An old black pickup truck slowly cruised through the neighborhood and stayed silent, not idling or speeding up, as the driver tried to make sure nobody was aware he was in the area. Ivan looked at each house cautiously as he slowly moved along. His coat had some small patched holes in it and his scarf dangled from his neck for good luck, his face and hands were dirty with a few random bruises on his face and knuckles showing he was unafraid of fighting. The nice side of town was the last place you would expect to see a character like him, but he was low on money and was getting desperate.
He slowly pulled to a park in front a nice house. It was a two-story Victorian looking home. It was painted a soft white and it had new dark red shudders, there was a nice garden of roses, while the grass was a new brilliant green from the yard being well taken care of. Ivan made sure to look and make sure there were no security signs anywhere, lights on, or any other movement that would show the owner of the house was going to catch him. Before he left the truck he pulled out his pipe from the passenger side and hopped out leaving the truck started for a quick get away when he got what he needed.
Very quietly Ivan picked the door locks and slipped inside when no alarms went off. He looked around quickly making his way from one room to the next. The kitchen was plain and looked to be clean, but well used by how worn out the stove looked. The dinning room was simple and only had a table and a few pictures hanging on the wall that looked to be of hockey scenes or of the rocky mountains. Ivan finally made it to the living room and realized he had hit the jackpot seeing a massive flat screen TV, a X-box, PlayStation 2, PlayStation 3, and a Wii. He immediately went for the TV knowing it was worth the most, but when he went around the corner of the couch he tripped on a massive ball.
The massive dog he had tripped on was pure white and barked in surprise but then growled and attacked Ivan sinking his teeth into his arm and clawing and shredding at his clothes causing deep cuts to Ivan's chest and arm. Ivan yelled out in pain dropping his pipe just out of reach and rolling with the massive beast on him making the coffee table hit the wall. A fast shuffling came from the level above and Ivan's mind was screaming at him to get out of there. A fast paced running came down the stairs then stopped in the living room door before the lights turned on. The massive dog that was attacking Ivan let go and dropped him running over to its master.
Ivan was too weak to get up and run and was bleeding heavily. The best he could do was look up and see the person that was sure to finally get him thrown into prison when they called the police. When he did look up he saw a young man standing in the doorway petting the dog not taking his scared eyes off Ivan. He was shorter than Ivan and was slim if not feminine in his body shape. He had soft, innocent, purple eyes, blonde wavy hair that reached to about his shoulders with a wild curl sticking out the front, and glasses that seemed to be slipping off his face slightly from the run to the living room. After studying the other boy Ivan's vision got fuzzy and he passed out from the pain, blood loss, and adrenalin.
Matthew stood in shock staring at the massive body in his floor. He easily saw the broad shoulders, silvery blonde hair, and large nose. He kept petting his dog Kuma and was trying to figure out if he was going to call the police or hospital, but had a different idea, and he knew he was probably going to end up regretting it.
This is just a prologue not a chapter. I am working on typing up chapter 1 now.