Survival
Chapter one: The Deed Itself
The boy was eleven years old and living on the streets. I could go in to why he was there and what he had escaped from but the most important thing about him, as far as this tale is concerned, is how he makes his money. He makes a living by selling eco derived drugs, BlueDark to be more precise.
The kid stood in the alleyway waiting for customers to find him, keeping his left hand close to his handgun in case anyone wanted the high without paying for it. Relk Dun stepped round the corner and saw the kid stiffen, ready for trouble. He may have always put his hand on the gun when people came near or it could have been because of Relk's unsavoury appearance, tall, pale, ugly and badly dressed with a prominent scar that began on his chin and passed between his eyes.
"What do you want" the kid said as roughly as he could manage.
"I hear you sell BlueDark I want to buy some."
"How much do you want" The boy was more relaxed now.
"Five doses" they argued over the price for a while before Relk took the bottle and left.
Relk pocketed the liquid that was going to change his life so very soon. He was walking through the back alleys towards the room he rented. Half way down an alleyway he paused. He slowly pulled out his long knife from where it was hidden across his back. The weapon was actually a dirk, a one handed knife with the blade as long as you could have it and still hide it on your person. The handle was leather wrapped and the blade itself was scratched and pitted from years of being forced through metalhead armour. It was more reliable than a gun and more deadly than a knife, it had kept him alive for years. Relk studied every inch of it, and then he unbuckled the scabbard, replaced the blade and left it on the ground.
The building was going to be demolished and replaced in a few months as part of Haven's revitalisation scheme but at the moment it contained 8 small rooms and 2 larger ones which belonged to his landlady. The room Relk slept in contained a bed and a sink, and he had access to a bathroom on the second floor. There was no shower in the building which was partly why he smelt so unpleasant, although even with frequent bathing the stink of metalheads clung for days. Relk washed himself from the sink carefully removing all of the filth that was part of his normal appearance, and then he slowly dressed again. He took the letter he had written earlier that day and propped it up on the sink. Then he picked up a syringe and filled it with the contents of the bottle, five doses of BlueDark is deadly, take 3 doses in the same day and you dicing with the reaper. Relk had taken GreenDark a few times so he knew how to use the needle. For a while he just sat on the bed with the needle poised over a vain. His breathing became shallow and irregular and he began to cry.
"Oh shit I'm so screwed up" The needle plunged down and he emptied it before throwing it weakly across the room. Relk lay down on the bed and waited to die.
Before the drug took effect he smiled, finally he would be free of the world.
This fic was written for Nashi's Shattered Legacy forums where Relk is my R.P. character.