you'd like."
Rayne slowly reached out and took his hand. It was warm despite the fierce weather. Ryle interlaced his fingers with Rayne and showed him a path in the woods. The two walked side by side deeper and deeper into the woodland. The snow burned on Rayne's cheeks. A clearing came into view and Ryle squeezed his hand.
"It's not much but you can stay if you want."
Rayne nodded his head and let go, reluctantly, of Ryle's hand. The tent was warm and smelled like Ryle. Rayne breathed deeply. Finally, something that smelled like home.