Mystery boy here. Not much you'll see of him at the moment. A lot more will come later. though.
Though keeping his distance, the boy followed them into the restaurant. By any circumstance he would not have been allowed into a place like this or anywhere near it, but at the sight of the kind woman's husband, people didn't comment on his appearance or stared at him. He was almost scared at the power the man held over the people around him. Once they sat down at a table, both adults say down next to each other, and the boy sat across from them, as far as he could. Maria tried to give him another smile, though it was rather forced since her chest hurt at the sight of him. "Hello there. I'm Maria and this is my husband Hades." She motioned to the man who nodded in his direction and then kept staring at his menu. "What's your name?" she asked in what seemed to him like the sweetest voice he had heard in a long time.
Regardless, he did not answer, and only stared without saying a word. After a minute of silence, she continued, feeling rather uncomfortable about the silence. "Well, it is lovely to meet you. Pick anything that you like and don't worry about the cost." She said and passed him a menu before opening one of her own and scanning it. He stared at her for a few minutes before reluctantly picking it up and opening it. He read a line and then looked up at her, not trusting she wouldn't attempt anything. A few more times of this and he convinced himself she wouldn't act up in public and calmly began to read.
Later, a waiter came and picked up their order. He reluctantly spoke, but inside, some part of him was incredibly happy that he would be eating something proper for once. The rest of the dinner went by without any sort of conversation, though he could swear the couple were somehow talking to each other with their eyes. He even got to eat dessert, and all the woman did was smile at him as he cheerfully ate his chocolate cake. The man paid for the meal and once they got out, the boy looked directly at them. He refused to believe he trusted the couple, but even he knew the fire he had started out the night with had greatly diminished. "You can come stay with us." The woman offered with that smile she always had. He looked at her and her husband in confusion. "We are staying at a hotel not too far from here, you can stay for the night if you have nowhere else to go." He thought about it for a second. Part of his told him about how stupid he was for even considering sleeping with some strangers, while another (and much larger) part begged for him to say yes, to not pass up the chance to sleep somewhere that wasn't the cold and hard ground. Without fully meaning to, he nodded and began to follow them at a constant distance.
Once they made it to the hotel, the woman at the front of the desk took a look at him but didn't comment. The woman, Maria, he reminded himself, asked if there was a nurse around. The other shook her head and informed her that she wouldn't be back till tomorrow morning. She frowned and continued on her way towards the room. As they walked in, the door was left open, giving him the option of following them. With one last second of resistance, the boy went inside and made his way to the living room. Maria went through a door to what he would assume was the bedroom, while Hades messed with the couch and turned it into a bed. Carrying her arms full with two pillows and a blanket, Maria made the bed and walked over to him. "You can sleep here, Hades and I will use the room over there. If you need us, don't bother waking us up." She gave him one last smile and went to her room to take a shower.
Slowly, the boy walked over to the living room and sat on his recently made bed. The man, Hades, went over to the door and closed it, locking it. He bolted up right and looked at him warily, but all the man only left the key in front of the kitchen counter and walked over to the door. "Feel free to take a bath if you so choose. There should be plenty of towels in the bathroom." With that, he went inside the bedroom and closed the door. The voice of the man was deep and steady, as if a silent promise of murder resided beneath it. Regardless, his tone was smooth and strangely calming.
Finally, the boy relaxed and laid down on the bed. He stared at the ceiling until he heard the sound of running water indefinitely stop, and saw the lights turn off. Minutes of silence passed before he got up and went to the other bathroom. He didn't have any clothes he could change to, so he would have to settle for his torn up ones. As he showered, he noticed that there was a small bottle of the soap he used when he took bubble baths back at home. He checked and made sure the door was still locked before he poured the whole bottle in and began to fill the tub with warm water. It took a long time, but the tub finally filled itself and he turned the water off.
Nothing but relief coursed through his muscles as he lowered himself onto the bath. After taking no more of a shower than what cold, rain would give him; warm, soap filled water felt like absolute heaven. He signed and completely submerged himself into the medium sized bathtub, leaving only his face out. He couldn't tell how long he had been there, just enjoying the feeling of the warm water on his skin, but he eventually felt himself become drowsy with sleep. Albeit reluctantly, he drained the tub and made sure no soap was left in his skin before getting out and drying himself with a fluffy, white towel. He then noticed there were bath robes folded neatly next to the towels, he put one on and washed his clothes in the sink, getting all the endless dried blood and dirt out of them.
He shut down the lights and listened closely. Being once again greeted by silence, he quietly walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. Out in the balcony, he hanged his wet clothes and hoped the wind would somehow dry them by tomorrow, so he wouldn't have to leave with wet clothes. Finally, exhausted from the strange day he had just lived, the boy threw himself on his bed and buried himself under the blankets, falling asleep instantly in their warmth.
Short, I know. Nobody kill me. I will make the next one longer. Or, at least, I plan to.