Disclaimer: Credit for Fairy Tail goes to its respective owners. :I Still trying, though still doesn't look like I'll be getting it soon.
Natsu grumbled as he was thrown to the curb. He had asked politely for food, and tried to pay them with what little he had left, but aparently it wasn't enough. Not only did he not get his food, but they didn't return his money. It was all he had left, the keys at his side, and they clankled in the quiet of the night.
"Dimmit... Just what I needed." He hauled himself to he feet, walking wearily down the street, hoping to find a vendor that would pity him. His face was smeared with grime, and his cloths were worn and ragged. The shuffle of drunken steps brought him into full alert and he snuck a glance behind him. Four men with bottles in their hands were following him slowly.
"Hey, kid... Those be some-," The first hiccuped, "nice keys. Mind if if'n we could b-arrow them?" Natsu glared at them.
"No, now leave me alone, I'd rather not hurt you." The largest blundered up, pressing him to the wall, the smell of him making Natsu nausious.
"Wrong answer boy!" He sneered. "Now we're gon' have ta hurt yah." Drawing a knife, he pressed it to Natsu's neck. The mage didn't want to hurt the drunken idiots too badly, so he kicked the man in the groin. He went down, cutting Natsu's neck a little as he fell. The dragon slayer swore and stumbled over the downed man's groaning form. His buddies let out small grumbles. One drew a gun and took wabbly aim as Natsu retreated. A ball of magic buried itself in his calf and he fell with a snarl, clutching the wound. They sauntered up and started kicking him.
"Looky looky! He's just a little baby when he's on the ground." One laughed and reached down, yanking the keys away from him. Something inside his mind snapped and he lashed out with a flame, wrapping it around the guy's neck. His eyes had widened, pupils dilated. His fangs sharpened and his claws grew on his fingers.
"Don't. Touch. Those." Natsu said slowly, walking towards the one he was strangling before snatching the keys. Suddenly he lashed out, ripping through his own fire and the man's neck. A spurt of blood covered him and he spun, slamming his foot into one's face with such force he flew into a wall and fell to the ground, the side of his head soaking slowly in blood. The last one standing scrambled back, trying to escape the terror of the dragon slayer, but tripped over the one that was still leaking blood onto the ground from the gaping wound in his neck.
"P-Please d-don't kill me." The man pleaded, scooting as far away as he could from the raging teen. Natsu grinned and stopped him with a foot on his sternum.
"I will." He pressed down slowly, waiting to hear satisfied cracking before he torched the screaming man alive, letting him burn to an unrecognizable form. Slowly Natsu calmed himself, looking at the destruction he had created. "What... What have I done..." He muttered, putting a hand over his nose to block out the stench of burned flesh. Scrambling, he ran from the street and into a more populated one. Shoving people aside in his haste, the crowd of eyes mulled over it quickly.
"My God! Someone stop him!"
"Is he bleeding?"
"What the hell?!"
"Call the authorities!"
"He's getting away!"
"So much blood! Did he get in a fight?"
Natsu blocked the multitude of voices out, his mad dash for the train scaring some. Spotting a little girl in his way, he swerved, running into a large man and tripped, pausing only to roll and keep going, not even bothering to listen to a single word he was saying. Making it to the train was no better.
"I'm sorry, it's departing now. You don't have a ticket." The conductor said from the stairs.
"Please, I need to be anywhere but here. Please let me on." The pink-haired slayer begged.
"Sorry, I can't do that. Please understand, young man." Natsu chased after him as the train started moving.
"No, please don't go! I need to get out of here." The conductor disappeared and Natsu took a chance and leaped for the last car, grabbing a hold of the roof. He hauled himself up and held tight, wind buffeting him and tugging at his hair and cloths. "I won't take no for an answer..." He growled lightly, a cold, harsh look drifting into his olive eyes as the train rattled going down the tracks.