Disclaimer- I only own Tyler. In this story Jesse didn't die when the movie
ended. Nope, he was just badly injured. Same with Letty and Vince. No Leon
in this story b/c I didn't think he was a big character (sry).
Jesse walked by the alley as he walked by all the others, he ignored it. Two men stepped out of it and suddenly it wasn't just an alley. They thrust him up against the wall. "You be friends with Dom, huh," said one. What a night to go out for a 2 o'clock stroll.
"Yeah."
"He cheated in the race and we're gonna take it out in your blood." Well this can't be good. Think Jesse, talk your way out of this. Get an open spot and run like hell.
"Let him go," came a new voice, younger. Jesse twisted to see teen-age boy coming out of the back end of the alley, adjusting his fly. Just walk away kid, just walk away.
"Look, why don't you run home to your momma," said one of the guys.
"Why don't you let him go," said the kid, popping open a switchblade. "If you can't think of enough of a reason, try this. If you don't let him go one of you is getting a knife jammed in your throat. I hope you've both seen a priest today." The men looked at each other and dropped Jesse, then took off. Jesse rubbed his throat.
"Thanks kid. What's your name?" The kid didn't say anything, just turned and walked to the back of the alley. He picked up a bag and started to leave. Looks like someone's been having a camp out, thought Jesse, looking at the cardboard boxes arranged in a way to resemble a lean-to. "You live here?"
"Not any more."
"Hey, wait. I'm not going to hurt you!"
"I wouldn't think so. Who's the one with the knife?" Point taken.
"What's your name? I'm Jesse."
"Congrats."
"Look, do you need a place tonight? A friend of mine has a spare bedroom…"
"With what, infrequent night visits?"
"NO! Nothing like that! Just a place for you to crash tonight." The kid jumped off the fence he was scaling and turned to face Jesse, giving him the eye.
"Tyler. Thanks, but I have to slide on the offer."
"Why?" Either this kid, oh wait-Tyler has a problem he doesn't want to talk about or has severe trust issues. I'm offering him a place to stay and he's going to pass it up in favor of a cardboard box?! That can't be normal.
"When, when I'm not where I'm supposed to be He gets mad."
"Who's he?"
"My dad." The kid turned and scaled over the fence, dropping to the other side and walking out of the end of the alley.
Well this was certainly an eventful and fun filled evening.
Jesse walked by the alley as he walked by all the others, he ignored it. Two men stepped out of it and suddenly it wasn't just an alley. They thrust him up against the wall. "You be friends with Dom, huh," said one. What a night to go out for a 2 o'clock stroll.
"Yeah."
"He cheated in the race and we're gonna take it out in your blood." Well this can't be good. Think Jesse, talk your way out of this. Get an open spot and run like hell.
"Let him go," came a new voice, younger. Jesse twisted to see teen-age boy coming out of the back end of the alley, adjusting his fly. Just walk away kid, just walk away.
"Look, why don't you run home to your momma," said one of the guys.
"Why don't you let him go," said the kid, popping open a switchblade. "If you can't think of enough of a reason, try this. If you don't let him go one of you is getting a knife jammed in your throat. I hope you've both seen a priest today." The men looked at each other and dropped Jesse, then took off. Jesse rubbed his throat.
"Thanks kid. What's your name?" The kid didn't say anything, just turned and walked to the back of the alley. He picked up a bag and started to leave. Looks like someone's been having a camp out, thought Jesse, looking at the cardboard boxes arranged in a way to resemble a lean-to. "You live here?"
"Not any more."
"Hey, wait. I'm not going to hurt you!"
"I wouldn't think so. Who's the one with the knife?" Point taken.
"What's your name? I'm Jesse."
"Congrats."
"Look, do you need a place tonight? A friend of mine has a spare bedroom…"
"With what, infrequent night visits?"
"NO! Nothing like that! Just a place for you to crash tonight." The kid jumped off the fence he was scaling and turned to face Jesse, giving him the eye.
"Tyler. Thanks, but I have to slide on the offer."
"Why?" Either this kid, oh wait-Tyler has a problem he doesn't want to talk about or has severe trust issues. I'm offering him a place to stay and he's going to pass it up in favor of a cardboard box?! That can't be normal.
"When, when I'm not where I'm supposed to be He gets mad."
"Who's he?"
"My dad." The kid turned and scaled over the fence, dropping to the other side and walking out of the end of the alley.
Well this was certainly an eventful and fun filled evening.