He stood outside the display window of the Weapons Shop, hands in his pockets, hood over his head, the weapons inside adorning the racks and racks on display for everyone to see, he felt like a kid in a candy shop, he reached his hand out towards the weapons and put it against the glass, he looked longingly towards the RPG, the AK-47, and all of the other guns that stretched along as far as the eye could see, he had to have one, he needed to-

NO

He told himself, never again, he was destroying himself every time he picked up one of those things, he had sworn off them after he had thoughts of hurting his friends with them, it was part of the reason he had moved out, he didn't want to risk… that was the last straw, he just had to resist the temptation and move on, he wasn't gonna sink any further.

Sighing he turned away after a minute of contemplation and moved on, even if he had to be miserable for the rest of his life, he wouldn't risk hurting anyone, that was the price of his happiness, and even if it felt unbearable some days, he knew it was the right thing to do.

He still hadn't found a place to say, what with his criminal status, he was too scared to make a move. At the moment his solution was to keep his hood up, but even he knew that was a shitty solution and it wouldn't work forever, eventually someone would recognize him. Even though he hadn't done whatever he was wanted for, maybe he deserved it… Maybe.

But he didn't have time to dwell on that right now, he had to keep on task. His friends could be hurt, or worse, and he wouldn't let them go through that for any longer, he had to find them, make amends for whatever this creep had done in his name, otherwise, well… What kind of friend would he be?

As he was walking he brushed past a man going the opposite way to him, He nearly had a heart attack when the man addressed him in a not so happy tone

"Hey, watch where you're going!" the man said, the man turned towards him angrily

He was wearing a blue army jacket with a red sweater underneath, he had a small stubble and bushey looking eyebrows

"sorry." I said

The man grumbled to himself as he continued to walk off

Ever since he got here it seemed to be one bad thing after another, first the house, then his friends, the robot, the wanted poster, etcetera, etcetera. Why couldn't this have just been a simple visit?

He sighed to himself, he still wasn't getting anywhere, he had no leads, no clues to follow, and no way of knowing where this crazy maniac masquerading as him even was, it all seemed so hopeless, but he couldn't give up, not for his friend's sake.

He was so occupied with his thoughts that he failed to notice the small beeping device that was now on his back.

He continued walking, relaying everything he knew into his head over and over, which wasn't much to begin with. Some guy was pretending to be him, had attacked his friends and made him a wanted man, he wasn't sure if he was wanted for attacking his friends or if he had already been wanted before hand, but that was irrelevant, he didn't know what had happened to his friends, if they had been captured, if they had made it out of that attack alive, hell for all he knew the guy impersonating him had been long dead, if the wreckage of the robot was anything to go by, but still he couldn't take the risk of assuming that, there was a high chance that bastard was still out there doing god knows what, if his friends were gone and that man was still out there continuing to do the same to many others, then he had to be stopped, you don't get away with murder friend, eventually someone always finds you, and they soon will.

But little did he know that this man had the same idea in store for him.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

Authors' Notes:

I'm a bit Iffy on this chapter, I feel like it could use another draft or two.

Oh well, this one was taking me too long to get out anyways.