Street Kids

(This is what I get for staying away from home the entire day... Sorry.)


Jason stared at the gun for a while, even as Kira came to him and comforted him. "I'm... I'm alright," he said. Had he just shot someone? It all seemed so otherworldly. The carefully shaped metal in his hands, using precise science to murder and kill, seeming so futile and omnipotent, a little god that could strike down anything someone had yearned for.


"I'm alright..." He said again, dazed. Then he turned off the safety.


He stared out the front window as some drama happened behind him. After a while, he suddenly realized that a new voice had chimed up and looked in the review mirror. Who was this new boy? He caught glimpses of conversation. He was May's boyfriend, he had killed someone important to Kira. Who was Lust? Sheena was shaking. Kira- Kira, a bounty hunter. Blood on the new boy's face. Devan? Fighting, punches. Windows cracking. Sheena moaning. May arguing. Blood. Why was there still blood?


Jason wasn't thinking clearly. He shook his head, took a breath, and looked out the window. Sheena wanted to leave. So did he. But where was Hood? They couldn't leave without him. Who was Hood? A shadow-dripping demon. Who was he? What was that?
 
Finally, after what seemed like far too long, Hood emerged from the building, leaning against the door of it as it snapped shut behind him. His breathing was heavy and ragged and the only blood that stained his form looked to be that of his own. Though he'd emerged the victor against the various guards and gunmen, it had taken its toll, most noticeably on the left side of his face. A bullet had torn from the left side of his lips to about halfway up his face, revealing the sharp teeth underneath. It did seem to be healing, but for the time being, he looked grotesque.


Quickly making his way to the van, he gave a sharp, rapping knock at the back door, then entered, eyes going over all of them. "If I may make a request," he began, moving a hand over the torn side of his face. "Someone else may have to do the driving for a time. I need to remove a few bullets from under my skin and, I'm afraid I would cause quite a bit of trouble for all of us if I tried to do that while driving." Giving a half faced smile, he moved toward the back to get his sweatshirt. He'd need to cover himself with it after the bullet removal. His shirt, or the few scraps of what remained, was covering next to nothing. To him, it was not a bother, but the others might find the toplessness a bit uncomfortable.
 
Sheena continues to cling to May, her eyes darting from Hood to Kira to Devin and May. Kira is clearly too upset to drive, and Sheena herself is in no shape to. She doesn't know or trust Devin, and she doesn't yet want to let go of May. She doesn't know how Jason is doing after killing that man, but at the moment she's forgotten any reservations from before.


"Jason?" she says softly.
 
Jason looked curiously, if a bit dazed, when Hood knocked, then entered. Man, did he look beaten-up. He listened half-heartedly to his speech, wondering if he should be revolted at the moment by Hood's appearance. Where was his shirt?


Driving. Sheena uttered his name. "Yeah, I could drive for now," said Jason, looking over the headrest. "I mean... No one else really seems to be in a good condition right now. And I promise I really can drive. I drove through all of Maryland and Jersey before." How was he talking so clearly? His vision kept returning to the dead man. No one was in good shape except that boy. Was his name Devan? But no one really seemed to like him anyways. Who was he? He felt like he should know.


He was acting very scatterbrained. He couldn't really think straight. Suddenly, he took out his journal and skimmed the first page.


August 2012. The streets ain't that bad. I hid the rest of my notebooks near the house, where no one would find it, even if my folks moved. Which they probably would. They were built for being homeless. Anyways, I found it easy enough to bunk in some deserted alley or building the few nights I've spent out here.... I got in some trouble with some other homeless teens, but they didn't have anything except a knife and it was easy enough to run way from them. I even stole some of their food! They had it right in the open and everything. I kept moving for a while, in case they went after me, but by now I think I'm alright. I'm heading North-ish. Towards the Big Apple. Always wanted to go there, you know?...


He had just run away at the time. Back before werewolves existed and when he knew what was what and what wasn't. He had kept travelling, eventually reached New York, got through some scrapes, hurt his leg pretty bad once, was chased by police at least twice, and ended up stumbling into the abandoned building with May and Sheena.


That's what was. Warding the image of the bloodied man away from his mind, Jason shut his journal and turned his attention back to the wheel. "So..." he said. "If I'm driving, then back to the house?"
 
Sheena shrugs, then nods; in the chaos of coming for Kira and May, not to mention the death of Kira's guy, the addition of May's, and the gunshots and death all around, she had forgotten that they had in fact killed May's father. She squeezes May's arm hard as she says slowly, "Will it be safe there? They found us there...what if they know that's where we might go back."


(btw guys, let's cool it a bit on all the death and kidnapping, give them a breather to recuperate some lol. We can obviously get back into intense action but I think we need to give them a little time to recover first)
 
Rhys looked around the room he was in. The door outside was unlocked and it appeared the place was abandoned. Rhys was happy for it. He needed a place to crash. It was better to find a building or some kind of shelter. Not only was it safer at times, but he didn't have police pestering him to move.


Rhys frowned as the smell of blood hit him. A wave of nausa washed over him, but he didn't throw up. As he walked into the room, he hit something. Rhys was shocked to find a dead body there. Morbid curiousity made him wonder how long he had been there and what happened, but Rhys was not about to check. He moved as far way from it as possible. Rhys was a bit scared by a random dead body, but he was tired as well. His search today was a fail. Not only that but his new restart at finding a job went bad.


Rhys slumped into a corner and sleep overtook him.
 
It had been almost fifteen minutes that Estrella had been running. She still wasn't anywhere to be found. Yet at the same time, she's everywhere, yet no one notices. They would rather blame it on others that don't follow their views, or apparently, have a better opportunity to discover it. Humans can be so selfish sometimes.


"She'll show herself" Estrella finally decided, slowing down to a fast-paced walk. There were obviously many places to look for her, perhaps a new victim? "She certainly recovers quite quickly" Estrella chuckled, turning the corner. She hadn't counted on the large muddied man walking right behind her.


Estrella's pace slowed down a little, she sensed him. She heard the low thud, the heavy breathing. Not to mention the horrible smell of death. The stench reminded her of a story The Streets told her, does she know this man? Not taking her chances, she pulled out a small derringer from the pocket of her high boots, and turned around. What she saw next was astonishing.


The man was completely covered on dirt, from his braided hair, to his then-fancy loafers. She could have sworn she saw a maggot crawl into it. He wore what was once a very extravagant suit, the same one he was buried in. He wore the golden watch and chain he accumulated in unmarked hundred dollar bills. Hanging from his suit pocket was a mutilated picture of a baby girl, and a dirt caked note written by a five year old. And his left hand.... His left hand was completely gone, only a skeleton left, the result of his body being buried for six months.


Estrella knew who this man was."Y-you-you're..." she stammered, terrified by his presence. The half-decayed man only looked at her, and responded in a low, ghastly voice, his breath reeked of utter terror.


"Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangsta."


Estrella's eyes grew wide. She turned around and ran as fast as she possibly could for blocks, not looking back. Eventually, she made it to an evacuated park, and perched herself atop of a dome-shaped jungle gym. She looked around, breathing heavily. On the other side of the park, where a basketball court sat, were a group of young males. There was a rather frail looking one there, much younger than the others there. They surrounded him in a circle. The tallest one punched him in the face and pushed him down. When he hit the ground, the others pitched in and stomped on him. One even had a metal baseball bat, and kept striking him with it. The sight made Estrella sick. How could people do such a thing?


"You know," The Streets appeared next to her. "Sometimes people have to sacrifice, and go through pain to get by in life."


"Don't give me that philosophy crap." Estrella spat. "They're practically getting away with murder, and nobody's doing anything about it."


"You're not doing anything about it," The Streets opposed. "You could have easily ran over there and broken it up."


"That's because it's not my job to break it up! To do anything for that matter!" Estrella protested.


The Streets laughed. "You think anybody on this world follows rules to the very end like you do?! They don't!" The Streets exclaimed. "They know that it's a crime to do beat that little boy to death, and so do the passersby that happen to see them. I can guarantee you mostly all of them would care, but not nearly enough to take action," The Streets exclaimed. "That just proves the fact that humans are weak. And you need to stop glorifying them really soon."


"Who say's I'm glorifying humans?!" Estrella exclaimed,.her face turning bright red.


"Shhhh!" Said The Streets. "There are still people outside. You don't want to think you're a psycho, now do you?"


Estrella sighed. She nearly forgot that no one can see The Streets herself. The gang of males were beginning to depart swiftly, leaving the small child there to bleed.


"Think about what I said," The Streets spoke. "This is a cold, cold world to live in, you just gotta find a way to get through it. Shouldn't matter, though. Once they die, every single thing that they have done living will vanish, just like they did.


Estrella slumped into the jungle gym. She just couldn't understand. This was supposed to be a perfect world. Why are humans the main ones ruining it for everyone, even themselves. However, she did not believe that a person's legacy died with them. Chris still.held a place in her heart.


Remembering her encounter, Estrella could not help but ask, "Do.you ever think about Michael?"


The Streets thought about it for a moment, then chuckled. "Do you think imaginary beings even have thoughts?"


"Well, obviously you don't have a conscience." Estrella added lightly.


The Streets laughed aloud. "Then, that should be your answer. Do you think about Chris?"


"Do I have a choice?" Estrella added coldly. "You're the only.one that triggers my memory of him on a daily basis."


With that, The Streets nodded. The unlikely pair continued to look on, then turned their direction to the other side of the road. Eventually, they would have to find Estrella a place for the night.
 
Hood sat as far toward the back and away from the others as he could, not wanting to sicken anyone as he removed the bullets and fragments from his body. He needed to work quickly, not wanting the Lycanthropic healing factor to begin mending the flesh around them. Crossing his legs, blackness poured out of his very flesh, beginning to work quickly around his form. Small 'tink' sounds were heard as the various pieces of metal struck the metal floor of the van. As the darkness worked, he spoke to the others, mainly addressing Sheena. "It will be safe if we need it to be. I can be of service on that account, if it is needed. Despite the panic of this evening, this group of people put up a fight that I had not expected," he said, an appreciation in his tone.


Turning his words toward Jason, he spoke the boy's name to get his attention. "And Jason, I am quite confident in your still at driving us back to the house. If anything is needed, I will be finished with er... this in just a moment and be able to assist in guiding you there," he explained, all the while concentrating as more pieces of metal hit the ground. Finally, he sighed, finished. "Fourty-seven pieces in all. Would anyone like a souvenir? Perhaps use them to make a necklace." The creature cackled and then grinned wearily at the bad joke, absorbing the blood on his skin and pulling his sweatshirt over himself, the shadows going away as well.


He turned to face the others, studying them in his usual bizarre manner. His eyes fell on the newcomer and he tilted his head. This person seemed to know May as well. Another from her past. "And who, if I may, are you?" he questioned, blackness twisting behind his eyes for a moment before they returned to normal. His grin widened and his head tilted, curious on how the other would respond.
 
As Hood works on freeing himself of the bullets stuck inside him, Sheena's grip on May slowly loosens as her heartbeat slows to a more normal tempo, but she still remains close against her, her arm hooked in May's, and she gradually leans her head against her shoulder. Behind them Kira has fallen asleep, though Sheena doesn't know how she could possibly manage that after all of this, and Sheena watches as much of what Hood's doing as she can see, partly disgusted, partly fascinated.


Her eyes turn back to Devin as Hood addresses him. Though Hood's talking about the "panic" of the evening had been general, Sheena very much feels that he's talking about her. She was the only one who hadn't actually done a lot of fighting inside the place, after all; she was the one May had basically had to drag out. She was the one who had collapsed into the car and been useless to the others.


Thinking of this, her ears burn, and she is upset with herself. She has to get over reacting like that. Even if it is guns involved.
 
Jason nodded at Sheena, then at Hood. "Right, then," he said, shifting the gear. He was glad that the older man had trust in even such a rudimentary thing as him driving back home; for once, he thought, could be of some use.


He rolled the windows down before he began driving. Wouldn't want a normal, law-abiding citizen to see him at the wheel. Now, he pressed on the gas pedal, spun the steering wheel to the left, and pulled away from the large, white building. No cars coming? Good. He straightened the van and accelerated down the street.


White line, yellow line. It was as easy as ever to keep the car moving, and Jason gave half an ear to the conversation behind him.
 
Devin looks to Hood, he grins lightly at him, not seeming too affected by his appearance, he had seen some of the other guards and his family mutilated before his eyes, so this man's appearance didn't scare him that much. "I'm Devin, Lus--May's boyfriend" He quickly corrected his nickname for her, realizing the man may not know her by his nickname for her. May responded sharply to his comment, about a millisecond after he said it, "He is NOT my boyfriend and he should NOT be in this car." He grinned at her as she glanced at him, "Aw come on May, you know you love me too." She gave him a death glare, "No." "You do, you just can't admit it." "No." He shrugs and leans back, "Either way, I'm not going anywhere." "You should." He glances at her, "I already told you, I'm not losing you again." May makes a 'Pfft' sound before speaking, "Usually people look for lost things." "You were in Prison, it was kinda hard to look for you." May turns her head sharply to glare at him, "Shut up Devin. Now." He takes one look at her threatening glare and quickly looks away to Hood, giving him another grin. "So, you must be Hood then?" Devin had slowly been gathering everyone's names, and could name each of the people in the car now.
 
Sheena, having been listening to this conversation with intensity, lets her eyes move from Devin to May back to Devin before she looks at May again, this being awkward because she is still leaning against her shoulder.


"If he's not supposed to be here...and you're not like in love with him...why aren't we kicking him out?" she asked pointedly.
 
May shrugs lightly - as to not disturb Sheena. It's a question she's been asking herself A LOT the past ten minutes. Why hasn't she got them to kick him out? Because he's quite strong? Hood could deal with that. But even then, she had noticed over the years that Devin got like, freakishly strong when him and May's relationship or her safety was compromised. But maybe, maybe it was because she still had feelings for him, or because she still had that bit of Siran left in her, and Siran loved him, Siran had fell for him. But instead of telling anyone this, she glances at Devin, before she can speak he does, taking the exact words from her mouth as if they shared a brain, "You can try if you like. But I'd rather die than have Sira--May taken away from me." He was finding it hard to keep up with her new name. May shrugs, "That's why. He's creepily overprotective which is odd considering we don't date anymore." She also spoke pointedly, he shrugged, his voice not jokey for once, "Some people need protecting." She gave him a look, a mix of a glare and a painful look, "Yeah, well some people don't need certain people to protect them. Some people can protect themselves." He grinned lightly now, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground and trying to take it easy, "Mhm, some people, not all." May let out an exasperated sigh, "Why didn't you stay back there?" He smirked at her, "'Cause I found you baby." May rolled her eyes and looked back to Sheena, "Anyyywayyy, I'm all up for kicking him outta here." She ignored her heart, getting rid of him was the best thing to do....right?
 
Again Sheena feels a faint stir of jealousy at Devin's words, and she still does not move away from May; in her own way, she is subconsciously staking a claim on her. Hadn't she and May said they'd stick together, no matter what? What if this Devin came along and screwed that over? What if he convinced May to go off with him and left her? Even with the others, somehow this group wouldn't be the same to Sheena without May there too.


She is pretty sure she recognizes flirty banter when she sees it, and she's not really liking that she's seeing it between Devin and May. She's not liking it at all.


"Well then why is he still here?" she asked again, trying not to sound like she cared very much.
 
May shrugged, not really noticing Sheena's hidden emotions. "If anyone wants to, they can kick him out. I mean, I would try, but he'd just pin me to the seat or something." Devin chuckles at this and May doesn't even spare him a glance, she looks at Jason, "You alright Jason?" She had no issues with the kid driving, she'd done worse at 13.


Devin smirks at Sheena, he notices something about her. Almost like shes jealous. His eyes flickered between them both before he spoke with a grin and jokey tone, "Aw don't worry Sheena, I won't take your besty away from you." He then gave everyone in the car a sweep of his eyes, "Go ahead, try to kick me out." He sighed and leaned back, his head resting against the palm of his hands, his elbows sticking out as he showed how comfortable he was. "I wasn't Lust--May's body guard just 'cause I'm awesome." May glared at him, "Will you shut up about the past?" He looked away from her piercing gaze quickly with the nod of his head, he knew she didn't like her past at all...who would?
 
Sheena stiffens noticeably, her eyes narrowing, and her stomach drops at Devin's look and tone. If she didn't know better she would think he knows, somehow, what she's thinking, how she feels. Shit...


She seriously considers trying to kick him out, but reluctantly rejects the idea. What if he really could kick her ass? After all, she can't wolf out just whenever she feels like it, and he obviously outweighs her. In her human form she's not exactly super strong. It would be embarrassing if he actually kicked her ass.


Damn it.
 
Jason sat lightly in his seat, both hands on the wheel and feet resting on the pedals. He listened half-heartedly to conversation, distracting himself by scrutinizing the countryside; it was mostly empty, with patches of forest and fields. They had gone on a quiet path, by now far away from Long Island.


He wasn't really thinking anything. Just allowing himself to focus on driving, staying between the lines, and letting the drama unfold by itself in the backseat. He wondered how Hood was doing.


At the moment, Jason paused at a T-turn, thought for a moment, and turned left. He hadn't been paying the most attention on the drive there, but figured he could make his way back. He had stopped at a turn to let another minivan go by, when he heard his voice from behind; "Uh, I'm doing fine," said Jason. "Not too far left." His driving was fairly smooth, never straying over the lines and not too jerky. At least, finally, he was being helpful...
 
As the other returned a grin, Hood's grin widened, seeming as if it would nearly split his lips in two at the edges. This other was an interesting sort of person. However, the more and more he spoke, the less that Hood found himself enjoying his presence. "Devin, you say?" he spoke simply, as if going over the name in his head repeatedly. "Hmm."


Before he could speak further, May interjected, words as sharp as daggers. Not speaking for a moment, he moved back and forth, watching the interaction between the two of them. It was interesting, but only fueled his dislike for the other more. It was illogical to want someone that had no intention of returning the feeling.


Blinking away his thoughts, he gave a nod toward Devin. "Yes, I am known as such," he explained, tilting his head as Sheena spoke of kicking the other out. Before he could place his own opinion, however, Devin was speaking again, talking of dying rather than leave the girl's side. This caused more interactions between them, causing Hood to give a light sigh. This was all bothersome... disrupting the sense of normal they'd had before with these various additions to the group was beginning to grate at him.


Giving a bit of a frown, his eyes darkened and he looked toward Devin. "As much as I would like to kick you out, I am assuming you'd put up some sort of struggle and I'd rather not endanger the others. Though you speak of protection, your mindless defending of your actions show otherwise," he began, rapping his fingertips against the van's floor. The Lycanthrope side of the Host was beginning to feel on edge, wanting action from all of this. Hood simply pushed it away and continued. "There is not much of a reason for you to be here, as you seem unwanted. So, it would seem we have an awaiting conflict at our next stop. You ARE a very interesting fellow, but if 'push comes to shove', I've no issue with forcing your exit in whichever way seems appropriate."
 
Devin looked at Hood as he spoke, his grin fell when the man-thing spoke of forcing Devin to exit. No way. His eyes hardened, and he looked out the window rather than at anyone. "Go ahead. Should be fun." He shrugs and stretches slightly, "Although I know where you are headed anyway. So I'd just go there." He frowned and looked at May, "Speaking of which, what about your.." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing she hated to talk about it, "Your uh, um...Father?" May's body visibly stiffened but she spoke with a hard tone, "He's dead." Devin looked a bit shocked at first, then smiled lightly, his voice soft, "Well done." May didn't response besides her back stiffening a bit more, Devin looked to Hood finally, "What makes me any less wanted than any of you guys anyway? What are you, besties or something?" He looked around at them all, "More like a bunch of misfits who somehow found eachother." May rolled her eyes, "You should fit in perfectly then. You're not exactly normal either are you Devin?" He didn't respond and cast his eyes out the window again. What had he done to annoy this Hood guy?
 
Feeling May stiffen against her, Sheena hesitates, then slides her arm around her, more to comfort than receive comfort now, but she can't resist smiling when Hood makes his dislike plain. Glancing back at Kira, she cannot tell what the girl is thinking, or Jason either for that matter. She goes silent, then closes her eyes, not to sleep so much as to try to rest...and she really doesn't feel like talking to Devin more than she has to either.


Then again, if she closes her eyes she might miss him making eyes at May.


(time skip to arriving at May's dad's house? anyone not ok with that?)
 
(I'll assume so lol) As Jason pulls the car into May's father's driveway, Sheena wakes with a start. Sitting up slightly, blinking, she squints towards the house, slow to want to withdraw from the car just yet. She isn't sure why, but the hair is standing up on the back of her neck. Something feels different...something feels wrong.
 
Kira awoke with a gasp. She looked at the blood and then held back a scream as she remembered Zack. She looked at the others. "Are....we...here?" She said strubbling over her words as she holds back the erge to cry again. She slowly moved up with the others. Her gaze fell upon May and then Hood. She tried to ignore May's friend. She was probably the least liked of them all. She pushed that down only beating herself up over Zack.
 
Looking back at Kira, Sheena nods, seeing in her expression and pain in the surface of her eyes that she is still deeply troubled. She nods, replying briefly. "Uh, yeah, we're here."


She is tempted to say "home" but stops herself just in time. Glancing at May, realizing that the house will probably provoke awful memories for her, especially if Joe and Hood left the body inside...god, it must look and smell terrible by now if they did. She squeezes May's shoulder, then reaches back for Kira after a moment's hesitation, touching her arm. "You okay?"
 
Kira looks at sheena and then attempts a smile but fails. "I will be..." she said and then looked down repeating silently. "Yeah....I will be." she sighed deeply having an image of zack stuck in her mind. The pain had never left from losing her parents and now she had to deal with zack's death. She was like a ticking time bomb waitin to be set off in tears. She set a hand on sheena's. "Thank you." she said before letting her hand drop off of sheena's.
 
May has stayed awake the whole time, not making any more conversation with Devin, with anyone. She is thinking, about the house. Her house. She needed to start calling it that. She knew what she was going to do though. Make it like it used to be, how her Mum had the house before she fell ill. Fresh paint, flowers, clean surfaces. The lot.


"We're here May." Devin's voice is soft, but loud, and it shocks May out of her thoughts, causing her to jump lightly. She immediently acts as if it never happens and nods stiffly, "Y-Yeah." She almost growls at her voice, sounding so weak and pathetic, and quickly speaks after it, trying to act as if it never happened, "No need to tell me Devin. I know my own house." She empthasizes the 'my' in the sentence, just to reassure them all, and herself. Devin frowns at the back of her head, "You sure you're alright about going back in there, after what happened with him?" She now whips her head around to glare at him, "I appreciate that you are trying to be kind Devin. But can you please just not talk about it?" He frowns at her still, then speaks quietly, "I just want to make sure someone's there for you." She got up now, releasing Sheena and glaring at Devin with her fists clenched. Her usual, calm, composed self that had slowly been slipping away vanished now as she spoke bitterly, shooting daggers at him with her eyes, although her voice had that hint of almost-about-to-cry in it, "Well no-one was there for me were they Devin?" She glared at him, her only way of holding back the tears was to become angry instead, her eyes silently accusing, not as if she only blamed him, but as if she blamed everyone, blamed everyone for not noticing what was happening to the innocent girl that was once Siran. "So it doesn't really matter who is there or not there for me now. Because it happened, no-one helped but I got away, it's over. He's dead." She grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, storming out of the car and heading back to the house, once her back was turned to them a few disobedient tears trickled down her cheeks but her shoulders didn't shake and she wiped them away before anyone could catch up and see them.


Devin sighed once she had left the car, groaning lightly and covering his face with his hands, "Way to go Devin. Great way to get a girl, bring up her rapist father why don't ya'?" He then removed his hands from his face and scanned the others in the car, silently thinking of how each of them would possibly try and remove him from their little 'group' And thinking of ways to make sure they didn't succeed.
 
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