I was running away from my past. Oh, and also some cops, that too. Shall we begin?
I already had a record- spray painting, trespassing, some other stuff, and I really didn't need to get into any more street fights, even if I COULD take them anytime. But as I walked down another filthy concrete street, I happened to look down an alleyway, to see two teenager boys about my age beating up some kid who looked no more than 11 or 12. That was the one thing that set me off- people being just downright cruel to little kids. I ran into the alley, my hand already on my butterfly knife I kept in my pocket. Oh, yeah, by the way, I have a thing for knives, and it comes in handy at times like this. Another reason I have a record- it's illegal where I am to carry knives like that in your pockets. But as I say, what they don't know can't hurt em.
I rushed at them, and one of the older boys happened to look up and see me coming at him, knife in hand. His eyes got real wide and I couldn't hold back a grin. I hadn't done this in so long. Wait- crap, that makes me sound like a psychopath- the thought flashed through my mind but I was too busy to try and moralize myself. I had come up onto the duo now, and I flipped my knife dangerously in front of their faces, driving them off of the smaller boy, who promptly ran away. Could I really blame him though? I growled at them, not missing a beat with my knife, spinning it around and letting it click satisfyingly into my hands, the silver blade shining in the evening light. "Get lost." I said, and maybe it was my tattoos and scars on my arms, or maybe they suddenly didn't feel like fighting anymore, but they scampered off real quick.
"Heh," I chuckled to myself after they were gone. "Cowards." I spun my knife in a lazy circle just for fun before putting it away into my pants pocket. I dressed in cargo pants, a plain white-ish gray T-shirt, and a black jacket that was unzipped and cut off at the shoulders. I wore black boots, and in general was rather quiet or shy or whatever you call it- but when I saw injustice, that all changed, and I wasn't afraid to use my knife or spill blood.
Then I heard sirens and instantly went on alert. I had a bad history with all cops, and now I always hid whenever I heard them anywhere at all. I frantically whipped my head around,scanning the alley, but it was a dead end and the only way out was the road the cops were on. I swore out loud, but quietly, and backed up to the darkest corner I could find.
Then, completely without warning, something reached down and grabbed the back of my jacket, lifting me up through the second story window, which was broken and most likely abandoned. I didn't make a sound, because whatever it was couldn't be worse than going to prison for a couple years. It pulled me to the floor and I didn't move, waiting till the sirens had faded away. Then I pushed myself up with my hands and elbows, and looked up to see what had grabbed me- all I saw was a pair of lavender boots, and then a deep, Russian-accented voice said, "You good?"
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Chapter two: Tall guys are kind of my type.
"You good?"
I was still confused as to what was going on, by my snarky brain replied in my thoughts, 'I mean, I'm on the floor right now, but yeah.'
That didn't seem like a wise thing to say, considering I'd met this dude two seconds ago and didn't know anything about him, so I just said, "...yeah?" My voice strained as I pushed myself quickly up to my feet and stumbled backwards, blinking at the figure. He was wearing dark pants and a navy blue sweater, with a heavy jacket of the same light lilac-lavender color. His chest was level with my eyes, and I looked up to see he was at least a whole stinking foot taller that me, with a Russian hat that matches his coat, a black eye patch with white markings on it over his left eye. His other eye was glaring down at me in a emotionally devoid way, and just in taking in how ridiculously tall he was, I took another step back unconsciously. My heart was pounding, probably from the whole police thing, but my frozen brain just couldn't get over how intimidating he was. He kind of made me want to hide. You see, I... I have a thing for tall people. And I was trying to stop myself from liking him, because there was no way he liked me back- there just was no way, and I didn't want myself to be disappointed all over again, especially over a person I literally just met.
I made myself snap out of it, hoping I hadn't spaced out for too long and looked like an idiot. "Uhh.." my voice vibrated around the room in my deeper voice that I sometimes accidentally used, making me internally cringe. "Why'd you do that?"
He'd just been staring at me with a flat gaze this whole time, and he didn't stop now. There was a pause, and then he replied, "why'd you save that kid?"
I kind of looked at the floor for a second, trying to think of how to answer. "Because I don't like it when people do things like that."
He stared at me for a second, and I wondered what he was thinking. Then he gave me a short, small, nod, like he approved of what I'd done, then turned away and started walking towards the door on the other side of the room. I stood there for a second, my courage fighting my curiosity, and then I took a step towards just as he was walking through the door.
"Who are you?"
He paused in the doorway. my heart thumped hard, almost painfully. "Why would I tell you that?"
My brain worked frantically, trying to think up an answer. "Because... I asked nicely?"
He looked back at me over his shoulder, with a what looked like a very slight expression of amusement, although he didn't smile. "What's your name?"
"(Insert your name I guess. I find 'Y/N' annoying.)"
He made a very quiet 'hm' noise, and then he was gone, and I stood there, taking in the strange encounter I'd just had.
I really do have a thing for tall guys, I guess.
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