His breathing was all he could hear. The white fog that came out of his mouth, streaming upwards before disappearing like steam. He fell backwards a little to rest on the cold bricks behind him. His heart was beating erratically and his lungs felt like they couldn't get enough air. His head thumped softly back onto the brick wall. His body ached, but it was starting to calm down. He coughed suddenly and his body rocked forward. After his coughing fit, he breathed deeply and put his head in his hands.
"So, how was the run?", a quiet voice said.
Jumping up from the seat, gasping at the sudden appearance of another. His heart beat as he gulped in breath, filling his lungs. He looked at the other, annoyed that someone could be so quiet when approaching him. Tearing his eyes away from the other, he sighed as he sat down on the cold stone once more.
"You scared me," he said, "can you work on being a little louder when you walk up to people. You nearly gave me a heart attack, you creep."
"I will approach you how I want. It wasn't my fault you weren't paying attention to your surroundings. Anyway, you haven't answered my question yet," the other replied.
He sighed as the seated man grinned at him.
"What did you do on your run?", he asked, voice louder with a dangerous undertone.
The other gulped, sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"Nothing! You really shouldn't assume I did anything bad", he chided, pretending that he wasn't afraid of the other man.
"Hm. I guess you would be to incompetent to do anything too bad," he said, sighing as he pushed his body forward and off the wall.
He smirked as he stood in front of the seated man.
"Why you!", the other said as the words finally made sense, "I'll kill you, Mitch!"
He launched himself to Mitch, but Mitch sidestepped his attack and tripped him. Sending him to the ground, hard.
"Hey! I thought you two said you would be nice to each other," another man yelled as he ran to the two.
Mitch turned his head to look at the approaching man. In his moment of distractedness, the man who was sprawled on the floor was able to grab Mitch's foot and pull him down to the ground.
"Jerome!", Mitch yelled as he jumped up from the ground.
"Ah", Ian sighed as he watched the two play fight.
Husky smirked as he watched the three from his position at the window. He sighed happily as he rested his head on his soapy hand. Even with all that had happened they were all still great friends. He pulled his other hand away from the lukewarm water and with it the plug to the sink. He watched the water drain away, swirling and making its gurgling sound as it went. He dried his hands and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He did a double take as he passed Ty's open door. When he found nothing but Ty sitting on the looking at him confused he turned away and kept on walking. He could have sworn he saw a tall, shadowy figure standing behind Ty, looking down at him with golden eyes.
"Must have been my imagination", he said to himself as he entered his room and closed the door.
'Four now know,
One can lie,
Two will follow in tow,
And one will die…
But the bird must go.'