AUTHOR NOTE!!!!: OMG I have the best idea EVERRR!! YOU GUYS BETTER GIVE ME COOKIES AFTER THE NEXT UPDATE WHEN I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS!!!
Listening to: I don't Care by Fall Out Boy, Dispar by GacktSchizophren by Epinephrin, and Neustart by Panik/Nevada Tan.
"Ah! Fuck!" Mello slowed to a stop, panting, clutching his arm where the bullet had hit it. They had run for several blocks, so his heart was racing, and blood poured from the wound, soaking into his black attire and dripping down his fingers onto the street. Matt had been about paces behind Mello, due to having to carry Near while running (Mello had ditched Near in a dumpster after the first block of running. Matt took pity on the rather abused albino and dug him out.) Catching up, Matt realized just how much blood had leaked out of Mello and began giggling insanely, attempting to stifle it behind his hand. He dumped Near on the ground, and doubled over, laughing his ass off. Mello shot him his trademark "I May Be A Crazy Girlie-Man But I Can Still Kick Your Ass" death glare.
"What," he began through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low, "is so funny?"
Matt stood up, attempting to stop laughing. He extended his arm and poked the bullet wound, causing Mello to wince.
"Squish!" Matt burst into laughter once more. Mello growled in a feral manner, and looked like he might tackle Matt at any second.
"Dude…that's sexy…" Matt gasped between laughs. Mello wished he hadn't dropped the gun a couple blocks back, because he really wanted to hit Matt with it. His angry faces were NOT supposed to be sexy! He supposed the growl had brought the comment on, but still!
Suddenly, Near let out a low groan, and sat up to find himself in a puddle of blood at Mello's feet. There was an annoying noise coming from close by that he figured had to sound pretty close to the noise a ferret would make if you tried to juice it.
"Matt…" he moaned in annoyance, "PLEASE stop laughing…"
Matt gasped. "Fluffy-Nutters is awake!"
Near nodded, then brought a hand up to his ear, feeling where the blood had dried. He glared at Mello.
"Yeah, would someone like to fill me in on what happened after SOMEONE shot me?"
Matt prodded Near's ear and made a squashing noise. "Well, let's see…you passed out like a little girl, Mello got himself shot, then assaulted four cops with the gun he shot you with…and now we're wanted fugitives running for our lives through the dirty alleys of the city, fighting for survival daily and staying out of sight." He finished dramatically.
"Hm, is that why we're in the middle of the street?" Near asked dryly. He gestured to the dotted yellow line that he was sitting on. Just as that dawned on Matt, a loud horn blared, and he looked over to see a semi hurtling towards them.
"Shit!!" Mello yelled, using his good arm to shove Matt into the path of the truck, then pulled Near out of the way by his hair. Matt let out a high pitched scream and dove onto the sidewalk. Mello cackled as the truck narrowly missed all three of them, a new wave of adrenaline surging through him, numbing the pain in his arm. He jumped to his feet, invigorated by the sudden natural high. (Can you say danger junkie?)
"YEAH!" he punched the air with his not-bloody arm, and gave the truck driver the finger in his rearview mirror.
"'Staying out of sight' my ass…" Near grumbled, rubbing his sore scalp. Matt gave Mello a swift uppercut.
"You tried to kill me jackass! Some thanks for breaking you out of jail!"
"Well…well if you hadn't come, then I wouldn't have shot four cops!"
"Yeah, well you know who else came? YOUR MOTHER!" Matt shot back.
"Don't you dare even imply that you could ever sleep with my mom! Even if she was still alive, I'd never let her near the likes of you!"
"Both of you shut the FUCK up! My ear just got half shot off, and I really don't feel like listening to you two bicker! Let's move! Because, if you didn't notice, it sounds like there are about ten cop cars headed this way, and I don't want to get arrested for what Mello did while I was out!" Near yelled, his usually soft feminine voice cracking from the strain. Mello and Matt stared at him.
"I didn't even know he could cuss that loud, much less yell a whole sentence…"Matt sounded in awe.
Mello nodded. "I know, right…"
Mello stared in amazement for a few more seconds, then he yelled, "Shit!"
"What now?" Matt asked, sounding bored.
"Sheep's right, we gotta move! Listen to that! There's a whole frickin fleet of those things after me! I cant go to jail! Do you know what they do to guys like me in prison?!" he hyperventilated a little, imagining the horrors that would befall him at the hands of a man named Leslie. He shuddered, then grabbed Matt's shoulder with his good arm and shook him back and forth frantically.
"YOU"VE GOTTA HELP ME!!" it was suddenly apparent as to how much blood Mello had really lost, because he staggered, and under the glow of the street lights his face was deadly pale. He sniffled dramatically. "I don't wanna be somebody's bitch, Matt…" Matt patted him awkwardly on the shoulder.
"Chillax dude. We can hide. We'll be ninjas of the night, just wait and see. They'll never see us coming, then when they finally realize we're there—BAM! Too late!"
"Whatever…" Mello looked away, ashamed to have actually asked someone for help. That really wasn't his thing—people were supposed to plead for other people to help them get away from Mello, not the other way around! Still…his mental images of Leslie were frightening enough to kill a baby. (O.o)
"So…we're really on the run?" Near asked. If he had known how this night would end up turning out, he never would have agreed to come along. …okay, scratch that. He so would have come along anyway. Watching Mello was too much fun to pass up.
"What have I been saying for the past five minutes?! Geez, and they call you a genius…" Matt muttered sarcastically.
"I sense a flaw in this plan…"Near said under his breath, shaking his head.
"What, sheep? Would you rather go to jail or sleep on the streets?"
Near rolled his eyes, and gestured to Mello. Right on cue, Mello's eye twitched.
"Wait…Matt, you expect me to sleep on the streets? With homeless people…and…and…him?" Mello pointed to a fly covered drunk passed out against a building a few feet away. "There is NO WAY. EVER. If we're running from the law, we're doing it with class. Cause this body does not get raped by homeless bums. Got it?"
Matt glared at Near for being right, then put his hands up in surrender.
"Fine. Mello, what do you purpose we do?"
Mello sauntered off, snatched the drunk's jacket as he walked past, and tore the sleeve off of it as he continued to walk away. He dropped the rest of it back on the ground, and turned to the other two.
"Well? Are you coming with me or what?" He waited impatiently for them to catch up, then ducked into the closest metro entrance. He ran down the stairs, glad that it was late and the only people around were bums. Any normal person who saw someone using a jacket sleeve to tourniquet their arm would either faint or call 911. The bums didn't seem to care, so Mello led Matt and Near into the dim subway station. His brisk walk sped up to a jog, before he stopped at a tack board plastered with job advertisements, lost dog notices, business cards, and bits of used gum. Mello sifted through the junk, tossing aside several pieces of paper before a wry grin spread across his face. He held up an ad, cocked his head to the side playfully, and laughed as Matt's jaw dropped open. Near's eyes grew wide, and he looked, horrified, from Mello, to the ad, then back to Mello. Matt let out a squeak.
"Classy, huh?"