"Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*k!" Loud boisterous fearful screams left his mouth as he sprinted bullets wizzing in the air; luckily and surprisingly they were all bad shots.

Concrete spiraled miles out in front of him tall menacing buildings weaved beside him some seeming to stretch towards him and try and trip him up the winter sun slowly sinking down the chilling winds nipping at his exposed skin.

How did it get to here?

Well our heroine took a very wrong turn and thought he could ask for directions... he was very wrong, the Wolves had found him again in the form of a gang war that suddenly turned on him for whatever reason.

Beads of sweat ran down his face as he gasped for air forcing to keep himself moving as he slid under a parked car; his pants thankfully protecting his legs, his arms and hands on the other side of things got slightly skinned. A minor injury which he didn't feel over the pulsing adrenaline, why was his life like this?

Or lives he should say... Suddenly he got a strong yank from the collar of his shirt causing him to gag; out of fear he flailed his arms and legs, trying to attack whoever grabbed him.

"I AM NOT DONE LIVING DON'T K-" a large hand clamped over his mouth, "why do you think I grabbed a skank like ya and quiet down will ya?" A scratchy deep voice greeted his ears it sounded like the new one had a smoking problem, yet he smelled like no cigar or cigarette; not even a vap.

Phoenix could only nod in response his breathing like that of a ragged fighter mixed with an asthmatic runner; fast shallow, seeming to choke on air. The new helper then grabbed him and dragged him off hiding him behind a brick wall. "Stay hear and keep yar gob shut." With wide silver eyes he nodded furiously like a bobble head watching the tall muscular male stride off his jaw set in a furious scowl.

"Oi!" He barked at the gunfire, "get off my block ya skanks! This is my turf ya hear!?" The gunfire instantly died off, "A runt of a rat ran off through our plot! We just want to teach 'im some manners." One hissed, "well he's gone naw scurry along before you found out what I used." The venom that dripped from his voice could kill as the menacing aid narrowed his eyes into animalistic slits. A growl now in his undertone and with his already gravely voice, it sent chills down the hidden one's spine and he couldn't even see what was happening!

"Alright-alright, we can't be wasting time anyways." Their footsteps retreated as if sulking and stalking away at the same time. Ages felt like they passed before those heavy set footsteps slunk towards him.

"Alright runt you better start talking what the h*ll was that all about?" Phoenix flinched not meeting his gaze his mouth ran dry, "I-I..."

The stocky male lowered himself to the shorter's eye level, "just say it, damage has already been bloody done so it's best Ya at least explain ya self."

He nodded meekly, trying to find the right words he gulped, "....I honestly h-have no idea, people just don't really like me." He shrunk away covering his head with his hands in a defensive way.

"Now when did I say I was gonna hit ya? Relax ain't no one gonna get ya here, took a wrong turn I am guessing?"

"...yes..." he slowly admitted barely shifting his position, "but after all that excitement...I don't even remember where I needed to be."

"That's alright, I know a place ya can spend the night." The other stood up grabbing his shoulder in a loose manner as if to reassure him, his character seeming to change all of a sudden, "I don't have much money t-to pay." The younger slowly dragged out his expression grimacing, "When did I mention money, after a run like that I wouldn't make someone pay for board on my turf."

The silver eyed teen glanced up at him slowly lowering his hands in disbelief, his mouth parted multiple times but nothing came out a mix of gratitude and fear shining in his eyes, should he trust this man?

He was large, powerful looking with an edged figure even his jaw was extremely angular; his hair was messy and fluffy, dark charcoal brown hair frosted at its tips added an interesting trait to him. The man's face had little to no appearance of age, his eyes an off setting crimson; a small brown tint making them appear normal at first glance. Phoenix didn't notice this at first but the burley male had a large inky snake coiling up his neck like whispers of smoke, a small group of numbers beside it 4/0-

"What are ya looking at boy?" He flinched immediately looking away, "er-nothing sir." He squeaked still very intimidated by the other. A crackling warm chuckle lifted into the air before a hard pat came to his back causing to stumble forward a few paces turning the chuckle to a roar of laughter.

Phoenix couldn't help but be shocked, this dude, was acting like a gang didn't just fire around him at all, while here he was nervously looking all around waiting for something to jump out and try and kill him.

To be fair, most things did want to kill him-why did he have to be different? He let out a sigh his breath lethargically drifted downwards; the cold November air nipping at him through his light coat causing him to restrain a shiver. The whole environment just seemed...dead.

The alleyway was darkening fast due to the change of season, he should have predicted it would get colder, hopefully they would reach this place soon. Almost as if the older had read his mind he answer, "Not too far now, bear in mind...it ain't as good as some fancy hotel, but it's home...I'd advise against acting as scared as you are. It might tip some of my folks the wrong way."

"...not to be rude, but that doesn't help m-much."

"Never seen the dark side of the streets I am guessing."

"Well......yes and no?" He answered in a more questioning tone, "I mean, bad things just seem to come to me like a homing missile!" He flew his hands up out of frustration at his own statement; even his own shoulders seemed to be weighted by an invisible force as his eyes focused on the cracked rough concrete surface bellow his feet.

"Yeah...I get that." Suddenly he stopped, "alright we are here. Ready?" This was his last chance to opt out, but it didn't feel right, he couldn't just decline.

Aside from the fact he was scared what would happen if he did decline. Letting out a shaky exhale he finally nodded, "ready as I'll ever be..."

Life number: 3
Directive: survive the wolves and -873&9$?'$8:!
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Time left: ∞?