Hey guys, I know...I updated a little sooner this time then I usually do, but hey, this is a fairly short chap and it's done, so I figured what the heck and posted it. I hope you like.
Meanwhile, while Rioko and her two friends enjoyed themselves at the small gas station, Hotstreak sat in deep thought on a couch in his apartment back in Downy Ville. Surprisingly, he and Rioko didn't live very far away from each other, but it was just far enough to where they never crossed paths. His apartment looked quite similar to Rie's as well. It was old and rundown; filled with a few pieces of furniture and a couple tables. The only difference was that his was much dirtier then that of his younger sister's. Hotstreak obviously wasn't the type to clean.
"Could it really be you Rio?" Hotstreak asked as he stared at an old, torn picture of his little sister when she was only a child. He had been running old memories of her through his mind all morning trying to find some striking resemblance. Their hair is the same...but that's it. Oh Rio...I don't know if I want it to be you or not. Hotstreak thought, But it was you, wasn't it? Your eyes were so full of hate...so full of pain. But they were still your eyes. What happened to you? he sighed as he thought again of the memory of the little girl he left so long ago. You used to be so happy; so carefree. Even when times where bad. But now you... his mind trailed off in thought as he remembered what the teen he knew as Angel said to him the night before. "You'll pay for what you did to me!" rang over and over in his mind.
"What have I done?" Hotstreak asked out loud. He knew he never should have left his little sister the way he did those many years ago. "I messed up big time now. Stupid Francis!" he yelled at himself. Why on Earth didn't you recognize her before! It figures. The one person I care about...and I hurt her so much, she wants to kill me. As he thought, all Hotstreak could do was run through his mind that fateful day he so wished he could forget.
The deeper he thought, the harder it became to control his emotions. "Why did you have to come to Dakota?" he asked quietly as he felt a tear burn the corner of his eye. "Why? Why couldn't you have just stayed away like I told you to?" He broke away from his thought when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders from the wounds he had received the night before. I gotta admit, she has become pretty powerful for just a kid. Hotstreak laughed to himself as he wrapped a bandage around his bare, blood stained shoulder.
"Hungry." he thought suddenly; realizing he hadn't eaten since early the previous day. Hotstreak groaned as he stood and stretched his aching muscles. He was certainly quite fit as could be seen from his strong muscles, flexing back and forth as he moved. He ran his fingers through his spikey hair as he walked over to his kitchen where he reached into his refrigerator for a couple eggs and some cheese to make an omelet with. As he stirred the eggs in a frying pan on the stove, Hotstreak's attention was again drawn back to the memory of that night.
"France? Are you going somewhere?" the little girl asked when she saw him walk out of his room with a stuffed backpack in hand. "Are you okay?" she asked again when the older boy in front of her wouldn't answer.
"Rioko, I have to go now." the boy said as he bent down next to the girl.
"Why? Where are you going?" she asked nervously.
The boy wanted to answer, but all he could manage to do was smile sadly and softly brush the younger girls' cheek. "I'm sorry." he said; pulling her into a warm hug.
"What's wrong Francis? Why are you crying?" the girl began to shake as she felt one of her brother's tears wet the back of her shoulder.
"I love you." he said simply; fighting to hold back the tears burning his deep green eyes.
"What? Why..." the little girl stopped before asking another question as the boy slowly stood and began to turn away from her.
"Goodbye my dear little sister."
The young girl watched as another tear fell from her older brother's soft green eyes and began to cry as he walked away. "Francis? Francis where are you going? Please...don't leave me! Please...don't go..."
The boy pulled open the door and ran down the stairway of his old apartment before his sister could follow. He could feel his heart breaking in two as he heard the little girl cry after him. "I'm so sorry..."
Hotstreak was quickly pulled out of his trance when his keen sense of smell began to pick up the sent of burning eggs. "Crap!" he jumped slightly as his mind was pulled harshly back into reality. "Stupid stove...burnt my breakfast." he quickly grabbed a plate he had set out on the counter and scraped the half-burnt eggs onto it. Perfect, he thought. "Oh well...at least it's food." Hotstreak took his plate and a beer from the fridge and walked back over to his couch. As he ate, he scrunched up his nose whenever he got a taste of the burnt ingredients. Note to self: Never daydream while cooking...
Okay, so there was Hotstreak's chap. From here on out, he starts becoming a pretty vital character. Well...after the next chapter he does anyway. So, I hate to ask this again, but oh well...I have low self esteem when it comes to my writing;) Anyway, are you guys still enjoying this? If there is anything wrong with it, please let me know. And I don't mean grammar stuff...I mean like flaws in the story and stuff. Don't get me wrong though, I don't want any flames, just like constructive criticism if there's anything you guys see that could use adjusting. Thankx alot. Later.
