Baccano: From the Streets to Revenge
Chapter 1
It was a hot sticky day in the biggest city in America. The beginning of summer and already it was blistering hot. I can't miss the subway, unfortunately I can't travel how I want to, across the roofs. I can't draw attention to myself if I want to find him unnoticed.
I steeled myself and went underground. I hated it. The trash in the corners, the homeless ignored, as if they weren't good enough to even look at. One caught my eye. He was in a worn out blue jeans jacket and pants with many holes in them, no shoes.
"Hey! Watch where you're going! Dumbass." A man yelled at me as I was turning around. He was the one who obviously ran into me. I felt his hand slip into my purse as if by accident. It wasn't. I grabbed it on reflex and twisted untill I heard a crack. All of that happened in less than a second. I put my other hand over his mouth to muffle the shout of pain he was about to give from his broken wrist.
"THAT was a warning", I whispered into his ear, " if you ever do that again next time it'll be your arm." He whimpered in pain and I shoved him away. I looked back at the homeless guy he was looking at me in respect. I felt a ping of sympathy for him, he is just like I was, alone facing the world, depending on the kindness of strangers that was never enough. I remember when I was in his shoes, or I guess feet.
I walked over to him and he seemed to sit a little straighter. I took off my shoes and said to him, "Here take them they look about your size, and the socks."
"oh no mam I don't need them I really don't. Pleas-"
"I insist, you need them more than I do, and as I just demonstrated I can take care of my self."
"Thank you thank you may I inleast know your name?" He asked as I stared to walk away in my now bare feet. I debated for a second he deserved my real name not my fake one .
" Lizan, just Lizan."
What she didn't notice was him looking on with a smile.