Street Kids

Seeing May's smile, Sheena's smile becomes more genuine and easy to see in her relief, and she looks down again, beginning to toss the ball from hand to hand. Looking back up at her, she says, "Yeah, I kinda do that too. But I sort of have a routine too. Of stuff to do, places to go. Ways to get money, or food, or whatever...I break in places, sometimes.Or figure out a way to blend in with groups."
 
Kira looked out and then sat in the window. She was careful not to cut herself and then watched the outside. She looked up at the hole in the wall and noticed from this angle you could see it. She looked at Jason and then sighed knowing she couldn't fit it. She tried to ignore it and looked back outside.
 
At the smile from Legs, he returned one, though it was partially hidden by the hood over his head. He wasn't sure exactly why she smiled, his answer had simply been the logical one, though it seemed to have made her feel better none the less. The mention of what they were to do threw him off a bit. He hadn't thought that far ahead or planned anything. Before he could think of much, the obvious sprang to the front of his mind. The man from before, the Demonic one, was still out there somewhere.


"I had not thought much on it until now, but perhaps I will go and try to find out some more information on the location of that man from last night. Before that, however, I was planning on looking for another place of shelter. Something with electricity and plumbing, perhaps, if such a thing could be aquired. As useful as this place seems to be for a shelter, it cannot be safe, especially since last evenings attack." He paused his rambling to think, folding and unfolding the wrapper in his hands. It almost seemed as if he was looking out for the well being of the others, not only himself. But, that would be quite unlike him, of course. As this thought crossed his mind, his smile wavered a little. "Hmm. To be honest, I am not entirely sure what is to be done today," he admitted, walking back and forth to collect his thoughts.
 
It appears from his response that Hood is considering staying with them- if Kira and Jason plan to stay with them too, for that matter, which Sheena is unsure of. She regards him, voicing this with some surprise. "You're wanting to stay around...us, I mean?"


"Why" is her unspoken question, for more than one reason...why does Hood seem like he possibly cares? Not only about their safety, but even about her feelings, from the way he tried to reassure her embarrassment?


"I've hidden in the mall before and stayed overnight, but they'd find all of us there," she shrugged again. "Too many to do that...if we were actually gonna stick together, that is." She glances back at Jason and Kira, questioning, before looking back towards Hood and May. "Um...shelters are out. There's no way in hell I'd ever stay at one of those, they steal, they try shit on you in your sleep and on PURPOSE, they send the cops after you if they think you're underage, or social workers...I haven't found anything that worked for me for more than a night or two yet, so don't look at me for answers."
 
Kira heard hood plan on trying to find more information on the man after her. She walked over an looked at hood. "I don't think you'll find anything." she said her hands tightening. "He's not the type to leave to much Lyon around about himself." she said sighing deeply. "I've tried believe me." she said looking down.
 
May begins to think as Hood mentions a place with electricity and plumbing, she shrugs, speaking rather lightly, "I know of a place..." She doesn't really know the words are out of her lips until she has said them. Her eyes widen then she quickly makes them go back to normal, "It involves killing a man though." If one could call him that. She shrugs, "I've actually wanted to do this for a while" She looks up at them, "But I don't think I ever had the guts to." She sweeps her eyes over them all, "You guys want to check it out?" She knows that if they say no, she doesn't think she will either.
 
Though May has shared no details whatsoever of the specifics of her words, Sheena looks at her sharply, searching her eyes. Without May ever having actually indicated this to her at all, she has a feeling that this man would be the same man who had raped her....and a suspicion that she cannot back up with any real evidence, but harbors all the same, that the man could be her own father, that the house could be May's own house.


Sheena does not want to kill, never again, not unless forced, and even then...but if this man had hurt May...if this man was her father...


Sheena wavers, thinking of her own father, of his drunken slurs and swears at her, at his ready fist, at the look in his eyes as he stood on the stand in juvenile court and lied about her, sealing her sentence, sealing what had happened to her inside, the path she was now on as a result. She thought of the look in his face, the satisfaction, even pleasure, as he told her that he had murdered her mother, of the way he called her Mar-grit in that hateful tone...and thinking of her father makes her consider the possibility of May's in a new light.


If May's father was the one who had hurt her, the one keeping her now from having a decent life...then Sheena could consider it.


"Who is it?" she asked quietly, barely daring to keep looking at her.
 
May watches Sheena as she thinks, and as she asks who the man is. The horrible monster of a man. May looks away, frowning, does she really want to do this? She knew the answer already. She needed to not only kill the bas**rd who destroyed her, but she needed to face the place in which it had happened. Many would think that she wouldn't be able to return to that place and LIVE in it, but she could, she would. She wanted to create new memories in that hell-hole, she wanted to have something good to remember about it. And she would not let herself be scared off of the place where she once lived because of the things that happened in it. He had no right to make her hate that place, he already controlled too much of her life, eradicating him and the memories in that place would give her some control.


She looked up at Sheena, speaking in a rather soft tone, "My step-dad."
 
As May speaks, Sheena's train of thought pretty much confirmed in her words, Sheena looks back at her seriously, struggling against her own memories and fears. Finally she takes a step towards her and slowly reaches to take May's hand in hers, squeezing lightly as she stands beside her. She doesn't speak, but then she doesn't think it's necessary. This is the best way she can think of to show her support.
 
May is stuck in her thoughts until she feels a soft hand wrapping around her own, she looks up with surprised eyes to see Sheena trying to comfort her, she frowns. She doesn't need any comfort...does she? She mutters, "Thanks" Before pulling from her grip and looking to Hood, "Do you feel like killing someone Hood?"
 
Looking over to Hood, Sheena too waits for his answer with some apprehension...she still doesn't think that she wants to kill again, ever...but if most of it's not on her...
 
Hood stopped, turning toward Legs as she addressed him. "Hmm. I suppose I had not thought of that. If I am welcome, I would be glad to stay for the time being. You are all very interesting and I have not had enough time to learn what I can, as strange as that sounds," he commented, then continued to listen to the girl's explanation of staying at a mall. "Staying in a mall or any such place can be dangerous in groups, I agree. And shelters... I would not join you in such a place. Far too cramped conditions as well as the reasons you gave. Plus, it is difficult for one such as I to avoid scrutiny. I'm afraid the appearance of my Host leads people to believe I am ill."


His eyes moving to Kira, he tilted his head at her words, blackness shifting in his eyes. "You may be correct. However, I can be very good at 'convincing' people to give me information I need," he said with a small bout of crazed laughter. "It does not take much when you have the abilities I do." As he went to say more on this, May began to explain of a place she knew, peaking his interest at the mention of killing someone. The sadistic and animalistic side of his Host flared at the prospect of it, but he stayed silent as words and looks were exchanged between both May and Legs, finally revealing that it was the place of May's step-father. At her tone and the way Legs had reacted, Hood gathered that the man was not one May enjoyed.


At the girl's question to him, he stepped closer to them, giving a nod. "Yes, I believe I do. Especially if it will benefit in finding another place to go. Not only will such a place provide water, heat, electricity, and other such things, but it will work as a better protection against both elements and intrusions such as what happened last evening." He nodded once more, as if confirming his answer, then looked around at the others. "Of course, if anyone is bothered by such a thing, I could reconsider. However, from what I can gather and assume from the various reactions and tones you have given, the one to be killed was not a person deserving of life anyhow. If I am mistaken, please inform me of this before I do something that may prove regrettable."
 
Jason was blissfully unaware, finishing a pack of fries. Food. Food! French fries! Heaven in a recyclable packet!


He had missed Kira's glance at the wall, absorbed by the meal. Now, thinking he should probably stop eating, he picked up the packet and wandered over to the adjoining room. He caught the very last morsel of the conversation- "...Please inform me if I do something that may prove regrettable."


Jason gulped down his mouthful of salty goodness and regarded the three in the room, although he looked away from Legs quickly. She seemed cheered up again; and Jason?... He decided that nothing bad had come from the previous encounter, and that he could- and should- look over it. Certainly he couldn't hold a grudge against her.


"What's going on?" he asked the trio, then- as an afterthought- held out the last of the fries to the others.
 
Kira looked at Hood and chuckled. "I can be just as convincing...." She said with a bit of a glare. He didn't know anything about her and he presums she can't do anything already. She sighed and listened to them. Soon she sighs. She walked out and grabbed the bag from the ceiling. She walked back. "Ok...all of you get a gun now." She said dropping it. "Don't ask....because I won't be happy to explain."
 
As Hood spoke and agreed to help May managed a small smile, and then when he asked if he was mistaken about the man being deserving of life, well, May couldn't help but laugh rather scornfully despite the internal mix of fear and upset she was feeling, "Oh, you are not mistaken Hood. Not at all." Her tone was bitter and did not match the sweet purity of her voice at all, "The man in question...he...he..." May drifted off as her voice wavered and almost broke, beginning to get lost slightly in bad memories and bad thoughts, she shook her head and looked at them all, her tone emotionless as she spoke once more, "I need some air..been stuck in here for a while..." She walked out of the room and outside, she knew it was a lame excuse, but she didn't want to stick around and have them ask unnecessary questions like why did she get that painful, tortured expression in her eyes when she couldn't finish her sentence.


She leant her head against the building and sucked in some fresh air, her eyes stinging as she held back the tears that so desperately wanted to pour down her cheeks. Breathe Siran, breathe. It's going to be ok, everything's going to be alright. He can't do anything to you anymore. He's a pedophile anyway, he threw her away as soon as she turned 13.
 
Jason was taken aback by Kira's arrival, and her command. "Everybody grab a gun."


A gun.


"You have guns?" he asked, incredulously. "Well, I mean, I guess it's not much, but... I mean...." Needless to say, the young runaway had never handled anything further ranged than a slingshot. "Uh, does that include me?'


 
Kira glares at him. "Yeah." She said sighing deeply. She leaned against a wall. "It'll be safer if we have some protection." She said not looking at them. She rubbed the back of her head sighing deeply. Not making eye contact with any of them. She rather not say she was a bounty hunter or a hit man, what ever you want to call it. She didn't kill just turns them in. Nothing more.
 
Sheena continues to regard Hood as he replies in the affirmative to May's question, then nods very faintly; she is still not sure whether she can kill someone with full knowledge of doing so on her own, but if Hood wants to...well, after what he did to May, she won't stand in his way. As Jason comes in, offering her and the others the fries, she looks over at him quickly; he still seems slightly skittish but willing to overlook what happened, and she hesitantly tries to smile at him before holding out her hand. She's damn hungry, and the fries smell good...


"Guns? You have...GUNS?" Sheena blurts as Kira speaks, her eyes almost bulging as she turns to regard Kira sharply, her face blanching before she can censor herself. Her hands shaking slightly, she quickly hides it by rubbing them against the legs of her pants, looking down at herself before looking down at the bag Kira just dropped, and one of the guns that had just spilled out of it.


Guns...Sheena has a bad history of guns...guns are what almost killed Mr. Kellogg, guns are what are beyond control in an unskilled person's hands, guns can result in all kinds of accidents, and the thought of sleeping with these kids with guns at their sides...shit....knives are one thing, Sheena has some herself, but GUNS?


"Who ARE you, Kira?! Where did you get a bag of GUNS?!"


She is glad when May leaves, giving her an excuse to follow her and hide her own apprehension, but when she comes up behind her she quickly stops, realizing that May is upset, almost near tears. She can hear her breathing from a distance and hesitates, biting her lower lip, before stepping closer.


"May...are you okay?" she asks softly.
 
May jumps as she hears Sheena's soft voice and she quickly wipes her eyes, only realizing afterwards how stupid a move it was because it probably attracted attention to the fact that she may have been about to - or possibly - crying. She nods, "Yeah, yeah...I am fine." She mutters, "It's just..." She sighs and looks up once more, "Going back there...seeing...him again" She speaks the word him like it's a disgusting maggot that she found in her food, her hands raise and cover her face as she speaks wearily, "I am not so sure if I can do it.." Her body shakes lightly as she starts to cry a little bit again, trying not to so badly but failing miserably, "I need to...but...it's hard.." She shakes her head with her hands still covering her face, she hated people seeing her when she cried.
 
Kira ignored her and doesn't answer. She looks away and crosses her arms. She looked at the wall, no one was going to get it out of her. She closed her eyes. "hm." She said opening her eyes. She looked stright at the wall. "Stupid Idea kira....stupid." She looked at the ground.
 
Jason gave both Kira and Hood an uncertain glance, set down the fries, then strode forward and bent to open the bag.


Yeah. There were guns inside.


"Well, uh," he said, picking a pistol up with two fingers. He let in dangle underneath his hand, making sure it pointed downwards only. "I really don't know how to use these." He looked up; "are you sure you want a 13-year-old running around with a pistol?"
 
Sheena swallows, thinning her lips, and breathes in slowly as she watches her, her heart twisting. She can't stand to watch people cry...and hearing May's words, knowing first hand how this must be for her, it is difficult for her to keep from thinking of her time in juvie, of the jeers of the guards as they forced her to remove her clothing for a totally unneeded strip search, as they...no, she's not going there. She's not...this isn't happening, not now, she's not going to think...she won't go there. Not now, not ever again...


Stepping forward, she touches May's shoulder, squeezing lightly, then slips her arm around her, pulling her against her side. "Men are disgusting," she says heatedly, her eyes narrowed, her hand still lightly rubbing May's shoulder as she looks down at her. "The sh*it they do to us..."


She lets her voice trail off, then softens her tone. "May, it will be alright. We'll be there with you, we'll all help, if that's what you want. I swear."
 
Kira looked at him. "Do what you want I was only trying to keep us safe...but whatever, all I get is an aditude and questions I asked not to be asked. I have a demon after me and people wonder why I have guns." She had grabbing a shot gun. She checked to make sure it wasn't loaded. "Just aim and Fire." She said looking at him. "Only at short range for you though."
 
"Hey, I didn't ask anything," said Jason, examining the pistol. He was overwhelmed by curiousity, truly; but he had thought it wise not to get on the bad side of another supernatural. He felt around the sides for a moment, then found where the ammunition was put. The gun was not loaded.


"Uh, is there, like, a... Anything else? Like, there's got to be something on this thing to fiddle with except a trigger and a place to put ammo," said Jason.
 
As Sheena pulls her into a hug May - without thinking - leans into it, her tears slowly stopping, she nods as Sheena mentions how disgusting men are and as she speaks of what they do to 'us' her earlier thoughts are confirmed about Sheena's own past. When she tells her that they'll be there with her, to help. Her eyes threaten to spill tears all over again but she manages to keep it in, she nods and pulls out of the hug, wiping her eyes, "Thanks Sheena." She gives her a weak smile then looks back at the building. She then frowns, "Did Kira drop a bag of guns on the ground before I came out here?"
 
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