The young man walked down the street, the dog tags he wore around his neck clanging. He wore a scowl on his face.
"I'm tired of this..." The teen whispered into the cool night air.
Not many people were out this late at night... So whenever he passed by someone, his eyes would shoot a glance their way, and they'd just happen to walk a bit faster. Each time someone sped past him, the scowl on his face let up. The process continued.
"Maybe I'm scary looking?" He whispered to himself once again, amusement in his voice.
The teen wasn't going anywhere in particular, he just wasn't going home.
Like he'd ever be in a hurry to go there, no one was waiting for him anyway.
His mom was supportive of him, but she was never really there. His father passed away long ago, the only person the teen was ever really close to.
'Cliche...' The boy thought, his scowl deepening once again.
So the young man walked down the desolate street in the middle of the night, to who knows where.
He walked with his head down, his eyes closed. The young man would never think someone might actually have the courage to bump into him. What an ego.
The boy grunted as he stumbled back a bit...
"What? No apolog-" he began in a sarcastic tone, but quickly stopped himself as he looked up. A rather large man was standing in front him with a two groupies behind him.
"Shit..." The boy mumbled. He -really- didn't want to hurt anybody today, especially not more than one! The cops gave him enough trouble... When he looked up again, the men were gone. They were already way down the road.
"Huh."
YOU ARE READING
His Game.
Action"It's all just a game to me, what humans do, what they're here for. Living their lives as if no danger exists... I wonder if I could wipe every last one of you off of the planet," the teen said looking down at the younger male. The teen giggled iro...
