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Roger Davis was walking mindlessly through the streets of New York City. He stopped in an area that was well known to him, in front of the park where he bought his smack from Ramiro. While standing there impatiently he heard yells coming from the ally behind him. He turned around to get a better look and saw a big white guy beating the shit out of a scrawny blond guy with glasses. Instinctively, he ran and tackled the guy.

Once he had gotten him to the ground he tried his hardest to hold him down, but Roger knew the guy could take him. So he reached down into his sock and pulled out the ever-handy knife.

"Get the fuck out of here" Roger said in the most menacing voice he could come up with.

The guy put his hands up and ran out of the ally.

Roger turned to the small guy lying on the ground bleeding.

"Hey man you alright?"

"Yeah-Yeah I'm fine. You alright?"

"I'm good. What the hell were you doing in an ally in the middle of Alphabet City all by your damn self?"

"I was sleeping…"

"SLEEPING? Man you can't sleep out here. You'll be killed before the weeks over."

"Well, I don't really have anywhere else…you know?"

"Yeah I know. You new?"

"Yep. I'm Mark…Mark Cohen." Mark held out his hand to Roger.

Roger took his hand and helped him up, "I'm Roger Davis. Let's go get you cleaned up."

"Thanks but you don't have to…."

"Yes. I think I do. But hold on a second." Roger went to the back of the ally and gave money to a guy leaning against the wall.

"Alright man lets go."

They went walking on through what seemed like a maze. Mark tried to recall the path that they were taking but gave up after the 10th left turn.

"So where you from Mark?"

"Scarsdale…"

"Well you ain't as lost as I thought you were. What are you running from?"

"Parents…."

"Hey man me too. You need a place to crash? I live in a loft with my friends Collins, Maureen, and Benny and my girlfriend April."

"You don't have to…"

"Again I think I do…. Were here." Roger held open his arms as though presenting something beautiful, "Welcome to hell." Roger said smiling at the blond that was in awe.

Roger led Mark up some stairs and into a decent size loft with a small couch and little kitchen and maybe 3 rooms.

"This is home, and that thing lying on the couch is Collins. Hey Collins I brought something home with me."

Collins absentmindedly yelled, "Damn it Roger I told you we can't get a damn puppy."

"Its not a puppy Collins it's a person."

Collins stood up and walked over to the awkward looking man.

"Hey man I'm Collins and you are…?"

"Mark."

"Hey Mark. Aprils in the bathroom and she's been in there forever and I have to piss," Collins whined like a 3 year old.

Roger laughed, "Alright hold on let me introduce Mark to Benny and Maureen. Where are they?"

"There at Life right now. They'll be back later."

"Oh ok…" Roger headed over to the small bathroom and knocked on the door, "April baby Collins has to piss."

No one answered so he knocked again, "Ap come on. April?" Roger than said with questioning in his voice.

"She's been in there forever man. She ok?"

"I don't know come help me get the door. You too Mark."

Mark and Collins went over there and started slamming into the door until it gave way.

When they finally got it open they all three gasped.

Lying in the bathtub covered in blood and dead was April. A note in her own blood on the bathroom wall read "We have AIDS"

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