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Neko&Tachigami's rp :D
A Role Play by NekoLen and Tachigami. Please note that rp may include some violence and slight graphic scenes.
It was a stifling hot day once more, almost hotter than the day before. Hiding in the shade of a run down building, a boy leant up against the peeling wall. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and yawned from the heat. His dirty hair was probably blonde once, but had turned a darkish brown after months of neglect. He pushed his fringe out of his eyes and peered again at the empty house. He had seen someone leaving the premises a few times before, but there didn't seem to be anyone living there. He was used to breaking into other people's houses when they were away from home. It was better inside than to suffer outside in the burning heat. He glanced around once again, to make sure no one was near. Once he was sure he was alone, he crept towards the house and tried the front door. It was tightly locked. Again checking if the coast was clear, he sneaked around to the back. There he found a door, which creaked open after a few big pushes. Once inside, he quickly scoped out the house, making sure no one was inside. Once he was confident that he was there alone, he rushed to the kitchen to help himself to some water. After he had cooled himself down, he curled up in a corner of the living room, falling asleep almost instantly. |
Lee pulled the door of the phone booth closed. Though in many cities it was becoming obsolete, they seemed to be very well used as what they were meant for, rather than bathrooms or sleeping quarters for the homeless and drunk. Pulling the phone off its hook, he inserted a few coins and dialed a number. It only rang twice. "I have it." His voice was low and raspy, though he made it that way to disguise its actual tone. "Meet me in the alley near Duke's butcher shop in five. If you're late, it's gone." Slamming the receiver down, Lee walked calmly back to his car, a newer model Ford truck. It was blue, not too dark and not too light. A calm color. Getting in, he started the engine and joined the traffic, but turned quickly onto a different road to his left. Lee looked friendly enough. Though he was tall, had dark eyes and hair, and was generally seen alone, he seemed to be very talkative and kind when in a large group, and never tried to avoid others. Of course he didn't have anything important to anyone else, except toxic words that could bend and twist. Pulling onto a quiet street behind an old butcher shop that was no longer open, he turned the engine off and reached into his passenger seat, picking up a syringe. It was filled with a very strong sedative, given to him a few years ago for his insomnia problems. He'd gotten over them, but still accepted the prescriptions. They were caplets meant to be taken right before bed because they were extremely fast-acting. In liquid form, they acted almost immediately. For a few minutes he waited right beside his car, and a few quick footfalls alerted him to the arrival of his target. A businessman by the ruffled suit and upended hair that looked as if it had at one time been gelled down. "Where is it!?" He demanded breathlessly. "Where? I had that watch for ten years, my father gave it to me!" He put out a hand. "What do you want with it, anyway?" Lee stepped forward with a light smile. "I don't have your watch." He said quietly, putting his hands behind him. With one, he uncapped the syringe. "What! You... Y-you called me out here f-for nothing!?" The man's voice got high as his anger rose. "What did you do with it!? "Nothing. I never had it. I just want to show you something." The man, Lee knew him as Roy Lebouf, shook his head. "What!? What, what?" Lee stepped forward, and grabbed the hand Roy still had outstretched, pulling him forward and into a forced hug before jamming the needle into his jugular. Lee's arm was around Roy's throat, pressing his larynx so he couldn't breathe nor call for help. After a few moments, Roy grew slack, and Lee tossed the needle in the back of the pickup. Hoisting him up with one arm, Lee quickly, quickly leapt up into the bed and opened the silver tool chest, which was more than large enough for a human man. The 'medicine' would keep him down for a good long time. And Lee was only ten minutes away from home. The drive went without a hitch. Pulling past a smaller housing development, Lee's home was a small one of many, scattered around randomly throughout the desert-like city. With a huff, Lee wrapped Roy in a blanket and pulled him to the back of the house, away from prying eyes. He almost dropped the man when he found the door open, as if someone had kicked it in. His blood went cold, like ice. Grabbing Roy by the scruff of his well-pressed shirt, he dragged the man the rest of the way and stepped into his house, through the door that led into a mudroom. If someone had found his secret... |
The sound of a car pulling up and someone dragging something heavy awoke the boy from his nap. Suddenly alert, he sat up from his spot on the floor and cast his gaze about the room, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He had never been caught before. He had heard what happened to those that got caught. It was a one way trip to the jail, where young boys like him didn't last long at all.
Gulping down any thing that would give him away, he realised whoever it was hadn't entered the room he was currently in yet. Holding his breath, he got to his feet slowly, crouching over. In a stealthy movement, he made for the door. He saw the man making his way inside with something large he was dragging at his feet. The man hadn't noticed him yet. Thinking quickly, the boy ducked behind a sofa and crawled under it. Luckily he was very small and skinny for his age, so he fit perfectly. He closed his eyes and prayed to what he knew was a non-existant God. He could not go to jail. He had no one to vouch for him and it was extremely likely he'd be put down. |
Stalking into the kitchen, which was open to the living room. It housed a small television and a couple sofas, a rocking chair, and a low coffee table. The window was closed and its blinds pulled down, not allowing hot sunlight in. Tossing Roy like a ragdoll to the floor, he went to the door he'd made sure to lock. It was still bolted. As frustration raised, Lee stomped through the hallway and into each bedroom, testing the doors. They were locked, as he'd left them. Then he passed the basement. Its padlock was strong and hadn't been tampered with. With a huff, he went back into the living room and stared around. Something wasn't right. He knew it. Scanning the room, he made note of everything. Everything. His memory never forgot, and every moment from when he was four years old was as clear to him as though he'd only just witnessed it happen, or heard or read it. The sofa was two inches higher than what it usually was. As if a lump were under there he hadn't seen before. Walking around, he knelt down and reached under, grabbing something that felt like an ankle, or a thick wrist. Yanking it immediately, he pulled a shoe, attached to a foot and a leg, and in its entirety, a kid, from its hiding place. The one that had busted the near-useless lock from his back door, which he'd thought he wouldn't have to replace for a long time. Grabbing a handful of shirt, Lee brought the kid up onto his feet. "What the hell are you doing here!?" He demanded, thunderous voice not bothering to veil itself with false kindness or friendliness. This was his home. His workplace. It was infested. "You think you could grab a quick steal? Think you could find something I'd miss!?" He had to focus so he didn't throw the kid out without a second thought---that was the worst possible idea, especially with Roy's unconscious body on the floor. |
The boy heard the man thumping throughout the house and held his breath. Suddenly, he was yanked from his hiding spot by surprisingly strong hands. He tried not to scream or show any fear as he was placed in front of a tall man with long black hair. The man shouted at him, not a hint of kindness in his voice. The boy tried to explain, but he couldn't get any words out. His ankle hurt and he was terrified. He could see that this man was not a type to just shrug it off and let him go. He stared at the floor and caught a glimpse of what the man had been dragging. It was another man, but this one looked quite dead.
Realising that he had indeed broken into the wrong house, he tried to run for it, towards the bolted front door. In his panic he hit the "dead" man's body and fell face first. He struggled to get up, feeling his nose starting to bleed from the trip. "I... I didn't... I'm sorry... Please!" he begged, losing all control. He started to feel tears well up in his eyes. "please.. Don't hurt me!" |
Lee fumbled only for a moment. Obviously it was long enough for the kid to take off. His heart raced so quickly Lee almost felt lightheaded, but when the kid tripped, landed, and turned, he took the chance, and stepped over him. Now if he tried to run, Lee could simply put a foot on his chest and push him into the floor. But he didn't look in much shape to go anywhere. In fact, he looked very, very pathetic. He sighed. "Calm down, kid." Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a few clean tissues. With one hand Lee brought the kid back up, like a small mannequin, no more, and handed them to the boy. "I don't harm the innocent." Stepping around him, Lee went to the door that had been broken in and grabbed the pipe beside it, shutting the door and using the pipe as a makeshift lock. "And don't bother running, the front door's padlocked from the outside, and locked by the doorknob from the inside." Turning, he stepped over Roy, lifted the sack of blood and bones up, and draped him over the couch. "What are you doing here?" he asked then. "Why did you break in to this house? A bad choice of dwelling, let me say. Homeless? Thief? What's your motive?" Crossing his arms, Lee leaned against the wall between the living room and kitchen. |
The boy sat in shock. He really thought he was going to get hurt by this man. He noted how the man told him he couldn't leave and the strange comment about not hurting innocents. For the first time ever, the boy wished he was innocent. His heart raced, and he panicked internally. When interrogated by the man, he tried to quell his stuttering. He couldn't show weakness to this man. It's something he had learned at the age of 6 when he was left to fend for himself on the street. He glanced again at the body and decided to take a polite approach.
"I wasn't going to rob you, I swear," he said, sounding much more calmer than he felt. "It's been really hot, I was just escaping the heat outside, sir." He guestered at his sunburnt arms. "I was getting cooked out there." |
Sir? Lee tilted his head to the side and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't 'sir'. He was twenty one. Too young, at least in his opinion, to be a 'sir'. "Don't call me that." He sighed. "Call me Lee." Pushing himself away from the wall, he went to Roy and checked his pulse. He was still alive, but his heart was very slow. He'd not wake up for hours, but it was best to get him to the basement soon. "I don't care, you can stay. You already know too much." Huffing, he turned back to the boy. "Tell me, kid, since I don't know your name yet: What if you came face to face with the killer that's had the city on edge for the past two years? Would you be afraid? Would you beg for your life? Would you try to run and tell anyone who'd listen? Or would you try to stay calm and listen to them, instead?" He turned to face the boy entirely, and sat on the back of the shorter couch Roy was draped over. He made it a point not to harm anyone other than his targets. So far, he'd done very well. No one had seen his abductions, his deposits, and no one considered him 'weird' or abnormal in any way. Lee was, after all, very good at faking most emotions. |
The boy took a deep breath in, trying to still his shaking body. He had no idea what kind of person this Lee was, but he could tell he was one he had to be careful around if he wanted to escape. He again glanced nervously at the body on the couch. He had seen dead people before, it was part of living on the streets. He had never met a murderer before, though. He had no idea how to answer Lee's question, and he felt like he was being studied. He stared back up at the man, wondering what he was thinking beyond those dark pools.
"I wouldn't know... I've never met one..." he replied truthfully, feeling something soothing from staring into the man's eyes. He wondered if he would be able to sweet talk his way out of his predicament. He considered his usual act he did for other strangers. Somehow, he knew this man would not be interested in him at all. |
Chewing his tongue, Lee nodded thoughtfully, turning his gaze toward Roy again. The man had beaten his wife since the day they got married, threatened her with death should she ever leave him. He loved his things, not the people in his life. As though with a bit of curiosity, Lee grabbed Roy's chin and moved his head a bit, testing the bone structure, then pulled his mouth open, inspecting the teeth. They were perfectly white, so straight and even they looked fake. They probably were. "Good answer." He said at last. "Then again, it's also a lie. You've met one today. As is obvious, though this one isn't dead yet." he patted Roy's arm, a move that made it flop aside. "Anyway, kid, whatever your name is, you don't look like you belong anywhere." He narrowed his eyes, studying the kid. "Especially if you're looking for a place to get out of the sun and decide to bust into someone's house. So, tell me: What do you think you can do to get out of this situation? Because you ought to know by now I'm not stupid enough to let you go. No, no. You hardly know my side, and I hardly know you're true to your word, if you even give your word to people. What should I do, then?" he put a finger to his chin as though really thinking about it, but let the silence hang to give the boy time to think. |
The boy started at being called a liar when he was speaking the truth. So this man was going to kill... He shuddered visibly. He had to get out of here at once. He didn't know what would happen, he just knew he didn't want to be around to hear it. He thought quickly, trying to think of a way out. Alas, with all his street smarts, he didn't know how to talk to people. He had avoided as much conversation as possible, finding that if he talked with his body it was easier. Again he considered the only thing he knew how to do as his way out.
"I... I don't belong anywhere," he said quietly, trying to sound sad. He thought he could try it out, the man did say something about not harming innocents. All he had to do was act like a child, and perhaps Lee would let him go. "I didn't realise someone was living here. Please let me go... I promise I won't tell anyone. I have no one to tell..." He swallowed, hoping the man was buying it. |
Lee shook his head, genuinely laughing, though it was a quiet, rather growl-like sound. "You're not the best pretender." He said at last. "Not by a long shot. I'd assume you don't talk to people a lot. I can hear it in your voice, you're trying to sound genuine. You knew I lived here, you knew I was gone. You took the chance to come in while I was gone, and didn't know I'd return so fast. I assume you've done it before, I don't normally lock that old back door so it'd be easy to just come on in." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not letting you go." He said simply. "And I'm not killing you. You're a kid, probably haven't hurt anyone like this one." He picked up Roy's arm and let it flop onto his chest. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." He sighed, looking down to the floor. This was against his better judgment. Against everything he'd taught himself. The worst cliche a movie could include to give the main character an excuse to get soft or 'see the light'. He shook the thought away. "Errh. How about this: I let you stay here. You keep your mouth shut. You don't have to broil in the heat anymore and I don't have to worry about being revealed. Besides, you don't know half of what I do. To run from something you don't understand would be... stupid. No?" He tilted his head in the question, as though waiting for the answer though he knew it. |
The boy felt trapped. Part of him liked the idea of being able to have a place he could call home. The child in him was yelling at him to just agree and live there forever. The street smart side of him had to rationalise. What if he was lying? The boy knew adults liked to lie to children, especially the bad ones. He had to suffer from trusting the wrong stranger multiple times before. Even if the man didn't hurt him, he could still get caught. You could go to jail, even if you didn't even help in the murder in the first place. He could also lock him up and throw away the key.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, trying not to imagine the things Lee could make him do. "I can... Please you... Then you could let me go?" He had no idea what he was saying now. He knew that the man wasn't going to let him go now. He realised he had no escape. He was trapped with this stranger. The worst stranger of all. One that smiles while he plots evil deeds. |
Lee shook his head slowly. Very slowly. What did this kid do to get through? Whatever it was, it had to be ridiculous. Shelters resided all over the city, they accepted the young without question. Was he too proud? Like Lee...? Still, he shook his head again. "How about this: Take any thought about my letting you out of my sight, and toss that out the nearest window. Because it won't, won't happen. Even if I have to cuff you to the stariwell, you're not leaving this place." He stood. "Not right now, anyway. You know why?" He stepped forward. "Because I know kids lie. I know adults lie. I know people lie to get what they want and turn around and stab their so-called friends or allies in the back, because they don't need the person anymore. I know people lie in dire situations or when they feel trapped and don't know where to go. I stalk. I watch. I kill and torture and maim, but only those who deserve it. You know what I don't do? I don't lie. I don't cheat or steal. I use what I know to get where I want to go, unlike most of the world's fools and liars, marching through this world like they own it, like there'll be no repercussions later on in life." He bent down to face the kid. "I protect the innocent the only way I can. The way they should be protected, saved from those that harm them, that would dare touch them or beat them and think they can just get away with it. It's disgusting. I hate it. And police do nothing but say "Come to us if you've been hurt". You know what victims do? They don't go to the police because their abusers threaten them, fill their heads with lies and manipulate them to where they can play with their victim like a puppet! And no one helps them. No one shows the abuser what their victims feel. So I do." He stood up straight, and put his hands behind his back. "Do you honestly think I'm the bad guy in this deadpan Hell?" He whispered. |
The boy remained silent for a long time, thinking about what Lee had just told him. He thought about all the times he had been hurt and taken advantage of. How afraid he was to do anything about it. How hopeless he felt. He slowly looked from Lee to the man unconscious on the couch next to him. He shook his head slightly.
"You're... Like a superhero then?" he asked, without thinking about how ridiculous it sounded. He had always wished a hero would exist in this world. He used to fantasise about heroes as often as he did of his parents. He glanced away and blushed slightly, feeling stupid. "I've always wished there was someone out there that could teach these bad guys a lesson... Some of them are really bad, especially to kids like me..." He quiet again, trying not to dwell on his past. He crawled back to the corner and curled up, feeling a head ache coming on. He hadn't talked this much for a long time. Now he was tired. "I won't lie to you... Or stab your back..." he said weakly, yawning. |
"Hero?" Lee's eyes widened a bit. "No. Not hardly. There are no superheros in the world. Those considered heroes actually have their wits, and aren't blind to the horror the world holds. But if I were to be pegged as such, I'd be considered a... an anti-hero. Someone people fear and want to avoid, but in some way are grateful for what they do." He shook his head, and went back to Roy. Lee was taking too long to get the man downstairs. "I can't take what you say at face value." He said simply, grabbing Roy and lifting him over his shoulder. "Won't take long to put this away. Come on with me, maybe you can actually tell me a name while I take care of this." He went through the living room, into the kitchen and to the door along the far right wall, to where a door stood. Unlocking it with a key he pulled from his pocket, Lee pulled it open. The scent of water and bleach wafted up in the cooler air from below. Looking back to the kid, he nodded. "C'mon, get on down, I'm following. Can't let Roy wake up before I have him secured, or he might go berserk." He almost laughed at that. Lee was strong. It came from years of lifting, running, climbing, with a friend he could never see again. He'd had no idea it would be training for this. |
Feeling apprehensive, the boy followed Lee's orders, walking down into the basement. He considered the man's query about his name. He had forgotten what his parents had called him, and said so as his heart started to thump loudly in his throat. He didn't want to see the man doing "his work". He was afraid again, as he came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. His legs were shaking so badly, he had to hold the wall for support.
"What... I don't..." he started, his voice breaking. Great, he thought to himself. Now he knows I am afraid. |
Lee stepped down behind the kid, passing him as he stopped and stuttered. Resting a hand on his shoulder, Lee went past him. "Calm down. For now I'm just locking him up. I usually keep them alive for a few days before taking care of them." Flicking a light switch above the kid's head, a white, glaring light illuminated the place. It looked as sterile as a hospital, with white cinder block walls and a tile floor that was angled only slightly toward a drain in the middle of the floor. Along the back wall was a series of chains kept in immaculate condition, attached to steel plates on the wall itself, and a couple high shelves. Lee stepped in and crossed the room. To the right was a steel door, leading to a place he didn't seem to want at the moment. It contained a metal table bolted to the ground, a bathtub, and a stove sharing the same line as the one upstairs. Lee plopped Roy down on the ground and yanked his arms up, into the shackles on the end of the chain that looked as if they'd been made by hand. Going to the shelf, Lee pulled a ball gag and a black strap off, forcing the gag into Roy's mouth and twisting the black strap around his neck. Using one of the plates above the smaller ones, he attached Roy's head loosely in a vise. "There we go." He glanced back at the kid. "The collar will prevent him from getting breath enough to scream, and the gag just stifles what he could do. Keeping his head elevated like this will help avoid premature suffocation." He didn't know why he was explaining this. The kid ought not care. Moving away, he pushed the boy, leading him back upstairs after shutting off the light. "So you don't know the name your parents gave you." He muttered, closing the basement door and locking it. "What do you want to be called then?" |
The boy stood in silence, watching him do the things he was doing. He was relieved somewhat that Lee wasn't going to kill him right then. As he was led back upstairs, he felt really sleepy. His head was nodding slightly and he felt his legs getting heavy.
"I get called lots of things," he muttered. Thinking of the names he had ever been called, he picked one that reminded him of a nice stranger he had serviced. "Squirrel." He had always wondered what that word meant. The stranger that had called him that had told him it was a sort of fluffy animal. Apparently, he had been reminded of one, because the boy was small and his hair was the same colour as a squirrel. Squirrel now looked at Lee again and asked him, "What did that man do?" He was curious as to why that man deserved this treatment and why Lee thought that he did. |
"Squirrel?" Lee almost laughed, but settled for a low chuckle. "If you say so." He went through the kitchen and to the living room, letting himself fall onto the old, but comfortable, couch. The name was obviously not what his parents had given him. Not in the least. It was probably something the kid made up, or someone had given him. It wasn't really something he'd like to call himself. But then, Lee wasn't too tolerant of much. Glancing back at... Squirrel... he puffed out a breath. "Beat his girlfriend and threatened to kill her if she didn't marry him. She had to, and the abuse continued. Now she's got two unwanted children because of him, but I can tell she loves them. I've watched them for a while. About a month now. Heard their conversations, so I caught on to their past, about five years before I caught onto them. Saw Roy loves his pocket watch, something his father gave him. I said I'd stolen it for a ransom, and he was to meet me at an obscure location. I knocked him out and brought him here. Then I met you." He didn't look back at the kid as he turned on the little television, finding a news channel quickly. While he'd never found interest in the news stations, nowadays it was almost all he ever watched. |
Squirrel moved silently back to the place in the corner, curling up again. He watched the man with his bright green eyes, wondering about him. He had never met anyone like Lee before, but then again he had never really met anyone before. He knew he was lucky that he didn't turn out to be that bad. Well... He is bad... Just... He closed his eyes, feeling his head throb with pain. He frequently got migraines like this, especially when he had to be with people. He'd prefer to be living by himself, away from anyone else. He shrugged the head ache off to lack of sleep, water and food.
"How did... How do you... Find these people?" he questioned, yawning one more time. He hated the hot weather for making him this sleepy. |
The news showed nothing of interest. At least, not as far as Lee was concerned. No one arrested, no one killed, no one harmed in any way. Something about the Internet and how it was becoming popular. New cell phones not as large as a suitcase. That would be the day. Lee shook his head, muting the volume and putting his feet on the cushion beside him. Squirrel looked like a cat in the corner of the living room, and for a moment, Lee wondered why he wasn't called "Cat". "I find them in archives." Lee replied calmly. "Nowadays rapists, abusers, and various convicted creeps are to update police whenever they move, and in the archive is listed their name, address, phone number, and their past convictions. I find them there. Or I watch people. I can see how relationships reside between parent and child, man and wife, girlfriend and boyfriend or whatever else. I can pick out subtle body language and if I see something strained, hesitant, in any way fearful, I'll follow them for a while and keep an eye on the one that seems to be more dominant. If I find they're abusive, manipulative, or in any way harming their other half, I'll lure them to a quiet place and bring them here. Or if I see something happen, or find out about it on the news, I'll go out and find the person responsible and do as I see fit to them." He sighed. What time was it again? Glancing up to the wall, he found the clock. Only three in the afternoon. It felt later. Maybe because Squirrel was here. Lee disliked being around others. But in his own home, at least, he didn't have to feign the kindness that was rarely there. |
Squirrel nodded, blinking slowly. He felt his stomach rumble loudly and he sighed heavily. He realised he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and even then it was from the trash bin. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten anything decent. He thought vaguely how smart Lee was. He hadn't met anyone this intelligent ever. Most of the strangers he had been with were old or dumb, or just average workers.
For some reason he wanted to hear Lee talk more, because the sound of his logical reasoning was soothing. He rested his hands in front of him and studied his broken nails. He had recently taken to the habit of biting them until they bled. He hated the pain, and the sight of blood made him queasy, but he continued to do it. His stomach rumbled again, this time loud enough for Lee to hear it. |
Lee’s ears twitched involuntarily at the sudden, almost foreign sound from the corner, but he recognized it. Tired, sunburned, and hungry, possibly dehydrated from all the time spent outside. Being a street kid was pretty difficult. Lee stood and stretched. “C’mere.” He motioned to Squirrel. “Sit at the table in the kitchen.” Going around the couch, he went into the kitchen, past the table he’d mentioned, and to the refrigerator. He’d gone to the store just a couple days ago, and his cupboards were full of just about everything. Including quite a bit of junk food. Lee often caught himself eating all the time. If there was one thing he liked about himself, it was his very fast metabolism. Opening the fridge, he pulled a few packets out and set them on the counter. “If you’re more hungry than tired, I hope you’re not too picky.” He noted, grabbing a pan from the cupboard and sliding it onto the burner. The packs he’d found were very lean steaks he’d taken a liking to recently. As he poured a thin layer of oil into the pan and turned the burner on, Lee couldn’t help but wonder how this had happened. If he’d stowed Roy away before trying to find the intruder, he could have let the kid go. Now he had to keep him around, and certainly not simply keep the doors unlocked. He’d have to bend the pipe around the door he’d barred in a makeshift lock, or at least stay awake all night. That wasn’t much of a problem, of course. He did tend to do that, though insomnia wasn’t a big issue anymore. Setting all three thin steaks into the hot oil, the sound of popping and sizzling filled the room, followed closely by a savory scent. |
Squirrel sat at the table and eagerly watched Lee cook. He hadn't tried steak before, and this sudden excitement eradicated his dooziness. He smelt the meat cooking in the pan and his stomach rumbled again. He realised he was grinning, and stopped. He shouldn't be happy, this was a hostage situation. The one thing other than being arrested that was bad for street kids. He had been told about this by a few other, older kids. They had told him that sometimes the strangers want more than you can give them.
Eventually you are found in the ditch and no one cares. The authorities pick up your body and bury it in a nameless grave. Squirrel's best friend went that way. |
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