Eustass Kidd. He was a man nobody understood. He became a criminal at a very young age. 16. Around that time, something terrible happened. He had been in a horrible gang bashing. They battered him so severely that he ended up in the hospital for three months. In an induced medical coma, His parents had informed them he might not make it.
But here he was. Eustass Kidd at 21. Surprise. Kidd wasn't. He told his parents. 'Even if they wanted to kill me. They wouldn't be able to because it's not time yet. Next time maybe.' His parents had been stunned into silence from their crying when he woke up. It surprised the doctors too.
Kidd walked along a dirt road. He felt the rocks through his covers shows. They crunch beneath his feet. Kidd made a face. Then he thought, 'Dame this heat.' He groaned at the heat. 'My goddamn, my fucking lungs hurt.' Kidd stared at the air in front of him. 'Where's my inhaler when I need it.' Kidd continued to walk.
The humidity was so damn thick you could see how it waved back at you. The south was always like this. Expessilly in the summer. It was heavy. Like you wanted to stay inside, but if you didn't, you'd die of hunger. Well, if your fridge was empty.
Kidd pulled at his shirt collar. Kidd could usually handle the heat. But not today. Still looking at the sky, he continued to his house.
'It was as hot as this when my parents died...Goddamnit. God is playing a sick game on me. Well, it is my fault,' Kidd thought, looking down at the light brown gravel road.
Kidd finally saw his house in view. 'Finally.' He got to the gate. I pulled it open, and it made a pretty scarring sound. I walked into the gated area; It was not a small yard. But the house looked like a worn-down doll house. Windows cracked in certain places. Paint falling off the house. Poruch was inclined. From the right, it went down just slightly.
Kidd walked the length of the sidewalk. He jumped and skipped one step. Kidd walked the short distance to the door to get on the porch. He pulled out his key from his left pocket. He was unlocking the door. Kidd walked inside. Closed the door, And took a deep breath of the cool air.
Kidd took his shoes off and looked up to see a blonde-haired man. They looked at each other for a moment.
"Hey, Killer." Kidd greeted.
The blonde man nodded. Kidd had picked the man up on the road on the way home. Killer had been hitchhiking. So Kidd pulled over. But when he did, The man was injured. So he just took him home. Kidd didn't like talking about it, though, when the blonde man would ask 'Why .'Kidd never answered.
"You have fun alone?" Kidd asked, still standing at the door. Bag in hand.
Killer said nothing. Kidd looked at him with a lake of answer.
"Whatever." Kidd didn't care.
"Um." Killer made a sound.
"What was that? You were going to say something." Kidd smiled at his bad joke.
Killer shook his head back and forth. And laughed,
"huh." Kidd walked through the doorway to the kitchen. He set the stuff on the counter.
Killer trailed behind him.
'Like a lost puppy.' Kidd thought. Kidd leaned on the counter. Then continued to take the stuff out of the bag.
Killer came and stood beside Kidd. Well, Kidd took the things out of the bag. KIller scrutinized everything as it came out.
"Look, seriously, do you have something to say?" Kidd looked. Kidd was trying to imagine himself looking into the Killer's eyes since the hair covered the man's face.
"..." Killer looked reluctant at first. "Yes."