The boy and The Wolf

Chapter one~* The Mafia?

Hi, My name is Keegan, I'm 18 years old and I've just moved to New York for my Art, I joined a Art University to get better, A lot have said I have a fantastic talent and enough talent to become famous but I still think I need to get better.

I work at a Restaurant as a waiter just to get money to get by.

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"Alright, I'm going Kyle!" I shout waving to my work buddy "See you tomorrow, Cutie!" He shouts back using his nickname he gave me when I first joined. Walking out into the rain I plug my headphones in to block out all the sounds that are coming from the Time square. Pushing past a guy who looks rough and like a criminal "What do you think your doing Princess?" He hisses turning around with his mates "Going home?" I reply taking my earphones out and turning to him "Do you know who you just shoved past?" He chuckles coming closer to me "Some stranger?" I reply not being intimidated one bit, Until he grabs me and slams me against the wall, Groaning I close my eyes tightly "You think you can gob off at me Princess." He hisses into my ear Sharply "Jet, Causing so much trouble on a boy twice as small as your self, I'm disappointed." I hear a bold voice call out, Turning I see four, Men? walking towards us wearing Animal masks.

There's a pig, There's a Rabbit, There's A fox, Who seem's to be the boss, and then furthest away from them all, Tallest of them all, with his hands tucked neatly in his pockets There's a Wolf. "T-the Animals.." The guy that's holding me says letting go of me I quickly run behind a car Three of the four men run after the gang , Leaving the Wolf walking slowly behind.

Forgetting my Belonging's I hurry to my Apartment, Closing the door and letting out a flurry of breaths, Walking towards my Studio I switch the light on and begin to paint. Finishing I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead smearing a mixture of paints on my forehead. Hearing a Knock on my door I walk towards it placing my paint brush down on the side, Unlocking the door and opening it I see The wolf from earlier.

My eye's widen and my heart races when he lets himself in "E-excuse me?" I say trying to act tough like earlier "You forgot you belongings." He says, his voice muffled from behind the mask "I can't hear you with that mask." I place my hands on my waist Sighing, looking up when he takes his mask off, My eyes scanning his facial features, Black hair that comes down the right side of his face while the rest is pushed back messily, His build tall, strong and Broad, He has scars and scratches across his face.

"I said, You forgot your belongings." He repeats what he said, His voice bold but soft "Ah, yes, Thank you." I smile when he hands them over to me taking the art supplies out the bag "You paint?" He asks wondering around my house "Yeah, I want a Career in painting." I say whilst walking towards my studio, Hearing him following behind me.

"Woah..." I hear him gasp looking around my studio "Is, this my gang?" He asks stopping in front of the picture I had just painted of A wolf, A fox, A pig and A rabbit "Yeah." I say standing next to him "Your a good painter, Red." He smiles putting his mask back on "But, I really must be off." He says his voice now muffled again "Bye." I smile waving gently as he leaves my apartment.

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Switching off my studio light After Hours and hours of painting and designing, I lock the door and walk into my bedroom diving onto my king size bed, taking my shirt off and discarding it somewhere in my room, leaving my gray Gym king joggers on to sleep in.

'Night New York city' I think to my self before falling asleep.