HOMRA One shots (K project)

New Arrival

~ Eric's POV ~

The large, metal door slammed shut behind me, making me jump. My boss hasn't been this angry in a while, if I didn't complete this task, I was done for. I pulled my hood over my messy blonde hair and stuffed my hands into the jacket pockets, sighing heavily.

My nerves were jittery; every sound was alarming, every shadow edged me forward, further into the night.

"Kill Homra's king? Are they insane?" I thought to myself, kicking the loose pebbles strewn across the pavement.

"I'm nothing but a damned dog, sent to do their dirty work."

A raspy chuckle traveled through the air, reaching my ears. I slowed to a stop, peeking into the dark alleyway that the sound came from. I couldn't see anything, it was too dark, but thanks to my common sense, I thought it was probably a stupid idea to go in there, so I kept going.

As I walked, I thought about different ideas, ways I could escape the gang and live my own free life, after they took me in, my days have been nothing short of horrible. As I pondered this, I heard a rhythmic thumping behind me, getting closer and closer...

Footsteps. I thought, stopping and turning around. The path was empty and I was alone. The fog hung low, the light casting it downwards so that it swept the gray pavement. How odd... the streets were completely empty as well, no cars or other people walking around; Shizume was a large city, making this quite unusual, despite it being the middle of the night.

I shrugged, pivoting on my heel and began to walk again, although something or more like someone stopped me. There was a dark figure standing just beyond me, I couldn't make out facial details, my heart rose into my throat and I stumbled back a few steps. I had such a sinking feeling in my stomach I thought I was going to be sick.

"Eric Solt?" The shadow asked; his voice was deep and raspy, just like the chuckle I had heard earlier. I didn't answer, just stared at him helplessly, taking tiny steps back, ready to run, but before I could I bumped into somebody's chest. I went to leap forward but they grabbed me, holding back my arms tightly and wrapping a hand around my mouth. My eyes widened and I struggled in his grip, kicking at what I could.

"Damn kid, you'll pay dearly for what you did to us." The shadow said again, stepping into a patch of pavement illuminated by a streetlight.

The figure was a gang leader, I had taken out some of his best men a while back and stolen something precious from him, of course it was not my will, but my masters, and now it seems I had to endure the consequences.

He cracked his knuckles and walked towards me, I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I let my head hang down as he threw countless punches and kicks towards me until I was basically mutilated. I lay on the ground, numb to the pain, blood poured from my head and limbs, creating a small sickly puddle beneath me. I couldn't move anymore, I watched weakly as the gang leader mumbled some incoherent words, and spat on the ground next to me. His fists were coated with blood, my blood. With a final kick I felt my vision blur and my mind finally gave in.

...

The first thing I felt before I could even open my eyes was pain, simple and blunt. My stomach hurt, my limbs ached, my head pounded. Every inch of me seemed to be cut or bruised. I groaned as I shuffled around lightly and pain shot through my body.

"He's awake!" I heard someone shout. At hearing this, my eyes shot open, only to be clamped shut again due to the lights glaring above me, I shakily laid my hand on my forehead, shielding my eyes so I could try opening them again.