Running Scared

If you looked at Colin now, you wouldn't see the friendly, shy, and cute little boy he had once been. Now when you looked into his eyes you would see only hatred. Cold and empty darkness.

The first thing he'd seen when he came home from school three weeks ago was right out of a horror movie. His front door bashed in, and dirty footprints mashed into the foyer linoleum. Further into his house, his mother lay on the couch, a knife sticking up from her stomach. Horrified, Colin had run to call the hospital....but she was already dead.

His sister Gretchen was the only family member left alive in the house. The only one left after their stepfather went crazy and started to kill everyone. All because she had come home late.

Now, Colin's life and his sister's depended on what he did in the next few hours. A member of the Dragons, he'd been on several missions lately. Missions that he wouldn't have thought of back then.

He stood over the dead bodies of two hitmen, hired by his stepfather to kill him. Yes, Colin had killed them, and he wasn't sorry, either. He could do a good job with a knife when he wanted to. Stepping over the bodies, he walked down the alleyway, hands in his pockets and hair as bushy as ever.

He'd do anything, anything at all, for money so that he and his sister would survive.

The night was still at is prime age and the moon was still fuller then ever, the air was fresh and the wind held promising feels, it was a night to penetrate the ideas of misfitive moves and make them real. It was a night were one would find a way to get the danger off there mind and into action, and that was the grate action Grave was going to take on this seldom eve. There is nothing stopping him from anything and there was no one there to tell him that his ideas and motives were to only hurt himself, Grave knew better then to listen to people who only have a feel for things that aren’t against the law, He isn’t one to follow the rule or even know what they are, to him is a free life and love let live. So where was this killer rule breaker going on this fateful night?

His feet moved heavily due to the hardware boots and covered his feet, his body was covered with a black T-shirt and had nothing but a small upside down Y on it, his pants were slightly baggy, but fit at the same time, they were black swade, to top of the old time Goth look, he wore a black jacket that hung just below his knees. As he walked his jacket swayed in the soft blowing wind and his hair did the same. The back alley way was quite and only one figured moved.

Grave walked faster to catch up to who is was that had been walked, as he walked her found himself tripping over, what seemed to be dead bodies. AS he fell to the ground he moved back up just as quickly as he feel, he turned to look if the guy was gone, and he was still there. Grave moved away from the bodies and went after the guy. As he reached him he said only one word. “HEY!”