Street Kids

Glancing back at Jason, Sheena offers her input to the conversation, as though sensing his line of thoughts.


"I just got my powers when I turned seventeen...like, five months ago? I didn't know I had them or was getting them either until my cousin came and was telling me about it, and I thought she was a total liar til she started shifting in front of me..."


She trails off, looking ahead again, her eyes darkening; she is sad without wanting to be. If her cousin and the rest of her mother's half of the family chose not to be with her or accept her as part of them, due to her father's blood in her...if all they wanted was to make sure she, in ignorance of her Lycan half, wouldn't freak out when her powers came and expose Lycans to humans...well, that was their business and loss.


Still, it hurt her chest every time she thought about it, and as she looks back at the pizza, making herself open it and eat a slice, she hardly tastes it.
 
"My parents did not take it all too well when they found out about my powers when I turned four. They took me to a psychiatrist, a hypnotist, even a few scientists before they finally gave up and left me to my own devices. The scientists were the worst, they tried electroshock therapy. Let me just tell you, That does NOT work. Though it did begin to tickle about the time I left."


He leans his head back, and smiles lightly, his eyes glazing over slightly, remembering when he ripped the door to his room off of its hinges, and slammed it through the wall. He simply strolled out. Nobody came after him, an alarm didn't even sound. It was as if he had never existed. He ran home, through a great forest and a small town. He finally arrived at his parents house in New York, and knocked on the door for them to let him in. He remembers on his last knock, the door opening up, to an empty house. He went through the house several times, trying to see if his parents were tricking him, but all he found was a rainbow scarf his mother would always wear, his grandfathers old wide brimmed hat, and an ace of diamonds. They weren't playing tricks on him, they weren't even there, the house was empty, not a trace anyone having ever lived in it save the scarf, hat, and card. It was then that he noticed the 'FOR SALE' sing stuck in the front yard. It took a few minutes of him slowly walking through the halls to realize, his parents had left. They had abandoned him, almost as if they renounced him as a son. He wrapped the scarf around his neck, and pulled the hat onto his head. He tucked the card into the hat, and walked down his old street, not knowing where he would go. He didn't care where, it wasn't as if there was anyone he had to go to. That was a lot to put on a kid, it nearly crushed him.





Joe snaps back into reality, his demeanor momentarily turning sad, and a slight frown marking his face, but quickly going back. He smiles, and says, "I don't really know when my powers started showing themselves, but it took most of my life to master them." He taps hood on the shoulder, "So my scary hooded friend, how far are we from our destination?"
 
"May's the one directing us," Sheena says back to Joe, shrugging, but she doesn't turn back to look at him. Crossing her legs so she's sitting in the seat with her feet Indian-style, she continues to stare out the window, still stuck in her saddened mood, even as she is careful to keep her thoughts as blank as is possible, her hair half covering her face.


There's no point in thinking about family, any of her family...she disowned her father after he disowned her, publically, no less....and her mother's family...


If she won't let herself think about them then why does she still almost nauseated right now?


When she sneezes after a minute or two she tries to stifle it against her sleeve, knowing when she sneezes again that it likely had still been noticed. She doesn't dare look back at Joe or make any sort of movement to draw further attention to herself, not wanting him to offer what he had Kira.
 
Hood simply drove in silence as all of this was going on, listening intently to the conversations around him as they blended together with the sounds of the van and the sounds of the road. Tires scratching the pavement, the creak of the rocking vehicle, all of this was like music to the creature's ears. "All this talk of powers," he said, finally speaking after the long bout of silence. "It is all so very interesting. So unique between all of you, it nearly boggles the mind."


He thought of his own 'powers'. He'd never really gained anything, he had simply always had them, though was never quite sure of it until he had bonded with his first Host. "Perhaps it was something about her..." he muttered aloud, then blinked, realizing he'd spoke. "Ah... apologies, I seem to be speaking rather than thinking. What I meant was, my own powers became aware to me after the bonding of the first Host. I was made self-aware by her memories and thoughts, her intelligence."


Thinking on this for a moment, he absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "I often wonder if she was human or something else. So many types of creatures in this world..." he murmured, trailing off as he paid attention to the road and his spinning thoughts.
 
Sheena sniffs subtly, her eyes flickering over to Hood as she listens to him speak. Every time he mentions his hosts, she can feel herself tensing automatically, wary...it's not as if she expects him to suddenly attack her and try to take her as his host, but it's not exactly NOT a concern to her that his current host is also a teenage half Lycan. She had briefly half convinced herself that maybe he only took males, but now that he's mentioning a female...


She sniffs again before asking through a half curtain of hair, "how many hosts have you had...what happens to them when you need a new one?"
 
Kira's face turned cold as she looked out the window. She looked down. "I knew I should have grabbed them." she said to herself in a whisper. They were being followed. She looked at Joe, listening to everyone. "While everyone here knows what happened to mine." she said coldly. The man following them was the same one who killed her parents. She sighed and put down her window. Letting out a loud bird call she closed the window. Her hawk friends, a few of them. Should be able to bring her bag to her on their next stop. She'll have to hide it somewhere to keep it close. She looked at Hood and sheena.
 
Sheena turns her head towards her quickly, tensing, then looks out the window; she doesn't yet see what Kira's talking about, but the hair on the back of her neck is raised, and she shivers slightly, sensing the change in the atmosphere.


"Where?" she almost whispers. "If they're demons...isn't shooting them not gonna help?"
 
Kira looks at her and then sighs. "Well would you rather have to get close and attack? I'd rather stay as far away as possible shooting the thing, then have it's percing red eyes right on you as you try and attack at short range. A gun is much safer." She glanced at Jason. "Well if you know what you're doing like I do." She said looking at Sheena. "Hey you never did answer my question....are you ok? Other then the fact that my worse nightmare is following us, you really seemed down after our spat." She sighed leaning back. "I guess from what I've seen and heard from you, we might have very different views. Is that it? Or should we continue this in a more privet setting." She said looking at the boys. "Yeah maybe I should shut up now." She said growling at herself.
 
May nods in response to Jason, sounds simple enough. Maybe he didn't get along with his parents or something, he said they didn't seem to care when he left. Still...having the opportunity to stay, having the option to stay. And not having to deal with all the abuse and having to do the stuff she did...why would you leave?


When Joe asks how long it will be, May, without even looking, shrugs lightly, "We probably won't get there until tomorrow." She felt her insides knotting as she spoke so casually of their destination, she was trying to deny it, deny they were heading there until it was too late to change her mind. She knew she wanted to do this; she needed to. But facing the man who had ruined her, destroyed her. It was going to be hard. She swallowed and her eyes drifted to the window as she sub-consciously wrapped her arms around her stomach and clutched her sleeves tightly. She tuned out for a moment, hearing Sheena and Hood talking, but not really taking it in. She sighed and leant back, her hands over her face as she muttered, they would soon find out about her step-dad, why hide it any longer? "I can't believe I'm doing this..." She shook her head slightly, tears wetting the inside of her eyelids but not yet falling, "Why am I going back there?" She spoke lightly to herself, the others probably able to hear her.
 
Sheena continues to ignore Kira's question, her ears burning, and as she looks over her shoulder anxiously, trying to see what Kira had noticed, she notices May's face and hears her softly spoken words. Trying to meet her eyes, she reaches a hand back somewhat awkwardly, stopping just short of touching her. She wants to comfort her, but is not sure it will be welcomed or received.
 
Jason looked away when Kira glanced at his direction. He had seriously messed up back there. He played with the hem of his jacket for a moment, unwilling to talk to anyone- he was barely aware of the discourse between Sheena and Kira- but eventually flipped open his journal. He pulled his legs up and rested the notebook so that the others couldn't see it. Giving a glance to the rose petal, he began to catch up on events.
 
Joe stuffs his headphones back into his pocket, and pulls out his mouse, Albert. He is a curious little creature, always scurrying around when he was left to follow Joe. Joe pets Albert's head with his finger, and pulls out a small cracker. Albert sniffs the food, before beginning to nibble on it. Joe puts Albert and the cracker back into his pocket, and looks over to Jason. He appears to be writing in a book, a journal perhaps, and though Joe can't see the writing. He looks over to the nice girl (May), "My dear, you look as if you are about to meet a hell incarnate. What is wrong?"
 
Kira looked at Joe's mouse. She smiles and lets out a little squeek to say hi to the little mouse. She was an expert on shifting her vocal cords to produce animal sounds. She could shift into anything really but animals were what she was good at. At the moment she was just listening to everyone. She sighed having her own problems to think about really. She still felt so out of place here though. Only Joe and Hood really gave her some comfort and made her feel ok. Jason was just afraid of her. She pulled up her legs and set her head down looking out the window. Watching the birds and hearing the car drive over the road. She zoned out for a few minutes before she even moved.
 
May pulled away her hands from her face, looking slightly startled at the sound of his voice and then chuckling lightly, despite the fact that her eyes looked watery, "Well, that's because I am." She shrugs lightly, her eyes becoming distant as if to hide her emotions as she glances out the window, she then looks back to Joe, slightly worried, "Are you coming with us to our destination? Because if you are I reccomend you to be alright with murder..." She paused, "If not, then you should leave the van and pretend you never met us."
 
Turning her head again to look back at Joe, assessing his reaction to May's words, Sheena takes in a slow breath, then stifles the cough this brings, unconsciously biting the inside of her cheeks. She isn't sure why she's so nervous, listening for this reply....granted, he could call the police, her biggest fear...but even if he did, it's not like she couldn't shift and get away.


It's ridiculous, to still be afraid of the police. No jail cell could hold her if she tried hard enough, and no one, no one could ever hurt her like that again, not like before. It had been different then, when she had been taken in....she hadn't had her powers yet.


It was stupid to still be scared.
 
"So long as it isn't unjust, I'm quite fine with murder. The crime should be equivalent though. Tell me, who are we killing and why?" Joe replies, reaching into his coat to the hidden dagger nestled within. He pulls it out, and looks at it, his face turning grim, his eyes going dark. He says without taking his eyes from the knife, "I have killed many with this knife. I've seen the life fade from their eyes, only to be replaced by death.


"I've killed murderers, rapists, almost every kind of horrible criminal. It gives me great satisfaction knowing that I had improved the lives of a few good souls, by taking the bad ones, and will do so until I die. I have not killed anyone for their first offense, save select murderers. So to answer your question, yes, I'm quite fine with murder." His return to their light mood, and his face back to normal. He quickly puts the knife back into his coat, and says, "But enough of that dark talk. I'm with Kira, and if she's going with you, as am I.


Here's the knife.
 
As Joe pulls out his knife, Sheena initially jumps, her eyes widening, shoulders pulling inward; although she knows very well that most street people carry a weapon, she nevertheless finds herself very much on edge as Joe reveals his. As he speaks of his murders committed, her heart hammers, her mouth going dry...but after a few more moments of consideration, she reluctantly considers that it might be beneficial to have someone with experience on their side. And with all these people willing to kill, maybe she won't have to herself.


Still...Kira with the guns, and him with the murders...
 
Kira looked at Joe and smiled. She leaned back. "Well glad to see you're still my best friend." She giggled and then looked out the window. "Even after all these years. You seemed to have changed quite a bit though." She said smiling as she stared out the window. At least she knew he would stick with her, even if everyone kicks her out.
 
May listens to Joe as he inquires about who they are murdering and why they are being murdered. She listens to his little mini speech, all the time thinking of how to tell him without letting herself break down. She waits way until after Kira is done talking; you can see she is thinking the whole time, biting her lip nervously as she doesn't look anyone, she speaks slowly and carefully, directing her words at Joe but not looking at him, she answers his question simply, "We are going to kill my step-dad, because he is a rapist." She now looks up, but still with hesitation, "A pedophile rapist, may I add." Implying that she only knows of him having done it to children, well, a child.
 
As May explains to Joe, Sheena doesn't dare look at her or anyone else, fully turning her head to stare without really seeing out the window. She tries not to hear May's words echo through the car as her body stiffens instinctively, tries not to picture a younger May with this faceless man, tries not to think about anything of any importance whatsoever. Instead she tries to focus on sleeping arrangements, when night comes. Will Hood drive through the night? Will they stop, or sleep in the car and keep going? Will she have to switch seats at any point or can she still have one to herself? Is it a full moon tonight?


But she cannot really focus on any of this, and her nails bite holes into her palms.
 
Joe frowns, and rubs his chin. A pedophile and a rapist? This man deserved to die in the most excruciating way possible. De-atomization? No, that would require too much concentration. Fire? No, it would be possible to hurt others... Aha! I could slowly break his spine in every place, then slit his throat and let him bleed out! Though that may be too harsh for the others to see. He finally settles on simply severing his spine, and throwing him off the roof of his house. "I think I've found a suitable punishment for the man. Tell me May, How far are we now?"
 
"Since it's been like fifteen minutes since you last asked, not too much closer than it was the last time," Sheena points out, though she doesn't turn her eyes away from staring out the window.
 
Kira sighed even deeper. Just want she needed another idiot jerk to kill. She sighed and then looked out the window. She didn't know if she wanted to watch them kill a guy. Even if he did deserve it. She sighed and went even deeper into her thoughts. She looked at her lap and then at the others her face saddened. She looked back at the window.
 
At Sheena's question on how many hosts he has had, Hood looked over with a raise of his brow. "Hmm. I believe I have only had about 5 or 6 Hosts, I cannot think of the number exactly. As for what happens to them... that depends entirely on the Host. A few of them, I have not taken over until after death, so they simply continue being dead once I am done with their shell. Those that are alive take almost a week to fully recover and lose the various markings and changes that come with my interaction, then simply go on living," he explained, never taking his eyes from the road. A frown cross his features, however. "This current Host, however, I am not sure. He was dying when I happened upon him. I offered redemption for use of his form, and he accepted. I do not know if I am the only thing keeping him alive. When we separate, anything might happen."


This whole bit of speech seemed to worry the creature, but he shook away the feeling and smiled his normal smile again, listening to the various conversations as he watched the road, noticing that there was a vehicle trailing them just as Kira bird-called out the window, making him twitch. Her words confirmed them being followed and Hood went over them in his mind at her mention of a short range attack. His smile widened a bit and he pondered having someone else take the wheel. He COULD leap from the back doors of the van and simply attack the car, but that would draw so much attention that it would do more harm than good. Sighing in disappointment, he heard Kira mention something about shutting up. Shrugging, he realized he had missed a conversation and tried to pay more attention to something other than his own thoughts.


Not voicing his opinion, he listened intently as May spoke about when they'd get there and the sorrow filled question as to why she was returning? Hood's answer would have been the simple one, 'to kill the man in residence and take it as our own', but it would not have been the correct thing to say. He knew that, hoping the others would comfort her, though. At Joe's mention of murder and killing, and at Sheena's tense reaction, Hood's interest was grasped even further. He too was not phased by murder, but he would not go as far to explain it. He had killed many times before, never thinking about it. Survival made creatures do such things with no emotion, driving them to kill so they could simply live. "Hmm..." was all he said, blackness flickering across his yellow eyes.


As Joe mentioned knowing of a way to kill the man, who was deemed by May a 'pedophile rapist', Hood frowned, almost disappointed. The newcomer would be the one to execute the man? In disagreement, Hood spoke, raspy voice holding no angry emotion, simply explaining as usual. "Though I am sure I and everyone else appreciate your enthusiasm, Joe, I fear I have already been appointed to the task of ending this man's existence. Do not worry, though, this person will not get off lightly for what he has done in his past." The creature smiled wide as this, moving his eyes back to the road.
 
May's eyes had dropped down to the floor infront of her once she was done speaking, she shifted slightly, uncomfortable with all the talk that was going on about 'suitable punishment' and 'ending this man's existence' Of course she wanted him dead, but with everyone being so enthusiastic about killing him confused her slightly. Why did they care? No-one ever had before. She was too lost in her own thoughts to answer Joe, but vaguely heard Sheena doing it for her. She looked up at both Hood and Joe after a while, "Just so we are clear. Before anyone runs in there and begins declaring death on him." You can even hear in his voice the disgust, hate and slight fear she feels for this man just by the way she says 'him'. "I need to talk to him first." She pauses and smiles rather lightly, the mixture of worry and slight enjoyment on her face as she speaks lastly, "Then you may kill him however you wish."
 
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