Uh..hey guys. Um.. this is my first fanfic so I'm extremely nervous. I'm sorry if it's crappy but it's my first time so be kind. The title kinda sucks too but (wait am I allowed to say sucks here?Ah who cares!) I couldn't think of a good name. So please review.
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Richie was on patrol by himself. Mr. Hawkins had grounded Virgil for being home past his curfew again and someone had to make sure the city was safe. Richie loved patrolling by himself. Virgil was his best friend and he loved hanging out with him but sometimes he just needed some time alone.
The city seemed quiet today. A few rebels here and there but nothing the police couldn't handle.
He was just about to head back to headquarters when he saw it. A bolt of lightening. No, not lightening. Fire. Flames of red and blue lightened the night sky. He followed the light into the old junkyard he and Static usually go to. Sitting on a rusted old car was Hot streak, his face flushed and fire bolts shooting from his hands.
"They look like shooting stars don't they" Hot streak mumbled looking at the sky having somehow heard the blond teen arrive.
Richie followed his gaze. They really did look like shooting stars. "yeah".
After a minute he walked over to the red haired teen cautiously. "What are you doing here Hotstreak. Go home, I don't feel like fighting you today".
The older teen stared at the filthy ground, a fireball in hand. His face, which hadn't been visible due to the dark, lit up revealing bruises and cuts. At a closer inspection he noticed blood running the length of his lower arm and tears on his shirt.
"What happened to you?" Hotstreak didn't answer but he didn't need to.
It was more than obvious what had happened. His father. The drunk bastard who made Satan seem sweet. Even though Francis could fry him like an egg he wouldn't dare lay a hand on his father. He was the only family the boy had left. But of course his father didn't feel the same way.
"I don't want to go home idiot so leave already. Get lost!" said Francis frustrated after a few minutes of silence.
Gear was a bit startled at the change of mood but got over it. " Look Francis, first: obviously you've got some problems but don't take them out on me. Second: I'm not gonna make you go home if you don't want to but stop throwing fire you might hurt someone. And third: you're bleeding." (sounds like my teacher:^O)
"Mind your own business Pretty boy"Hotstreak said in a low voice. His anger building up.
"Sorry no can do. If you bleed out and die I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life." the red-haired teen shot him a peeved look.
"Look just leave me alone, ok! I don't need your help!"Hot streak got up and stormed out of the junkyard, his body ablaze.
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I know it's really short but I'm not sure what should happen next so help me out. Tell me what you want to see happen PS It's Yaoi!!!
