mindcracklove | Ashamed

So I am shamed that I haven't made more time for you guys. .-. Haven't posted anything in a while and Etho's Hunt has been on freeze (Hehehe!) thanks to two busy schedules and a night of goofing off instead of working. Warning, this mentions a death, but not in enough detail so....no warning down there. So here's a lil story. If anything, it's an apology! :D

He walked through the stares. Angry eyes, snarls, and weapons being drawn were what he was greeted to. He decided to cut through the alley, make his trip quick and away from the eyes of his former friends. When he got halfway through the alley, it happened. His fear of coming back had proven true. They lined up in front of him, blocking his exit. He spun around to the entrance. They were there too.

"What do you want? Leave me alone!" Vechs, already near tears, backed to the wall as they closed in on him.

"We want payback Vechs. She can't get it now, so we'll take it for her." It sounded like Pigderp. Even Pigderp. That drove him over the edge. All thoughts of not sobbing had gone out the window for poor Vechs. The tears streamed down his face.

"I didn't mean to do it! I swear! She snuck up! I got scared! I didn't think!" Vechs couldn't tell who he was confessing to.

"Yeah Vechs. I'm sure. Lets talk about her. What you did. What we're gonna do for her." Zisteau and his gang were closing, about ten yards away.

"No! Please! Lets talk about No one! Someone! Anyone! Just not her! Please! Stop! I'll never do it again! I swear! Just please!" His Tears blurred his vision, as he panicked, looking for an escape.

"Lets face it Vechs. You stabbed her. Even if it was an accident, no one is going to believe you. Just give up. Let us end your misery. For her." They weren't far off, three yards. Vechs was three yards to impending doom from his used to be, best friend. That's when he saw it. A dumpster would put him in reach of a fire escape. Survival instinct kicked in. He went full sprint to the oversized garbage bucket, pushing past a thug and jumping up on top. "Get him! Don't let him escape!" Zisteau was practically fuming.

Vechs climbed the ladder and pulled it up into the lock. He couldn't risk getting caught. He sprinted up the stairs as the tears started to fade. He whispered to himself, "Now's not the time for tears Vechs! Just run!". When he hit the roof, he looked around, scared for his life. The door flew open. More thugs. He no longer had a choice. His adrenaline took control once more. His sprint lead to the edge of the roof. He jumped, hoping to make it. Unfortunately, his foot caught the edge of the roof, causing a face plant. His vision blured, sounds faded, he went numb.

Just before blacking out, he heard it. "Could anyone survive that?" One thug asked. He was met by a smack, "Of course not you moron! Now lets go tell the boss. This ass is dead." Vechs didn't hear anymore. His vision went black.

He woke up, not on the roof, but what looked to be on a couch. "Where am I?" He started to stand, but his massive headache knocked him back down.

An older looking man walked in. "What are you doing?! You're in no shape to be moving!" The man put a pill in a cup of water and handed it to Vechs. "Drink up. We've got lots to talk about."

----an hour later------

"So tell me again, why were you on the roof?" The man who was discovered to be named Paul asked again.

"Thugs. They chased after me and I got scared so I jumpsuit to this roof but my foot caught and....you know the rest." Vechs shot back, with a tired sigh.

"And why were they after you?" Paul looked at the young one intently.

"Their leader, my frie-" Vechs cut himself off, "My ex friend ordered them after me for something I didn't mean to do."

"What did you do?" Paul offered a safe enviornment, Vechs wasn't scared. He could be truthful here.

"I accidentally killed a girl. She was my friend. Aureylian." Vechs could feel tears welling up at the painful memory. He didn't mean to do it. He called the police as soon as it happened. He cooperated to the fullest extent. The tears trickled down his face. He thought to himself, "Why does everyone want me dead? I didn't mean to do it!"

"Oh yeah, I heard about that. Seemed like you didn't mean to do it. You were cooperative. People are just cold and unforgiving." Paul patted Vechs' shoulder as Vechs started to sob. "Let it out. No one can get you here. You're free to stay all you like." Paul gave Vechs an assuring smile and started for the Kitchen. Vechs could do nothing but sob. Sob and feel ashamed.

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So what do ya guys think!? Am I on the comeback? Hope you enjoyed! Heheheh! Also, PSA, Warlords is on hold. So if you're a fan of that story, sorry to tell ya, but you might be a bit disappointed (Sorry Clash!) but yeah, hope you all enjoyed it! It was odd to write, all the tears and what not.

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