Isaac POV
It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was just a dark night, but, whatever. I was making my way down an alley with a bag of food I had just stolen from someone's car.
It was easy, I always had some basic tools in my pockets. I was almost to my tent, if you could call it that, it was mostly made out of sheets that people threw out, when I heard a noise. I got pretty scared until I snapped myself out of it and thought,
it's an alley, I'm sure there are tons of noises, it's probably just a cat.
Plus, I had lived on the streets for nearly four years, I didn't know why I was getting so scared all of the sudden. It wasn't like me, I got through things by telling myself that I was tough, and had been a street kid long enough to not be scared anymore.
But that wasn't necessarily true, sure, I was tough, most people would back off if I threatened them, but every time I went to sleep at night, I felt like the same 10 year old girl on her first night running away, scared and alone. Very alone. I had kept on walking to my destination, when I heard another noise.
I turned around just to check to see if anybody or anything was following me, when, out of nowhere, a gigantic dog tackled me. I kept myself from screaming, only because if someone called the cops I would be dead meat. I kind of stole a lot of stuff.
Actually, I thought, I probably am dead meat right now.
The thing on top of me had wicked claws, it's teeth were almost four inches long in the front, it probably weighed the same as a semi truck, and it's breath was down-right horrible.
I had a switchblade in my pocket, so, trying to move quietly, I reached inside and slowly pulled it out. I flipped it so that it was ready to use, and thrust it into the dogs belly. I thought I had done pretty good, but right as the blade hit it's stomach, it bounced off of it's skin and my blade snapped in half because of the impact. I couldn't believe it, this thing broke my stinkin switchblade! My failed attempt did distract the beast though. He jumped off me like I was some sort of psycho. Yea, like I'm the psycho here. Who's the one who's breath smells like dead bodies? Not me, mister!
Since he got off of me, it gave me a chance to get up. Bad decision. My ribs were crushed from the impact of the tackle. I tried to stand up but almost collapsed doing so. I had to try my best though, I wasn't going to die then.
I stood up, ignoring the pain in my ribs, and faced the abnormally large dog. Now. was like a bear, but inside a dogs body. It had sleek black hair and eyes full of hate. Just looking into it's eyes made you want to dig a hole, crawl in it, and die. That option sounded pretty good to me, actually. But I couldn't, because right then, the beast charged.
And it charged fast.
I dove to one side right before it would have hit me, and it slammed into the brick wall behind me. I thought I was off to a fairly good start, but the beast was barely dazed. It got up and charged again. I tried my same move and it fell for it again.
Hallelujah.
But this time, instead of running into a wall, it ran into..
Was that a sword?
Sure enough, a black sword was stuck right in the middle of the beasts eyes. I looked to see who had done that and what I saw was almost as scary as that thing he just killed. Ok, maybe I over exaggerated a bit, but this guy blended into the shadows so well that he looked pretty scary to me.
He looked around my age, maybe a little older, he had jet black hair and exquisite black eyes. His hair was kinda long and messed up. I also noticed that he was wearing all black clothes, black converse, black jeans, a black green day shirt and black jacket. Black, black, black. He was kind of cute, in a punk, emo sort of way.
"Um... hi" I said sheepishly.
"Hi. I'm Nico Di Angelo."
