"make a liar outta me" Isaac foster x reader

•Run like his life depends on it•

Zack  (flashback)

Rain pelted a young, bandaged boy as he rhythmically dug into the wet earth with a small shovel. He was making a new grave for yet another deceased child at the orphanage, the corpse of which currently rested in a trash bag at his side.

Shuck

Shuck

Shuck

Tunk

The shovel hit something hard suddenly. The boy's brown and golden eyes met with the empty sockets of another child's remains.

He then glanced inside the window, where the owners we chatting leisurely in the warmth of the house. The man had a glass of whiskey, as always. Both of them had smiles on their faces.

But why? It isn't fair.

The boy shuddered in disgust, hurling his shovel into the occupied grave. He trudged into the house. Muddy footprints trailed behind him. The living room was now empty, but the TV was still on. It was playing the horror movie that man always liked to watch. The little boy viewed the screen intently. The scene unfolded.

A couple was in the woods near their cabin making out against a tree. A figure holding a knife slowly approached them from behind. The woman noticed the approaching killer from under her partner, but it was too late. The figure brought his knife down. Blood dramatically spewed everywhere to the sound of the woman screaming.

Seeing this caused a revelation for young Isaac.

Zack: "Oh, I get it."

And it was the beginning

Zack: " Yeah, I know how to fix my problem..."

Of something even worse than before

...

He walked at a normal pace, taking his time. He stepped into the kitchen, and pulled the largest knife out from the knife block. He continued on his way without a moment of hesitation. He opened the bedroom door silently. There they were, sleeping peacefully. As if they deserved that peace. As if they had done no wrong.

The boy raised the knife above his head.

                    They deserved to die.