Street Bird

On The Run

-Somewhere along Gotham's Alleys-

   Thunder clapped along with a treacherous beat as a the little bird quicken up his pace, scurrying to find a shelter. His breath was heavy, his muscles was sore, and most of it all... His stomach was giving off weird sounds. To say, he was hungry was an understatement. He was starving beyond his wildest dreams.

   Turning to an alley, he found himself a somewhat promising "Shelter" from the rain. The emergency stairs as you like to call it. Nodding to himself, he slid under it just in time as droplets of water poured down upon the earth. Opening his duffel bag, he sighed. He thought he had it all planned out. He thought what he brought was enough.

But now?

He doesn't seem to understand why he left with so little preparation.

He's running low.

On everything.

Every shirt, trousers, training pants, and even his extra shoes. All soaked by his previous encounter with Gotham's famous rain. The meals he packed had ran out days ago. His water too. The matches he brought was not helping him at all. 'Why did I ever left again?' he thought to himself as he brought his knees up and hugged them.

Just as he closes his eyes.... the splitting image of his parents showed up. Plummeting to the ground as he just stared at them. Unable to help. His mother gave him her last reassuring smile, his dad grabbing on to his mother... Trying to cushion her fall. And then there was blood. Blood everywhere.

His eyes shot open in fear as he lets out a gasp. Those images.... They were from the accident. His parent's accident. His fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned all white, his jaw got tense as his veins seemed to just straight out popping out. 'Right.' He told himself bitterly 'Zucco's still out there.' And just like that. Out of nowhere, anger flooded his mind and took control. He raised his fist and swung it to the nearest object he can find. In this case, the stairs railing.

Letting out all of his rage, he repeatedly punched the hard steel railing.

"HOW DARE HE TOOK AWAY MY PARENTS? HOW DARE HE JUST KILLED THEM OFF???!!!"

His screams was loud. Obnoxiously loud. And not even the rain could cover that up. He was tired, he was sick, he was hungry. And nothing could stop him.

Well. At least not until like... this second.

"HOW DARE HE- He- killed them off......" The little bird voice trailed and cracked in the end.

His words sank his heart once more as grieve came flooding through his heart. Stopping halfway to the next punch, he lets out a sniffle. His knees wobbled and he fell down to the ground, breaking into tears. 'Why didn't I just die with them?' he thought as he wipes his cheeks only to found out that he was making more of a mess by doing it.

His nose picked up a copper-like scent. 'Blood' he immediately snapped out of his emotional wreck. Staring at his bleeding knuckles, he almost fainted. The image of his parent's death replayed once more in his already clouded mind.  Tears invaded his crimson smeared cheeks once more. Joining in with the scarlet liquid as it travels down.

Blood and tears.

Staining the ground.

Next to a now dented, beaten up railing.

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-The Zucco's Hideout-