Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 23:06:51 GMT -5
There was a time when this wouldn’t bother him. There was a time, god help him that a woman screaming for help and running barefoot, barely a stitch of clothing on and down in the street below the ratty hellish apartment he was squatting in. It didn’t take a keen sense to tell that she was afraid. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Part of getting out the grey would mean he had to step up. He knew this was the right course of action, but part of him was reluctant. “Shit.”
He pulled himself onto the fire escape, still in his plain clothes, but carrying his claws in hand as his propelled himself down to the ground below. He raced out into the street, catching the woman as she ran in him. “What’s wrong? Who’s chasing you?” He questioned her with some urgency as he held onto her bare shoulders as she was randomly spouting things in one of those Balkan languages he never bothered learning. “Damnit…” He gritted his teeth as he saw a small, angry man in a comical pair of boxers running as he swung a bat over his head screaming in the same Balkan language he never bothered learning. “…Get behind me.” He didn’t wait for her to feel like she comprehended his words. He threw her behind him as the bat wielding angry little man came up on him.
Thomas threw a wide right punch as the bat came swinging for. His aim wasn’t to do too much damage, but he really wanted to get that weapon away from him. He pulled his punch, wrapping his thick arm around the man’s neck and holding him against him as his other hand pulled the bat from his hands and tossed it aside. “Okay…just relax, buddy…” He strained to speak as the guy’s neck was in the crook of his arm, still attacking him, trying to use his little man nails to claw at his shirt. “Oh c’mon, buddy….don’t embarrass yourself, please.” He jolted forward by a thick, sharp pain in his back. He turned his head to figure out who was trying to knock the wind out of him. And just as he turned the bat made contact with his jaw, forcing him to release the small angry man and stumble back as he rubbed his jaw, opening and closing it as he shook the cobwebs loose from his head. He looked up and saw the woman he had been trying to protect. “What the hell?!” He growled as she ran over to her now release partner.
“Oh..fine..whatever….let him beat the shit out of you…” He snarled as he spit a small amount of blood from his mouth. He had to admit, the blow to the back didn’t hurt him much, but she had a good hit on his jaw.
He turned to walk away from the situation when she let out another scream. He fought the urge to turn around. “Forget it, lady…I tried being nice…” But his curiosity was getting the better of him as he looked over his shoulder at her. And he had to turn around to see that she was now stabbed through the stomach, laying on the ground. And the first thought that went through his head was where the little guy kept a knife in his boxers. The second thought was; Oh hell, see this is what happens when you attack people when they help you. He started to walk away again, then had the moment of the angel and devil on his shoulder, telling him the pros and cons of walking off like this. This was the East End, a few blocks from Park Row, people died begging for help in the street constantly. But when someone is trying to heal the scars on their soul, was this really something they should willingly ignore.
He pulled himself onto the fire escape, still in his plain clothes, but carrying his claws in hand as his propelled himself down to the ground below. He raced out into the street, catching the woman as she ran in him. “What’s wrong? Who’s chasing you?” He questioned her with some urgency as he held onto her bare shoulders as she was randomly spouting things in one of those Balkan languages he never bothered learning. “Damnit…” He gritted his teeth as he saw a small, angry man in a comical pair of boxers running as he swung a bat over his head screaming in the same Balkan language he never bothered learning. “…Get behind me.” He didn’t wait for her to feel like she comprehended his words. He threw her behind him as the bat wielding angry little man came up on him.
Thomas threw a wide right punch as the bat came swinging for. His aim wasn’t to do too much damage, but he really wanted to get that weapon away from him. He pulled his punch, wrapping his thick arm around the man’s neck and holding him against him as his other hand pulled the bat from his hands and tossed it aside. “Okay…just relax, buddy…” He strained to speak as the guy’s neck was in the crook of his arm, still attacking him, trying to use his little man nails to claw at his shirt. “Oh c’mon, buddy….don’t embarrass yourself, please.” He jolted forward by a thick, sharp pain in his back. He turned his head to figure out who was trying to knock the wind out of him. And just as he turned the bat made contact with his jaw, forcing him to release the small angry man and stumble back as he rubbed his jaw, opening and closing it as he shook the cobwebs loose from his head. He looked up and saw the woman he had been trying to protect. “What the hell?!” He growled as she ran over to her now release partner.
“Oh..fine..whatever….let him beat the shit out of you…” He snarled as he spit a small amount of blood from his mouth. He had to admit, the blow to the back didn’t hurt him much, but she had a good hit on his jaw.
He turned to walk away from the situation when she let out another scream. He fought the urge to turn around. “Forget it, lady…I tried being nice…” But his curiosity was getting the better of him as he looked over his shoulder at her. And he had to turn around to see that she was now stabbed through the stomach, laying on the ground. And the first thought that went through his head was where the little guy kept a knife in his boxers. The second thought was; Oh hell, see this is what happens when you attack people when they help you. He started to walk away again, then had the moment of the angel and devil on his shoulder, telling him the pros and cons of walking off like this. This was the East End, a few blocks from Park Row, people died begging for help in the street constantly. But when someone is trying to heal the scars on their soul, was this really something they should willingly ignore.