Quite the fall.

I gained consciousness. I awoke only to feel pain rushing through my whole body. I let out a groan as I struggled to my feet, I managed to balance myself for a few seconds- Before falling down to my knees, I looked around noticing, the area as an enclosed alleyway. My vision was blurred, but I could just make out shapes of objects, there were a few rectangular items placed across the ground, as my vision corrected itself, they revealed themselves as bricks.

I yet again tried to regain my balance. I was successful. I stood up and stretched, until I felt a piercing pain in my back. I groaned. And fell back to the floor. I looked up and seen a steel box. I dragged myself over, and glanced into the reflection- I gasped. My Tailcoat was covered in blood. I'm surprised I never noticed sooner, I tried to remove my blood-soaked Coat, Only to feel that there was something digging in my back. Pinning my coat to my back.

I turned my back on the reflection, trying to catch a glimpse of the item puncturing the skin on my back. I sighed as I seen a shard of glass sticking deep into my back. I started thinking what I was even doing here. How did I end up in a back alley? I shook my head. I placed one hand on the stubborn box, and the clutched the other hand around the fragment of glass. I bit my lip, inhaled- and slowly forced the glass out of my back. The agony nearly knocked me unconscious for a second time.

I exhaled the air that I had been storing in my lungs from the process of removal. I peeled away the coat off my body. At first I felt pain- but as the fresh air hit my wounds, it started to soothe the pain.

I flung my damp coat onto the steel box, I yet again stretched- This time there was no pain, just a feeling of relief. I walked into a small patch of sunlight- and stared up into the blazing sun. By the placing of the sun, It would be setting in no longer than an hour, So I'd best try and figure this out before nightfall.

I lifted myself on the Shiny, Dense box. It was made of a stainless steel metal- as my blood ran off my coat down one side of the cube- Leaving no more than a faint trail. I placed my head in my hands and forced my mind to rewind time. Telling me where I was before this alley. The only thing I could remember was taking down a giant bat like creature. Every so often parts of the past kept returning to me. Within then minutes I retrieved enough information. I remember falling, for what seemed like hours- which would have been no longer than a few seconds. I looked up, and seen a balcony. I recognised that particular balcony. Although there were several others, that one stood out, and not just because of the broken railing, or the fact that if I fell from any other height, no doubt I would have been killed. In fact- I found it unbelievable how I was alive and breathing at this present moment.

I slid off the box, and paced around- it felt as if something was missing. Someone was missing. Images of a young boy, with heavenly white hair and beautiful eyes appeared in my head. I snapped my finger and yelled "Hope!" My heart sank. I scanned the alley for a second time- this time I knew what I was looking for. My eyes started tearing up- If I've lost him- Suddenly I heard a groan, I silenced myself and halted, I whispered "Hope?", again another mumble- this time I could almost make out something, yet again- but slightly louder this time, and I heard a gentle voice say; "S-Snow...".

The voice seemed to emerge from underneath a pile of debris. I started to pull away at the pile of rubble, my hands were cut from the fall- and dirt got caught in my wounds. It hurt- But I just wanted Hope from under there. As I was pulling I caught a glimpse of his hand, I worked my way from there. Slowly recovering his arm. Then his chest. Then I worked out the area of where his head must be, luckily there were only tiny stones covering his face. But it must have been intensely painful.

I removed all the Debris away from his body. He was in an unhealthy state. His scarf was drowned in his blood. His shirt was ripped at the front- directly down the middle. Showing his torso, cut and bruised. Much worse than the wounds on my back. And for his legs; Large grazes rode down the length of one leg, and the other was too bleached with blood to make any marks. How someone so small, fragile and delicate as Hope- could survive such a fall was more than luck. It was a miracle.

His breathing was very heavy, almost as if he was struggling to take in the oxygen. I knelt down to him, "Hope?" He let out a groan. He was suffering way more than I was. I slid one hand under his neck, trying not to cause any more pain to his fragile body, I glided the other under his knees- and slowly pulled us both up. He groaned as I lifted him. But I couldn't just leave him there.

I looked around, I needed to find a route that would lead us to a safer place- and somewhere not in the open. There was only one way out of the Alley way. So I headed up and hoped for the best. I was gentle with every step, Not just for my sake. But for Hope's, he was in such pain to begin with. As I walked up the abandoned, Passage. I noticed up ahead there were some doors. By the looks of it; abandoned homes. We must be in the slums of a large city. By the structure of the buildings, it was surely Palumpolum.

As I progressed down the corridor, I could here gunfire and fighting. I halted to a stop, and focused on the distant combat. People screaming, and deep voices laughing.

As I tuned back into my current location; I heard a voice. "Hey boss, I think I found something!" I looked up the corridor and seen shadows in the distance. I looked around for a place to hide. There was a single door to the left of me. I knelt down and lent Hope against my knee as I tried to open the door, it was locked. I looked again up the corridor, the shadows were larger and sounds of footsteps. I gently but quickly picked up Hope and rested my back on the door, "Brace yourself kid!" He didn't respond.

I slammed the door with the heel of my foot, the first blow only made a hole in the door, the second strike however- flew the door wide open. I ran into the house. Placed snow on the nearby table, and shut the door, I noticed a refrigerator to the left of me, I ran over to it and pursued a against it with my hands. The rectangular storage unit toppled over in front of the door. Not what I planned. I grabbed a chair and placed it on top of the fridge, helping it support the door. I no longer needed to worry about that entrance.

I turned around and looked over at Hope, He seemed so helpless. I walked over to him. "Hope?" I waited for a response.

Hope slowly opened one eye, "W-wh- S-sn" I smiled. "It's going to be okay, Kid" I carefully picked him up again. Who knows how long we would be in this house. But until the gunfire and combat stopped. It could be awhile.

I looked around. This house only had one level. It was kind of a relief as I wouldn't have to continue to carry Hope up and down the stairs. Once Hope recovered it would be a lot easier for him to get around until full recovery.

After scanning the area fully. There was one master room with a double bed. A bathroom and a kitchen which joined with the Living area. It was small. But I'm sure we could manage. There was a decent amount of food stocked in the cupboards, I also removed the resources from the toppled fridge. The ones that happened to survive anyway. I had placed Hope on the Sofa. He seemed to be comfortable. He would have been better off in the bedroom, But I didn't want him to be alone. I looked through the resources and found a few cans of Leyak soup. Everything else involved chewing, and Hope just didn't have the energy. I pulled out a pan from the cupboard beneath the sink. Turned on the stove- and placed the pan on top. I opened a can of the soup and emptied it into the pan. I gave it a quick stir, and left it for a few moments to check on Hope.

The sofa wasn't exactly large, it could barely fit Hope on, his legs hung off the side. There were two single sofa's across the other side of the living area and a square footstool. I could most certainly make them that into a larger resting resource.

I picked up the coffee table and placed it against the front door- I wasn't taking any chances. I walked back over into the Living area. I pushed one of them against the nearby wall. I lifted the footstool and placed it in front of the first single sofa, and finally pushed the last against the footstool. This would be far better for Hope.

As I was about to carry Hope over, I noticed his bleeding had most nearly stopped. All the was left was blood-stained clothes. He need to have a wash. I knew he couldn't do it himself. This would be one of the many things I would have to help Hope with over the next few days, Maybe weeks. I paced over to the stove and lower the flame, giving me more time to wash Hope, and rest him again.

I then paced over to the bathroom, there was no shower. Only a bathtub. It was a relief as I would never be able to shower Hope. I inserted the plug, and turned on the hot water. I went back through to get Hope. Again I had to carry him. The state he was in, he won't be walking for at least a week.

As I looked at him, he was cuddling up to a cushion that was placed on the sofa- He looked so sweet. I didn't want to disturb him. But he needed to be cleaned. I pulled him into my arms softly. He moaned as I woke him up- He shook his head and opened his left eye, "Hey kid, I'm just going to help you clean yourself up." He nodded, but he didn't really know what was going on.

I carried him through into the bathroom. The bathtub was half full. He sat him onto the toilet. I turned off the hot water, the tub was steaming. I twisted the handle of the cold tap, I turned it on fast as Hope couldn't sit himself up forever. I turned it off the cold water, dipped my hand into the water. It was warm.

I slowly stood Hope up, "I need you to help me here, Kid" he groaned. I removed his scarf, revealing more wounds. This kid was covered in marks that would for sure leave scars. I then removed his shirt. And softly removed his pants. This kid has deep gashes down his legs. I had already removed his shoes before I placed him on the sofa. Off came his socks, and only leaving the briefs.

It felt weird seeing Hope like this, Not creepy. But, Nice weird. I wasn't sure whether I should remove his underpants or if he did. I placed my hand around the waistband of his briefs and looked at him. He gave me a faint nod. I slowly pulled his briefs down from the waistband. I dropped them to his feet and he managed to kick them off himself.

I took a step back and took a full view of Hope. He was injured from head to toe. I felt sorry for him. But I wasn't going to give up on Him. I took hold of his hands as he stepped in the bath. He stumbled on the first step, but I managed to hold him up. He slowly lay down in the tub. The she of the water instantly transformed from clear, into red.

He cried out in pain as the water seeped into his wounds. I stroked his cheek, "It's okay Hope". He nodded, I smiled. He trusted me. I grabbed the bar and Soap. I rubbed it around in my hands. I didn't know where to start.

[This is my first FanFic :| As you can see it's a little... It's a bit of a fail ;) But review it anyway please ;D]