Woah took me a while to update huh? This is for Hope-Corven, just cause she seemed to like it. So this goes out to you! Its (very) short, but if you like it, I will update this on a regular basis. So tell me what ya think!
The sky had turned an even darker shade of black as the bloodied Christan staggered down the sidewalk. Dogs barked in the distance, and he could hear car alarms blaring from the local thugs screwing around like normal. He knew it wasnt Devil's Night, the night he was...killed. But he didnt know how long after it was. He didnt know much of anything, except where he was going.
A sudden noise from the alley made Christian start. He turned quickly to see an old bum come limping into view. Christian immediately felt a pang of pity for the man with the blackened teeth, and straw-like hair. The bum looked at him as if to say: "Yeah, I'm a bum. Are you gonna kick me around like the other punks?" But Christian just stood there. He couldnt explain why, but he saw so much more than this dirt covered, time worn man.
"What are yeh lookin' at?" the bum asked, his "accent" making it hard to understand fully.
"Why do you do this?" Christian asked quietly, hearing his voice was weird.
"Do what?" the bum asked, as confused as Christian felt.
"Lead this kind of life." Christian answered, "You have the power to do something about it."
"Like what?" the bum asked, throwing his arms out at his sides.
"Get a job." Christian answered. "Buy a small apartment, or something."
"Look. Yeh dont understand," the bum replied, looking down, as if he hadnt expected anyone to actually care.
Christian moved foward, and the bum stepped back hesitantly at the sight of dried blood on Christian's shirt. Christian reached up slowly as the old man froze, and held his breath. But Christian only placed his hands on the sides of the man's face. He didnt know what he had been expecting, but something told him to do it. The old man's eyes were full of not only confusion but fear as well. Just as Christian was about to move his hands, memories flooded through his mind. But not his memories, the old man's. He saw the bum getting kicked as he minded his own buisness trying to sleep in the corners of alleys, the teenagers doing it pretending they were tough, as they told him what a piece of shit he was. Christian quickly yanked his hands away, not wanting to see anymore, he didnt like thinking of the stuff that happened to bums.
"What are yeh?" the bum asked, fear replaced by awe.
"I dont know." Christian replied quietly. His voice got louder again. "You need to find help. Get yourself cleaned up and get a job."
"Its harder than yeh think." the bum said, but he stopped at the look on Christians face. Something told this old man that this boy knew what he was talking about, and that he could be trusted. "Okay." was all the man said.
Christian stared at the man a while longer, the two saying nothing, but understanding everything. Finally, Christian turned and started walking again, the old man watching him like he was a guardian angel or something. Christian took a deep breath, taking in the warm night air. He looked up, sensing someone besides the old man watching him. But all he saw was a bird. A big black crow staring down at him from one of the street signs. Its beady eyes studied him intently, and Christian stopped. The crow cocked his head, and let out a cackle, before flying away into the shadows.