New Beginnings - Keico Fannovel

Chapter 1:Part 2

Author's Note: TW for blood

Pico stumbled backward, his Uzi skidded on the ground beside him. The man in front of him charged at the now unarmed ginger. Pico knocked the man hard in the jaw as soon as he got close, stunning him for a second and causing him to stumble for a moment's notice. That short moment was enough for Pico to knock him on the ground. He kicked him in the ribs over and over and over again, each time harder than the last, then swiftly stomped on his head. The man cried out from the sudden, sharp pain and looked like he was about to black out. Pico huffed and snarled at the man in a gruff voice, "Fuck around and find out." How did he get here again? Oh yeah that's right, he was supposed to be going to the store to buy some cigarettes before this guy jumped him. Wouldn't hurt from to get some new rings too, his were starting to wear down. A sudden sharp pain seared through his side, and only now he realized the bruises and cuts all along his body.

He could taste the blood in his mouth and felt it trickling from his nose. He looked back down at the man who was wheezing and coughing up blood. Pico had probably caused some internal damage, but he didn't really care either. He walked back over to the man and picked his gun up from off the ground, holstering it on his hip and carefully shielding it from view with his sweater. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, smudging the red liquid across it. He gave one last glance the man that laid on the ground, and stepped out of the alleyway. He propped himself against the brick walls of whatever building was behind him, giving his injuries time to numb a bit. He still needed to go shopping today, but maybe he should go home to clean his injuries first.

As he attempted to decide, he began to zone out, his eyes unfocused, and he had probably been standing there for about 3 minutes before he indirectly noticed a smudge of neon blue hair creep into his vision. Who would dye their hair that color? Whoever did must be pretty good at it... the color was really bright. He focused his eyes as the person began to approach him. Pico eyed the man, he was shorter, wearing clothes that looked like they were supposed to fit tight, slouched, stumbling, had bags under his eyes...

As Pico examined the man, he noticed the bag he was carrying. He could easily overpower the petite man and steal whatever he was carrying, however, it started to become increasingly obvious he was hurt as well. His arms were terribly wrapped up, he was limping, his arms were shaking ever so slightly... had he been jumped already? No that wouldn't make sense, he wouldn't have wraps on his arms if he were jumped in the streets. He was still carrying bags, so we hadn't been home yet to drop off his things... was he attacked in his own household? That's a scary thought. How would someone as frail and skinny as that be able to fight off someone that broke into his house?

The man seemed nervous and quickly glanced at Pico, he must have noticed his staring. For that split second when their eyes met, Pico could easily read him. His eyes were dark grey, dull... lifeless even. He seemed troubled, hurt, sad, uncomfortable, anxious... the list went on and on. Pico watched as he walked past, his bag dangling by his side. He couldn't help but keep his gaze locked on that bright blue hair... eventually he broke from his trance and shook out his shoulders. He started in the opposite direction the man left and headed towards the gas station. Maybe he could manage to snag someone's wallet and buy a shitty burger or something.