How the fuck had I ended up like this? Blood staines my clothes as I sit in a pool of it. Tears streamed down my face and I felt sick and disgusted. My hands shook from the adrenaline that was left over in my body. I didn't know how to react to what I'd just done. Every muscle in my body begged me to release the pent up rage that flowed through my body. Everything felt light weight and for a second I felt what some people would call nirvana. It was something that couldn't be explained in words. It was like an itch you just couldn't scratch before, but somehow found a way. In an instant I snap and unleash an inner rage that everybody has and charge shoulder first straight into the man who has the gun pointed at me. It goes off and the bullet collides with the cabinet beside the fridge, I then begin my ascension into another person entirely as my thumbs dive deep into the man's eye sockets. I feel the inside of the man's skull and I realize that I no longer was a kid anymore. I am a cold blooded killer named Hate. My goal is to kill everyone of the men who reside in this house. I kill the second man as I slam his head into the ground for the fourth time and hear a satisfying crunch of skull followed by the sickening squish of brain being forced out the small crack. The tears were gone and the adrenaline returned tenfold. Two down, twelve to go.

Kyle took his usual seat at the bar and smiled as he was the only patron in the bar other then the bartender himself. "So I saw our friend we was speaking of last night Mikey."

Michael looked up from the glass he'd been cleaning and sighed. He knew what was going to come from this. "In fact I saw said person talking to, if you'd believe it people, my friend Michael Anderson." Kyle finished sarcastically.

A large grin spread across his muzzle as the bartender did his best to ignore him. "Who is this man that Michael is embarrassed to talk about?" Still the silent treatment was in play.

Kyle thought for a second. He needed a way to embarrass the bartender to get him to talk. His grin somehow got bigger as he chuckled to himself. "Is it possible that this man has found a way down the bartender's pants?"

Michael set down the cup he'd been cleaning and glared at the rat sitting in front of him. "That's against my religion pal."

"What the fuck kinda religion doesn't let one man lover another?"

Michael seemed taken aback. He realized that his Catholic religion wasn't ever a discussion he'd had with anyone before. The human became quiet again and lost himself to his own thoughts. Kyle felt that it was a touchy topic and decided to move on. "Michael, you know all I want from you is for you to be happy. If it means trying to set you up with a date then I'm going to do it."

The human rested on his arms and stared at the rat with his green eyes meeting Kyle's blue. Michael had tried an online dating service once before. It ended up rather badly for the human seeing as the girl he'd been paired with showed up on the first date in an attempt to bring the bartender home in hopes of a three way with her boyfriend.

Michael even broke down in confession one service. The reverend asked why he had been crying as he comforted the young man. Michael felt alone. His parents death had left him without any real kind of family. It left him without anyway to cope with the stress his job offered.

"I'll find someone Kyle. I...just need sometime to get some other things sorted out back at home." Michael said as his eyes darted towards the front door. The first bag man had arrived with an envelope in his hand. Michael and Kyle both knew that money was inside. Kyle sighed and allowed Michael to do his job. The envelope was set on the bar before the man walked out. The bartender took the envelope and slid it into a slit underneath a mat he kept underneath the bar. From there he turns a small crank and it is distributed into a small safe.

Michael looked back at Kyle and let out half a smile. "You think someone would want to date me?"

Kyle himself smiled. "I would if you were my type, but that's only because I know you. All you have to do is let someone in."

Michael crossed his arms and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I have."

"Falco, you think you could...um..." Leon began. Falco looked over from the chair he'd sat in. Behind him was a desk with an abundance of computer appliances. The walls around the living room had a wooden face and bore several pictures of Michael and his family. He had a very similar look to his father, but he had his mother's eyes.

Leon looked away and his scales turned a shade darker. "I um...I need..."

Falco shifted in his chair. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how nervous you are."

Leon looked up at the pheasant shyly. "I um...I have an itch...that I can't scratch." This was beginning to turn awkward for the chameleon. Why he brought up the subject with a some what familiar stranger was beyond him.

"An itch huh? I guess I could lend a wing." Falco said as he stood from he'd been sitting. Leon seemed more nervous now. "It's on my back...but...because of the bandages and sling you'll have to...either reach under my shirt...or...take it off..." He stated as he looked away.

Falco sighed before sitting beside the chameleon. "Take you shirt off and set it beside you."

Leon did as told and didn't move afterwards. Falco allowed his hands to glide over the younger teens back before beginning to scratch at the top of his back just below the bandages. Leon seemed timid at the pheasant's touch. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." Falco said nonchalantly.

"I'm not used to people doing this for me. It's not happened since I was little." Leon said as he kept his gaze elsewhere.

"Better get used to it, because I won't be the only one who does this. Besides you're the one who asked for it, so don't feel so fucking nervous about it."

Leon let his breathing become more shallow and his muscles locked in place. "It's um...lower down my back...the itch."

Without a word Falco scratched lower, but took into account the shortness of breath. It bothered him slightly.

"You seem quite comfortable scratching a strangers back." Leon said as he tried desperately to hide the blush that was working its way into his cheeks.

"You can't do it by yourself." Falco replied. His touch found the itch and Leon breathed out a sigh of relief. Falco let out a small sigh as well, Leon was caught off guard.

"Guess you were just as nervous as I was?"

Falco began to feel flustered. "W-what? Of course I wasn't nervous. You're the one that was nervous." Falco felt his cheeks become warm. "Fuck you." He said quietly.

Leon chuckled only slightly, his ribs telling him to calm down. "You can stop whenever you want." Falco nodded, and stopped scratching, but his hand didn't move away. It rested on the younger teens lower back and Leon took this into account but didn't say anything. There was a silence between them for a long moment. Falco stared at the younger teen and studied him up and down. His cheeks rose in heat as he realized what he was doing. He couldn't help it. Leon had a desirable body that Falco found attracting.

Falco in the past had had several girlfriends, but only two boyfriends. He didn't much care for a preference for either gender. If he found someone he found someone, that was it. The pheasant couldn't help but stare at the chameleon's lean body and sculpted muscles. He let his hand drop and he looked away. He'd only just met Leon yesterday. He needed to be sure of this.

Leon had never in his life had the courage to date anyone. He did have crushes, but none he dared talk to. Always the loner in school he found it hard to talk to people. He had no friends to speak of and mostly kept to himself. Falco had sparked something inside the chameleon that he did not yet understand. For a moment it was terrifying. Now it felt relaxing...

Michael waited inside the Oldboy for the last five minutes to give off his delivery. The door opened and the bird walked in. His tan feathers shimmered in the red neon lights of the alcohol advertisements. He eyeballed the human before scanning the rest of the room. The bird made his way over to the bartender before letting his gaze fixate on the human. The wind outside blew slightly and through the window you could see a new snowfall. "Why do we do this Anderson?" The bird asked.

"Cause this is all we have left Al." The human responded as he began pouring the two a shot of Irish whiskey. "This is one is very special. It was bottled back on earth before my parents moved so...it's aged fine."

Alucard to the shot glass and toasted the bartender. Both downed the shot before placing the glasses rim down. "I've got connections that can help us out. We'll need them." The bird stated, his gaze never leaving the human's.

"Who do you have?" Michael asked as he washed out the shot glasses.

"I got James to back us up. He told me about this local street gang that can help too."

"Is that all?"

Alucard shook his head and smiled. "Got this young guy who's fresh off of Kitana."

"Name?"

"O'Donnell."