Haha, Okay chapter two then. I was forced to update this soon on pain of death and the threat of being chewed by Vesrawr through Tumblr and dA.

HERE YA GO SEALBOY~ SPARE MY LIFE PLEASE~

And there is a six hour time jump between the first and second chapter.

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Lamont yawned, walking along Pericolo Avenue as he did every morning. Except for yesterday, of course, when he had called in sick. I wonder if Worth ever got his boxes… Lamont wondered, stepping in one of the few remaining puddles from the night's storm.

"Shit…" He cursed under his breath, shaking the water away. He grumbled and stared with dark eyes at his soaking pant leg and shoe.

"I really need to stop doin this to myself….No wonder I keep getting sick…." He made a note as he trudged along.

Lamont checked his watch, hearing a cuckoo clock from a distant window. Three past midnight.

With the requirements of his job, Lamont had become somewhat nocturnal. Though he was always flexible to any hours should the need come up, his normal routine called for him waking up when many were going to sleep, and going to sleep when many were getting up. Of course, if that 'normal' schedule belonged to a teenager.

Approaching the more dangerous part of the neighborhood, Lamont forced himself to stay fully alert, especially at this ungodly hour of the morning. The next few street corners were what were going to end up giving him white hair when he turned forty. He realized that before last night, Worth had probably never gotten this deep into the city's slums. He'd gone deep, but not as deep into it as Lamont tangled with. He felt a twinge of worry, but it soon melted into pity for whoever tried to pick a fight with his friend. Worth had given Lamont a run for his money more than once in a fist fight.

There was a dark lump up ahead. Lamont struggled to make it out, and he could see slight tufts coming out of the form.

Just a mangy stray… Lamont settled until he could make out what little color he could. Lamont stopped, frozen as his entire body went numb. There was blood; pooled all around the body… soaked into the white coat. Lamont's subconscious refused to pull the pieces together and to accept whose blood was painting the sidewalk. Lamont knelt by his friend, setting a hand on his shoulder. He looked to the source of the blood. Bullet wound to the chest. Lamont went cold.

"Worth….?" He jostled his hand ever so lightly. Not conscious. That was all. Lamont swallowed, moving his hand to Worth's neck, checking for any sign of a pulse. He sat there for an eternity, senses strained to pick up anything that could indicate life. Seconds passed like minutes, making Lamont shake. He pulled his hand away from Worth's neck, unable to perceive true from false because of his shaking.

He had to get Worth back to his apartment. He had loads of medical equipment there. Even though all he knew was Worth had lost about three or four liters of blood; a non lethal amount, his skin was cold and he wasn't moving. What he didn't know was where Worth had gotten shot, or whether or not he was indeed, dead.

No…He's not dead. He can't die because of something I told him to do. Lamont reassured, guilt growing exponentially at the mere thought. Lamont got his own coat off, and turned Worth gently, knowing he shouldn't even move someone with a life threatening injury, but he had to get Worth out of harm's way. He tied the arms of his jacket around his friend's thin torso to stop whatever bleeding still existed. There was no indication of whether the blonde was in pain or not because there was only a slack and emotionless look he wore.

Lamont managed to lug Worth onto his back and situate his friend comfortably on his back with no extra effort. Forgetting about the planned drop-offs for that day, he started on the walk back to Worth's.

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Ves: I even made a lesser cliffhanger as not to be eaten. Can I be spared?

Everyone else: Chapter two woohoo. This is just gonna be about five chapters. Not very long. ^^

-Jazz