-Matts POV-
The wind blew icy frost into my face as I trudged along the busy sidewalk. I held onto school books, and papers for dear life. Basically they were my life. I swerved past heavily clothed people to hide in the small ally way. The brick walls blocked most of the snow storms wind. I shook off the collecting snow, and pulled goggles from my red sore eyes.
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Yo, Im Mail, But you can call me Matt.
22 yrs old, single, short, skinny, and I was told I have attitude problems.
Year 3 in Computer Geek school Expert in hacking,locking,braking,making...you name it.
I can do just about anything you want with a few good spark plugs, and duct tape.
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But, I wont brag..
I've spent most my life starring at a computer screen. Learning or playing. Games are my hobby if you must know. I guess if you know me. Then you already know this bit of info.
I dont have many friends. Well? Close friends. Now a day Friends, are drinking partners who help you back to your room after getting stoned. Or encourages of bad habits. Which I quickly adapted to.
Not that i'm against friends. I just haven't found one I would call my homie.
I rubbed at my blistered eyelids. I hate the cold. Why does snow have to be wet? Why cant it just be warm?! I like the warmth, But I'd rarely go out side to get it. Thats why man created the almighty heater!
I leaned against the cold brick wall, and pulled out a calming device. Another man made wonder.
I slowly breathed in the toxic air. Burning my lungs in the most finest way. Snow landed softly on my chapped face. When I leaned my head back to let go of the poison fumes.
I took the cigarette out from between my lips, and rolled it between my thumb and forth finger. I Watched as the soft red haze burned at the end of my addiction, and tiny snow puffs disappeared when it hit the ignited Cig. After a few minutes of smoking my life away. I decided The weather wouldn't calm its self. I tossed the butt end to the ground. Not minding to step on it. It was in snow. So no prob.
I Pulled my goggles over my tired eyes. Then decided to head home. I pushed my hands into my pockets and turned my face away from the fierce wind. Not wanting the whole storm blowing in my friggen face!
After so many minutes. I finally made it to my lonely one room apartment. I pulled off various parts of clothing. Dropping it to the floor As I made my way to the kitchen. Nothing, but a dorky stripped shirt and worn out jeans on. Shopping was in order pretty soon. sigh...
It was dark and quite. The way I liked it. I pulled out a random package of coffee from the cupboard, and made myself at home. The mixture of wind, honking, coffee brewing and stuffy quietness made me at ease. For It meant I was alone, and the whole world did its own thing with out me. I poured me a nice helping into my cup and wrapped my weary hands around it. As I drank It black. I made my way to the small living room couch. I slowly eased my cramped body down onto the soft sofa. Sipping on my black syrup a few more times before settling down for a little nap.
I woke to the mid afternoon, and the sound of nothing. I stretched the kink from my back, and cracked both sides of my neck. Then got up to look out the window. The cloud covered sun was mid way through the sky, and the storm was settling down from its anger. I sighed deeply. Still to tired to work on school work, but to awake to go back to nighty town. I decided to go on an adventure at that moment. I laughed to myself. I couldn't believe I was actually going out by my own agreement.
Retracing my steps from earlier. I grabbed my winter ware from the floor, and back on to my person. I decided to grab a book before leaving. Deciding against my PSP. I always get lost in the little world when I'm out in the real one. Books are just easier to lose on the trip...heh
I locked up. Then headed out. I didn't know where to go. So I decided to hop on a bus. Didn't care where it was heading. Just as long it would take me some where. After its 3rd stop. I pulled the book from my backpack. I read some interesting things I actually didn't know about. I didn't know how lost I got into the book until I looked up, and realized how lost I gotten myself. The bus stopped in the middle of nowhere. The sun was still hanging in the sky over my head. So I wasn't riding for to long...
I was on an adventure so I got out to explore new territory.
The buildings were old. So, yeah. I was in the older part of New York, Apparently. I stood there judging my surroundings. Either get back on the bus or Wait for a gang of thugs to behead me, and take my lunch money. I was swaying more for the bus, But it was already pulling away. The old driver dude was too death to hear my shouts.
So I went to go get stabbed instead.
I walked on the broken side walk that was more gravel then an actual walk way. I noticed the lamps that would light the way at night were all, but a few were busted out. "Mental note. Get back before dark." I looked at my watch. "5:37." Enough time to read somewhere then head back home. I walked for about 10 minutes through the ghost town. My guard up the moment I stepped foot on the old pavement. I decided a little later that It wasn't so bad here. It was quite and there didn't seem to be no one here...
My heart froze in my chest as I dropped instinctively to the ground. A loud "Boom" came from nowhere. My breath came a tad faster as I looked around. Trying to find where it came from. I heard the sound of more explosions, gun shots ,and of buildings falling down on each other. I ran to where the noise was coming. Not knowing what the heck I was doing. I wanted to see what was happening. "Curiosity..."
I froze, and my breath hitched. I looked upon a huge burning building collapsing on its self. Debris was being blown from all detections and smaller buildings were crushed under its weight, and by the power of the explosion. The sky darkened from the thick black smoke that burned through the air. Gunshots, and shouting echoed from beyond the burning wreckage. I part ran, and part side stepped to the dark side of a still standing building. The shouts and gunshots stopped after a few seconds. I still hid in my hidden hideaway. I then made my way closer to the burning building. Why? well... I felt like 007!
I stopped in mid tracks. A thin body laid on the scorched concrete. I stared. Not sure to leave or check on the mutilated body. Fire roared in my ears as I thought quickly to myself.
"Ah, Dudes screwed." I thought, then turned to ran, But the body limped in attempted to get up. So I lost all senses and ran to the charred body.
I dropped down instantly to its side. I was breathing fast in uncontrolled fright. "Hey can you hear me" I yelled, above the roar of flames, and wreckage crashing down on one another.
I rolled the body gently to face me. A boy about the same age as me with blond mid length hair. That was scorched. His person was clothed in tight leather pants, and a vest. That had melted to the left side of his body. Part of his face was eaten by the flames as well, And there was a nasty cut on side of his head. I starred in complete fright. I didn't know what to do.
I thought he was dead when he didn't move or open his eyes, But he then opened his one good eye and rolled it towards me. He then closed it. Then opened his mouth slightly. Muttering a word I almost didn't hear. I leaned in close to his face.
"Help."
I tried picking him up, but failed under his weight. After a few failed attempts. I finally hoisted him onto my back. I tripped and stumbled but didn't fall. I ran as fast as I could to the bus stop. Breathing hard and forced with every pound hitting the concrete.
"Don't worry! I'll get you to the hospital!" I huffed out with every breath.
"no...nooo...can't be...seen..." He stressed, then his body fell limp.
I didn't know what to do. So I ran to the heart of New York the best I could. I couldn't take the bus. Shit. I was doing all the work! I wheezed the few strong breaths I had left. Luck was on my side. I made it far enough to the city. I fell to my knees and waved helplessly to a taxi that slowly parked at the curb. The driver jumped out of the cab, and shouted a few things, but I just shouted my address back to him. Ignoring what ever was being said. I laid the mans body in the back seat, and then I sat leaning against him. Exhausted. I breathed harshly over the mans body that was bleeding all over the cab seats. I looked down at the mans face. who's mouth was slightly agar and eyelid barely open. It looked as if he tried to say something, But all that came out was soft slow wheezes. He lifted a bloody hand ever so slightly. I grabbed it, and held it tightly.
"Don't worry Dude. I'll help you. Just don't give up on me." I said, To a total stranger who I knew nothing about. But, first was first. I must help My fellow man. Right?
His eye stayed on me the whole time, but closed just a little after.
Blood trickled from the blond, leaving a trail as I hobbled along to my apartment. It seemed like miles away. I balanced the blond on my small frame. While I dug for the keys. I more or less fell on the door to open it. With one last grunt of effort. I fell on the bed with the burnt blond. Wiggling out from underneath him. I arranged him in a more comfortable resting position. Then went for the crappy First Aid Kit who lived under the sink. I ran to the bathroom. Skidding, and colliding into the sink. I fell to my knees searching in the sink cabinet. Desperate for anything First Aid-ish. I rummaged through useless old bottles. The sound of my heart pounding in my ears, and bottles falling to the floor filled my head up. I was freaking out...
I finally found the Kit in the kitchen. Under ITS sink. After this. Im going to buy about 20 Kits. I ran and grabbed my laptop before dashing back to my fried company. I fell to the floor, and opened my laptop. As It took Freaking forever I jerked my head back to the blond every other second. Well. He was Breathing, and alive. Thats gotta count for something? Right? I typed on the keyboard like a nut. Reading anything that might just help me out.
After My quick learning session. I done as told. I cut off what leather wasn't melted into his skin. Then ran to get as many towels as I could find. I laid cool wet cloths on the burns and on his forehead. Cause it just sounded right. After I got him cleaned up as possible. (which wasnt much) I covered his whole left upper body in bandages. I oozed a few liquid pain killers down his throat and sat by his side. After a while. His breathing turned from pained to soft humming noises. His breathing soothed me helping to calm my frayed nerves. With his head on my lap, and my hand on his shoulder. I feel to a well needed sleep.