He came and slept in my house that night, we couldn't bear to be apart. That was the worst night of my life, rocked with nightmares I woke up frequently in a cold sweat. Hearing my screams that I had no recollection of making, Ike came rushing into the room to check on me. He sat down on the foot of the bed and uttered only 2 words before he started to sob. I'm sorry.
There was a sudden knock at the door that brought me from my dark past. It was Marth, coming to see how my wound was healing like he does every Saturday. Opening the door to let him in though, I notice he was a bit beat up. He pushed through door, slamming it behind him and rushed over to the couch where he lay down and tries to catch his breath.
"It was Ike and his gang, they're on our turf again" my fellow gang member said checking his arm to see if the bullet had done much damage. Thankfully it hadn't. Ike, the name I hadn't heard in a long time, brought back yet another painful memory as I went to clean up the injury.
Ike was my best friend, we practically loved each other and now that I think about it, we did. Since the crash neither of us could think properly, he started doing drugs and smoking. I, against all will, started drinking a little more than I should have. On the one year anniversary of the crash Ike came home high and most likely intoxicated. I was also intoxicated at the time. We got into the worst argument of our lives and certainly of our friendship. Thinking irrationally we both blamed each other's parents and selves.
After all that, our friendship just fell apart and we stopped seeing each other. We stopped talking and I had no idea what happened to him, until I saw him in my first gang fight a couple months ago. He clearly got into the gang life as have I. This is the path we've chosen, we can't go back now.
Marth had found the strength to come to my side, seeing me sobbing, and shake me from my reminiscing. Turning towards him he wraps me in an embrace that seems to last forever.
I go back and continue to clean up the wound. Thankfully it wasn't too hard to pull the bullet out of his arm, there was only minimal damage done. Once I finish stitching up the hole I place a bandage over top of it and send him on his way to go meet up with our boss Lucario.
A big man who always wears a jackal mask because of some unknown injuries obtained in a past gang fight we've been told. He never takes of the mask and prefers to wear a dark blue suit constantly, his hair is a very dark blue, almost black.