Eustass Kidd. Was a man nobody really atually understood. He had became a crimanal at a very young age. 16. Around that time something bad happened. He had been in a horibal gang bashing. He had been beaten so bad, he had ended up in the hospital for 3 hole months. In an induced medical coma. His parents had been told he might not make it.
But here he was. Eustass Kidd at 21. Surprise. Kidd wasn't. He told his parents. 'Even if they wanted to kill me. They wouldn't be able to. Because it's not time yet. Next time maybe.' His parents had been stuned into silance, from there crying when he woke up. It sruprised the doctors to.
Kidd walked along a dirt road. He felt the rocks thought his convers show's. They crunch beneth his feet. Kidd made a face. Then he thought 'Dame this heat'. He groned at the heat. 'My goddamn, my fucking lungs hurt'. Kidd stared at the air infront of him. 'Where's my inhaler when I atually need it'. Kidd continued to walk
The humid was so damn thick you could see, how it waved back at you. The south, was always like this. Expessilly in the summer. It was heavy. Like you wanted to stay inside but if you didn't you'd die of hunger. Well if your fruge was empty.
Kidd pulled at his shirt coller. Kidd could usually handle the heat. But not today. Still looking at the sky he countinued on to his house.
'It was as hot as this when my perents deid...Goddamnit. Gods palying a sick game on me... Well it sort of is my own falt' Kidd thought looking down at the light brown, graval road.
Kidd finally saw his house in view. 'Finally'. He got to the gate. Pulled it open, and it made a quite scriting sound. Walked in the gated area. It was not by any means a small yard. But the house, looked like a worn down doll house. Windows craked in certain places. Paint falling off the house. Poruch was inclined. From the right it went down just slightly.
Kidd walked the langth of the side walk. He jumped and skipped on step. to get on the porch. Walked the short didtantce to the door. He pilled out his key from his left pocket. Put it in the door. Kidd walked inside. Closed the door. And took a deep breath of the cool air.
Kidd took his shows off, and looked up to see a blonde haired man. They looked at each other for a moment.
"Hey, Killer." Kidd greated.
The blonde man simply nodded. Kidd had picked theis man up on the side of the road on the way home. Killer had been hitchhiking. So Kidd pulled over. But when he did, The man was injured. So he just took him home. Kidd didn't like talking about it though when the blonde man would ask 'Why'. Kidd never answered.
"You have fun alone?" Kidd asked. Still standing at the door. Bag in hand.
Killer said nothing. Kidd looked at him with the lake of answer.
"Whatever." Kidd didn't really care.
"Um." Killer made a sound.
"What was that, you gonna say someting." Kidd smiled at his bad joke.
Killer shook his head back and forth. And laughed.
"huh." KIdd walked thought the door way to the kitchen. He set the stuff on the counter.
Killer traild behind him.
'Like a lost puppy.' Kidd thought. Kidd leaned on the counter. Then countinued to take the stuff out of the bag.
Killer came, and stood beshide KIdd. Well Kidd took the things out of the bag. KIller scrutinized everything as it came out.
"Look, seriously do you have somthing to say?" Kidd looked. Trying to imagain himself look into killer's eye's. Since the hair cover the man's face.
"..." Killer looked reluntintet at first. "Yes."