Beaten

A blood trail was painted along the concrete floor. Not many noticed as they were busy, and getting on with their lives. The circular stains seemed to be getting bigger, as it went further on. If someone was to follow it, it would lead them to a slumped body. The young male was breathing heavily, with his hand covering the obvious wound on his stomach.

"I wonder if they followed me." He muttered, squirming slightly as air touched his open wound. "Damn."

The world started to become blurring, and the man rested his head on the wall he had pressed himself against. A thin smile was evident on his smooth face.

"I wonder what you'd say if you saw me like this. Would you finish the job or would you just watch?" he thought to himself, before being snapped out of his daydreams by a loud and annoying laugh.

Three men were looking down at him, smug grins plastered on their faces. One was tapping a crowbar on his hand, on other was holding a knife, while the last guy had knuckle dusters on. A taller and groomed man came forward. He had an expensive brown suit on, and he peered at the bleeding individual through his dark sunglasses.

"Isn't this a sight? You, the great informant, sitting in a pool of your own blood. I used to respect you, until you crossed us. It was a mistake, a fatal one. My boys are here to finish the job, and then you will rot in hell for eternity."

A small chuckle.

"What's so funny?" the groomed man spat, glaring down at the laughing informant.

"You." He replies. "Rot in hell" HA don't make me laugh. I don't believe in hell. I'm an atheist, or did you forget?"

"Wise guy." Then finish him, and dump his body where no one will find him." The leader left, as the three crowded over the injured man.

A punch connected with soft skin, which sliced it open instantly. Several knife slashes where delivered, leaving small but deep wound on the man's body. He clothes where being ripped apart from the assault. The knife wielder, and knuckle duster guy stepped back to allow the third guy room.

He held the silver crow bar in the air; the beaten informant looked up to see the instrument that would possible kill him.

The bar swung down at great speed, but to the victim it seemed to all go in slow motion. Moments later, the informant found himself lying on his side. His whole world became a red blur. Pain pulsated throughout his body, and yet he didn't call out to anyone or even shed a single tear instead a grin stretched across his bloody face.

"What the hell or you doing" a booming voice sounded like a siren, followed by the grunts of men being punched and smashed against concrete.

After some time, all sounds ceased.

"Am I dead?" The beaten man murmured, before feeling his body being shifted. His eyes focused just enough to see the colour yellow, and the ability to smell stale tobacco.

"Hello, Shizu-chan."

There was no reply, only a deep sigh.

"I can tell it's you Shizu-chan" the informant coughed, blood splattering out from his mouth. "Are you happy right not?"

"What are you talking about, flea." Shizuo's voice was abnormally calm, despite being in front of his lifetime enemy.

"My head is killing me." Izaya joked. "Tell me Shizu-chan, are you joyous. I am at deaths door. You should be cracking open the Champaign." More blood was coughed up, as he spoke.

"Of course I'm not happy. I'm not the one that did it." Shizuo crouched down, noticing that Izaya's eyes were looking in the wrong direction. He figured that Izaya could no longer see, but didn't want to say anything. The two remained silent, but Izaya's head soon lowered and his hands hit the ground.

"Gah" Izaya sat up holding his throbbing head. His focus was still a bit hazy.

"Oh, it's about time. Welcome back to the living, Izaya" Shinra was standing by the doorway, looking at his mummified friend. Izaya simply tilted his head in confusion,

"You've been out cold for five days. Well considering you lost a load of blood, and had your head smashed in with a crowbar, I think you are very lucky to be alive." He sat on the chair by Izaya's bed. "I actually thought you weren't going to make it, but thanks quick thinking and good medicine, you're still here. Mind you, I'll have to charge you." The doctor sniggered. "Only kidding, you can pay me later."

"Izaya?" the informant questioned. "Is that my name? Where am I anyway, and who are you?"

I know for a first chapter it's a bit short, but I do hope you like it. Any reviews are much appreciated. Until next time ^_^