When Patty Runs Away

Chapter 5: Liz's Point of View

      Tears stung my eyes as I left the only home I've ever known. What am I going to do now? If  he haden't of- no. It wasn't Kid's fault. My mind was racing. I won't stop walking until I'm far away from Death City. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm good at improvising. Patty, Kid; they were my only family. What am I doing? Too late to turn back now.

       I look around, realizing I'm in a different part of town. I'm unfamiliar with this area. I'm suddenly aware that there are no Shinigami statues anywhere. There are statues of him everywhere in Death City. I'm not in town anymore. Time to improvise. I turn into an alleyway, hoping to find some weapons. Sure enough, an old pistol is sitting on the lid of a dumpster. I pick it up carefully. It's loaded; but will it be able to shoot? I shoot at a cardboard box to test it. A bullet soars through the box. "Why would someone throw away a perfectly good gun?" I ask aloud. "Maybe because they didn't throw it away. They just set it there temporarily." A female voice stated behind me.

      I swung at her, pointing the gun at her face. "Woah woah! Easy there! I won't hurt you! I have a feeling, me and you, would make a great team," she held her hands in front of her. She was smiling sheepishly; afraid I would shoot her. I lowered my new weapon, and glared at her. "A team? What makes you think I'm going to trust you so quickly?" I asked her. She turned pale. "Umm... ummm... Well... we are both good at shooting. We both live on the streets. Maybe we could stick together to get food and supplies we need to survive." She stuttered. Like what me and Patty did. I felt a pang of sadness. This girl is asking for us to work together, like me and Patty. "I guess so. But, don't get your hopes up. I still don't trust you. I'm only agreeing because it is necessary to work together. We both need food and supplies; it's easier to get them together." I told her.

  

      I sat down and conversed with this strange girl. She had medium length black hair, and icy blue eyes. Her hair was spiky, and her gaze was strong and determined. She wore tattered black clothing. Her name, strange enough, was Minnie. "Minnie! You're name is Minnie? That doesn't fit you at all!" I exclaimed. "Yea, I know. I hate it but, what can ya do?" She shrugged. "How about I call you Storm? It fits you." She thought about this for a couple minutes. "Yea, ok. Storm; sounds nice! I like it!" She smiled at me. "One question: why would you set your gun out in the open like that?" I asked her. "Well, I was using it as bait. I wanted someone to work with. Anyone that took the gun, I would be their partner. You just happened to be that person." I stared at her. "But, if it wasn't me, you could've easily been dead! A lot of people living on the streets wouldn't hesitate to shoot you." I told her. Storm sighed. "I know. I was willing to take the chance. And, look where it got me! I have myself a tough partner!" She smirked. I rolled my eyes. Sounds like she hasn't been on the streets for very long. Oh well. I'll stick with her.
  
     We sat together for a long time. It was late afternoon when Storm's stomach growled. "Wanna go get some food?" She asked. "You bet!" I replied. We got up, grabbed our guns, and ran out onto the busy streets. Just like the old days. I smiled.