Matt was running and running, his legs hurt and his head didnt feel much better, his hands were stiff of the cold and his hair was soaking with the cloud`s tears.

He ran for about a halfhour untill he stopped at a shop known as the "Jessie`s Candyland." he bugged his eyes at the glass and at sight of sweets his stomach screamed,

Matt hardly cared for sweets, but chips could always make their way in him, he digged in his pocket and realized that his wallet was in his bag, and due to the melodramatic running he forgot to take the bag with him.

He sighed annoyed and kicked against the graffiti-painted wall...where was he?

Surely he wasn`t in Worksop anymore, or atleast not in South Worksop, he didnt recognize anything, not the shops nor the people.

Back in Worksop, where he lived for the past 12 years (He was nine years old when he had to live with his grandmother for a year and a half.) he knew all the people, not personally enough though, but he recognized them, all the people back there were the same, idiotic classy,old tyrant-like men, or simply old rich woman with too much time on their hands, or either teenagers who like him were forced to live in that small neighbourhood.

And Matt was quite intimidated by these women, and there was much to be desired to have a proper conversation with them.

Why did I run anyway? God, what a idiot, he thought about himself.

He sat on the stairs of a odd-looking apartment, next to a text saying "Forgive My Sins."

Forgive my sins huh? He sighed.

Was I scared? The boy considered this. Fuck no, how could I be scared of that bastard? why was he there anyway? cant he just get lost, and oh I dont know, drop down the nearest cliff?

Matt shook his head, wondering what the hell he was thinking, wishing tears uppon others just brought tears uppon yourself, even he with his 13 year old body knew that, living with his drunk grandmother for a year and a half had proven that much, and that was the only thing he learned living with that now dead woman.

Again out of boredom he digged his hands and was surprised to find his leather gloves in them, he smiled as if plotting to blow up the world, with a fast motion he put them on, ignoring the fact that they were a little too small for him.

He looked up the sky, it was still raining, he had no intention whatsover to go home drenched.

Oh well, He finally tought. Who knows how long this rain is going to continue, and im wet already. He looked around and spotted a bunch of homeless men putting their sleepingear next to him and lying down as if Matt wasn`t there. I solemnly refuse to spend a night sleeping out.

He jumped up trying to not awake the hobo who seemed to be engrossed in his dream.

Two minutes later, he completed the impossible mission of finding a person who didnt look like a whore or were shifting suspiciously in their pockets and murmmuring something to someone else;Drug dealers.

He politely asked the lady what time it is,

But instead of getting the answer he wished for the woman shot him a dissaproving look and hurried to no where in particular, as if she wanted to escape from something as fast as possible.

If this was an anime serie, Matt would turn blank and perish.

But God forbid this being a anime serie, and unfortunately such thing is not possible and he just frowned weirdly and shot her a sarcastic look.

"Tch Tch!"

Matt looked at the source of the sound.

"Tch Tch!" It repeated, "Oi you fella!"

Matt was momentairly thrown by the fact that someone called him "Fellah."

"For God`s sake kid, look to your right." A old female voice said somewhat irritated.

Matt followed the indication and saw a woman who looked like she might be around 600 yeats old waving at him and making a movement that said; "Come Here."

Just incase the lady might not be the 600 year old lady Matt thought she was and was instead an Arabian Al-Quaeda terrorist about to kidnap him and sell off his organs in peices to creepy old men, he checked the building she was in and to his surprise it was the same. "Jessie`s Candyland." shop from earlier, he stepped and reached to door, he was about to eye her carefully but the woman had grabbed his shoulder and pushed im in the shop.

"What the he-"

The woman intterupted him though. "What in the world is a boy like you doing in a place like this?" She asked and took out a muffin from the fridge and handed it over without asking wheter he wanted it or not.

But Matt bit it because it was rude if he did otherwise.

"Umm...Ma`am-"

Again, intterupted. "Christ and Maria, spare me the formalities, call me Jessica, or Jessie, as you wish."

"Uh, right, Jessica-" He felt odd calling a woman who appeared 600 years old by her first name.

"Fancy the muffin?" She said.

"Yeah,uhm-" He said surprised by his reply, he was never a big fan of chocolate muffin`s, actually he hated chocolate, white chocolate was okay, but black or milk...?

"Good boy, you aren`t from around here are you?" She hit right in the bull`s eye, fierce 600 year old.

"Right, Miss, not to sound rude bu-"

"Jessica boy, Jessic-" Now it was Matt`s turn to intterupt her.

"Can you stop intterupting me and listen?" He sighed annoyed.

The old lady smiled and nodded.

"Where am I What time is it, how did you know im not from here and how do you bake such good muffins."

"Kids these days have no sense in their word choice."

Matt wondered what this woman ment with that.

"However, I like your addittude."

Shivers ran his spine.

"But before I answer, I should ask you what you are doing here."

Matt looked sheepish. "That is of no interest."

"Ay it is, see we are not in Worksop, its Manchester, the press call this place the Graffiti Town, Drug wonderland and the town with the best bakery in England."

Matt blinked, wondering if everyone who reaches the 600 years of age looses sense of modesty.

It was then he realized what she said. "...Manchester?"

"Ay."

"Oh God." He wondered how in the world he reached Manchester.

The old woman looked bored. "Why what`s with the face?" She asked.

"...Manchester?" He repeated.

"For god`s sake yes Manchester, think of a man playing chess."

He brushed his hair with his hand. "Manchester?" He said now in disbelief.

"Christ, tell me boy where do you live?"

Matt didnt answer her though, his mind was running in the course of how he was going to go back to Worksop with no money and the rain storming harder every minute.

"Do you have your parents phone number?" Jessica asked, not offended in the least of Matt`s discourtasy.

"Eh, thank you for everything ma`am, I mean, Jessica, but I must seriously leave now." He shot her a apogelic smile and looked at the cloister clock, it was five A.M and it was dark outside.

"Oi, think you can leave without atleast telling me your name?"

But Matt was already out of the shop.

He inhaled the fresh air and started walking, he walked around for about 50 minutes when he sneezed and stood against a painted wall, it was dark, it was raining, he was lost in a gangster city, his mother was going to kill him.

What am I trying to do? Matt wondered and sat down on the wet floor, he looked down at his boots and didnt part his gaze.

Somehow the idea of being in a dark dead ended street with nothing but walls around him was not the safest.

But he hardly had the patience to look for a better place, ten minutes passed and he thought he was going to fall asleep plain on the floor, a man`s voice however awakened him. "You kid interested in crack?" A beaming british voice said.

Matt yawned and opened his eyes looking straight into the man`s eyes.

Shit...what is this? He observed around and saw three more men and two woman coming his way, suddenly it was also alot darker Matt thought he might have fallen asleep.

"Not really." He answered and stood up wishing to leave that place and never come back, he nearly reached the end of the street, too bad for him a blonde woman with a way to short dress had grabbed his wrist, she pushed him against the wall and with her perfect fake nail tickled his neck up, "You aint bad lookin` at all." The men grinned and walked closer, Matt was quite sick of it all, and without thinking twice he took action.

"I could say the same about you, too bad I dont like it when girls push me against the wall-" The girl was stronger than he could have imagined, but with his strenght he managed to throw the woman on the floor. "You gonna pay for that bitch!"

The men and woman exchanged glances, one of the men, the darker one, got out a pocket knife and snickered. "You heard that boy? you`re gonna pay for that."

A/N Im soooo sorry, I said Mello was going to appear in this chapter but I got to caught up with the old lady scene, This story is quite un-realistic, I`m aware, oh well.

I promise Mello will appear in the next chapter. *bows*

Please review :3

AAAAALSO, I am not from England soo I dont known how far Worksop (Is that even a place?) is from Manchester, therefore this whole location is fully fictional ._.