Henry was never good at introductions.
It really wasn't his fault though. Being raised away from people made you like that. It also made you go out in strange places and strange times.
So he was in the dark alley in the middle of the night again, minding his own business, until some drunks jumped him, probably expecting him to be an easy target.
Hahahaha...
So there he was, surrounded by unconscious bodies, dusting his hands off. Henry smiled a little. He considered himself a rather humble person, but damn was he good-
Agh shit never mind.
One of the assholes shanked him with a beer bottle.
It was kind of a surprise that he actually noticed it. It's just kind of hard for him to feel pain. Miriel says that he's got perferal neuronpath or something. He thinks that he's just used to it. Wow... never mind. That sounded pathetic.
Anyway, he's just standing there. Bleeding out a little.
Just a little bit-
Anyway he's just laying there. In his own little puddle of blood. Waiting for someone to pass by him or something. This might take all night. He's ready to live off the guy next to him-
Oh hey look footsteps.
Henry looks up and sees a girl, probably a freshman-like him, her back turned. She's kind of looking around, hunched, as if she was lost. He smiled a little wider. She looks nice...
"Hey!" he said (yelled). The girl stiffened, her strange pink hair straightening. She turned around, sweating nervously, wide-eyed. She looks scared...
So he smiled wider, putting a hand up. "Hello! I'm Henry. Can you help me out, I need a band-aid or something-" he was interrupted with a heavy flow of blood streaming out of his mouth before passing out.
The girl screamed.