Chapter 2: If... (2/4)
Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck!
Nero probably said that word on his head more than hundred times by now. Because he was running non-stop to get away from the police.
Why the fuck does this type of shit keeps happening to me? Nero thought in deep annoyance as he ran. He didn't look back, even though he could hear the police sirens behind him.
He passed through several buildings and he honestly had no idea where he was going. Come on! Run, run, run. That was everything on his mind. He actually put the stolen ring on his hoodie's pocket. Mostly due to fear of what would happen if they caught him without it.
Nero sincerely didn't know what to do, though he was really trying to think of something. It was late at night but there were a lot of cars on the street, which was a good thing, since the police couldn't pursue him because of it.
Above him, he sees a train station, with a train arriving. Should I get that train? He asked himself. His doubt was short lived however, as he sees a police car at the end of the street. In a split second, he decided to make his way to the train station.
He climbed the stairs that led to the station and didn't care about buying a ticket, he just jumped the counter and ignored the guard yelling at him. Before running towards the train door and quickly entering before it took off.
Where does this train goes? Nero thought. He honestly has no idea how many hours has passed since he started running or why the hell he didn't got rid of the stolen ring already. The cops didn't saw my face because of the hood, I could just ditch the hoodie with the ring and get the hell back to the orphanage. He seriously considered doing that but quickly decided against it. Wouldn't work, they saw my pants and shoes too.
He decided to sit down on one of the train's seat. There were only three other people on the wagon that he was in. An old man wearing a brown suit and a black woman with curly hair and a little girl sitting next to her that was probably her daughter. Nero looked out the window of the train where he could see the city. New York City, home sweet home. He thought in a somewhat sarcastic fashion. Sometimes, I keep having this weird thoughts. That maybe, I'm not really human. Could I be an alien or even supernatural creature? I mean, what the fuck, the Grim Reaper said that she was my mother. But how the hell is that even possible anyway? My parents, for all I know, were two junkies that bail on me a week after I was born. Fuck, even my name is probably fake, Caligula Carnby was the obviously fake name that my presumed father used to register himself on the building that he left me on it. The name Nero was written on my arm with a marker when they found me and that's where my name came from. So they just named me, Nero Carnby.
Nero decided to reach the left pocket of his pants o grab something, that something was a joint that he has stolen from a stoner. During Nero's sleepless nights, he developed a habit of smoking cannabis which didn't really have the effect that he heard about. He then reached his other pocket and grabbed a box of matches, which he also stole. Nero looked to the left where the old man and the woman were sitting and decided to go to a different carriage. He stood and entered the door on his left. On that carriage, there was only one person there, a hobo looking guy sleeping that smelled like piss and alcohol. He sat as far away from the guy as possible and lighted his joint. Smoking is supposed to be bad for you, but I wonder if it would cause me any damage? It was something that he was wondering as he inhales the smoke from the joint. If it will or not, I don't really care. At least is a gooooooood type of damage... He thought before exhaling the smoke, feeling a wonderful sensation. But when he did, the smoke that he exhaled came out as something else. Instead of smoke from the joint, what came out of his mouth instead, was fire. Fire that engulfed the train seat in front of him.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" That was Nero's instant reaction as he quickly dropped his joint and stood up from his seat to get away from the fire. He tried to make his way to the other carriage, but there was only one problem. As he was about to make his way out, he noticed that the hobo looking guy was still asleep. "Hey, wake up!" He yelled at the guy but to no effect. The fire was spreading through the carriage in a very fast pace. What kind of fire is that? Nero asked himself as the fire was spreading in a speed that shouldn't be possible. "Oh, fuck!" Nero yelled as he sees the fire quickly approaching the hobo. He quickly ran to the Hobo and started to shake him. "Hey!" Suddenly, the fire gets too close and Nero decides to just pull the guy. "Come on!" Nero uses all of his strength to pull the guy off the seat away from the spreading fire. "Jesus!" He yelled as the fire got closer to him and the hobo. Nero desperately pulled him as fast as he could towards the door to the other carriage that he came from. But as the fire was nearly at them, the door to the other carriage opened, revealing that old man with the brown suit that was sitting there.
"Oh my god!?" The old man yelled when he saw the fire.
"Help me!" Nero yelled as the fire was close to the hobo's feat.
The Old man quickly approached the two and grabbed the Hobo's dirty coat and pulled him to the other carriage. Luckily, the two managed to drag the hobo to the other carriage away from the fire. But when Nero was about to close the door behind him, he noticed something on the ground. Which was the ring that was stolen. Oh shit! Nero thought as he saw the ring on the floor. Without thinking, he reentered the carriage.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" The old man asked him as he sees Nero running towards the flames.
I have no fucking idea! He internally answered the question as he approaches the flames to recover the ring. But unfortunately, the moment that Nero grabbed the ring, the fire caught the right sleeve of his hoodie. "Ahhh!" Nero yelled as he felt his hand and forearm burn.
Luckily, the old man grabbed Nero by the jacket and pulled him away from the fire before closing the door of the carriage. "AHHHHH!" Nero yelled as he desperately took off his hoodie which was nearly engulfed in flames. He took off quickly, and tossed on the ground and started to step on it to put out the flames. "Augh!" Nero winced in pain as he looks at his arm. He was burned by the fire as his pale skin was pretty red.
"Oh my god!" The woman that was sitting in that carriage with her daughter yelled when she saw the fire.
Oh goddammit. Nero thought in frustration as he saw the fire spreading and the smoke filling up the air. He put the ring on his pocket before climbing on one of the sits and grab on to the handles and kick the window in with both of his legs, breaking it.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" The woman's daughter yelled due to the sudden noise.
But Nero ignored and kept on kicking in the windows to release the smoke that was filling up the air.
Meanwhile, the old man was trying to wake the hobo guy up but to no success and the woman and her daughter were at the far end of the carriage, hugging each other. This was the final carriage of the train, so there was nowhere to run.
Nero kept on kicking in the windows to let out the smoke, but he really needed a different plan quickly. My fucking arm. He thought in frustration as his arm was hurting a lot. What the fuck was that anyway?! Why the fuck did fire came out of my breath?! He thought in a deep frustration as he kept on breaking the windows.
"What are you doing?" The old man asked him.
"Breaking the damn windows to let out the smoke." Nero replied. "AAAAAHHHH!" He yelled in pain because of his arm. Then he sees that the hobo guy was still unconscious. "That fucking hobo is passed out drunk, he ain't waking up any time soon!" He yelled at the old man.
"Dammit," The old man spoke before dragging him to the end of the carriage where the woman and the girl were.
Suddenly, very loud noises come from the burning carriage. Nero is terrified due to the noise sounding like explosion. I got shot, hit by a car, and fell from a high building. But I really don't wanna know what be caught in a explosion feels like. Nero thought as he gets away.
"The train stopping!" Nero heard the woman yell. He turned to one of the windows that he broke and saw that the train was indeed stopping it. We arrived at the station. Nero thought.
As soon as the train stopped, Nero made his way out of there. The Woman and her daughter got as far away from the train as possible and the old man dragged the hobo out.
What happened after that was pretty chaotic. The entire train station was evacuated as the fire was on the train was spreading like crazy. Nero didn't stick around to see it though as he heard sirens from afar and he remembered that he was on the from the police.
"Ouch!" Nero's was still hurting from the burn and kept on walking without directions. My fucking hoodie. He thought in deep frustration as he left his hoodie on the burning train. Which was bad since that was literally his only jacket. Extra bad right now as well, due to being a relatively cold night. Nero was now only wearing his white shirt with the anarchy symbol on it, black jeans and old sneakers.
I'm really tired, not physically but... WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS SHIT KEEPS HAPPENING?! SERIOUSLY, FIRE BREATH! WHAT ELSE!? Nero was seriously getting overwhelmed by this, not that he minds having super powers but this randomness is really starting to piss him off.
The White haired boy looked around to try to pin point his location. "I really need to get myself a phone." He spoke to himself as he could really use a map or GPS right now. The fact that the street was pretty empty didn't really help. Upside, no more police. He tried to be opmistic.
Nero kept on walking aimlessly throught a neighborhood trying to find a sign or something. As he passed through he noticed something, some clothes hanging at the backyard of one the houses. One of these clothes was a white hoodie that looked new. Jackpot! He thought happily as he climbed on the fence and passed through some of the other clothes that were hanging there, one was a football jersey that was the same size as the hoodie and had the Thompson written on the back. Sorry Thompson, but your parents can obviously buy you another hoodie. Nero thought as he put on the hoodie. A little baggy but that's how I liked. He lift the hood up. Much better.
Suddenly, he sees someone turning on the light from one of the windows. Oh, crap! Nero quickly crouched and made his way out of the backyard. He walked pretty slowly to not make noise as he passed through the side of the house and back to the street.
Nero sighed in relief before he continued to walk down the street with his hands on the hoodie's pocket. He walked passed several houses but then something made him stop. Dammit, I need to do something about this damn arm. He thought as his arm was hurting. No way I'm going to the hospital again. Nero looked around the houses. Maybe one of them have a first aid kit or at least something I could put on the burn. He considered sneaking inside one of the houses. This is bad, but I really need to do something about this.
After some more consideration, Nero decided to sneak into one of the houses. He was deciding in between two houses. One on the right and one on the left. Left or right, left or right. He was trying to decide. There's a car on the one on the right but no car on the left. Nero noticed that. Maybe the owner of the house on the left, already left for work or something. But there could be people there anyway. He then lift up his sleeve to look at the burn. Doesn't matter.
Making up his mind, Nero decided to break in on the house on the left. He decided to try to enter through the back, so he walks through the side of the house towards the backyard. Where just like that other house, there were some clothes hanging there. He walked towards the back door and tried to opened but it was locked. Figures. He thought.
He then checked on a window right besides the door that was slightly open. That'll do. Nero proceed to open the window completely and squeeze himself in.
Luckily, he didn't fall into anything. The window led to the kitchen of the house. A really nice and clean looking kitchen. The first thing that he did, was approach the sink to wash the burn. AAAAAAHHHHHH! He internally screamed. As Nero was about to check the place for medical supplies, he noticed a note on the oven.
Meatloaf on the oven.
Really? Nero thought as he read the note. He opened the oven to check and there was indeed meatloaf in there. God, I'm starving. He couldn't resist and ended up grabbing one of the cutted slices and eat. It's delicious! Nero thought before grabbing a bit more.
But then, he heard a noise on his left. He slowly turned his head to see what it was and, there was someone there. It was a boy around the same age as him, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing red pajamas and glasses.
The two stared into one another for a seconds. Until Nero decided to break the silence. "Who made this?" He was referring to the meatloaf.
"Ummm... My aunt." He answered awkwardly. Before looking at something and cringing it. "What happened to your arm?" He asked Nero.
"A train that I was in caught on fire." Nero explained. "Speaking of which, I actually just came here because I need something to put on this."
"Why didn't you just go to a hospital?" He asked him.
"Because..." Nero had to come up with a good excuse. "No one can know that I been out this late." It was the best that he could come up with.
"I think, there's something in the bathroom for burns." He told him. "You want me to grab it for you?"
"Could you please, my arm really hurts." Nero was very thankful for that.
"Just don't make any noise or you'll wake my aunt up." He told him as he walked to the bathroom.
Nero on the other hand, just eat one more slice of the meatloaf. This guy is lucky bastard, I wish I had an aunt that made delicious food like this.
"Hey, don't eat it all." The boy came back carrying a few supplies with him.
"Sorry, I was starving." Nero apologized before he approached him to grab something to apply on the burn.
"What's your name?" The boy asked as he handed something to Nero.
"Nero, Nero Carnby." He introduced himself to him.
"I'm Peter Parker." He introduced himself back.
Note: Sorry for the massive delay, my PC broke, so I'm reduced to write on my phone.Thanks everyone who follows and favorites my story.