Gaurdians

It's raining, it's pouring, the whole town is snoring

Allen woke up to the rhythm of the rain hitting his window. He sat up and stared out the window disappointed to see a dark gray sky. He hated it when it rained, it always made him feel lonely. It didn't help that he was home alone.

It wasn't uncommon for him to be alone, it'd been like that for a long time. His parents were always out on business trips, leaving without a word usually. When he was younger they left him with two nannies. One was a grumpy old man who used to the family butler, he was like a grandfather to Allen. More so than his actual grandfather. Then there was a clumsy college graduate. She was like an older sister to him and he loved her. But now he was older and they weren't needed anymore.

Now he just came home to an empty house and he couldn't complain. He knew his parents would call him useless and ungrateful. As if he needed to be reminded that he was a burden to them. 

Allen fell back into his bed hoping to sleep the rest of the day away. He lay there for a few minutes but only felt himself becoming restless. There was nothing to do so he had no idea why his body was so eager to do something. 

He groaned as he rolled off his mattress and onto his feet. Just as he stood up he saw something outside from the corner of his eye. He looked back out the window and saw nothing. Usually he'd just think of it as his sleepy mind playing tricks on him but he was sure he saw something. He moved closer to the window carefully scanning the dreary world on the other side. He saw only an empty street flooded with water. With every passing moment his warm breath fogged up the window obscuring his view. He wiped it away hoping to see something. He saw nothing.

Seeing as nothing else happened he left the window to get dressed. He paused a moment wondering if wanted to bother taking a shower first. Showers usually helped him clear his mind so he headed toward the bathroom.

About an hour later he found himself looking for something to eat in the kitchen. The fridge was almost empty and all that was left in the freezer were waffles. He had nothing against waffles but they get boring after a few days.

"Darn," he mumbled in annoyance. It looked like he'd have to go out to buy food. In the pouring rain. Which meant getting wet. Not that he minded getting wet but it looked like a storm was on the way. But unless he wanted top starve the rest of the weekend he'd have to be quick about it.

Rushing to grab a water proof sweater he noticed something whiz by a passing window. He didn't bother looking back because he knew it'd be gone by the time he looked. On his way back he glanced out the window and, just as he thought, there was nothing out there. 

Allen shook his head and headed out grabbing an umbrella on his way out. The rain was heavier than he had thought. The fat drops of water sounded like bullets as they bounced of his umbrella. On his way to the grocery store he couldn't help but look around the neighborhood. There streets were nearly empty, not a sign of life. The roads were usually filled with parked cars but now most of them were gone. Sure there were parking garages but why would people start using them now all of a sudden. He knew the people in this neighborhood weren't one for changing habits.

The empty streets only mad him feel more alone. He was used to walking down the road and getting disgusted looks from whoever was around. Not that it was good thing, he hated that too. But he really couldn't say anything about that, he was a terrible person after all. He had always wished he could walk around and not have them stare but not like this. Being alone was far worse than being hated.

Lost in his thought he barely noticed a black car coming by by. The care had tinted windows obscuring any nosy people from looking inside. He eyes followed the vehicle down the road. The car took it's time as if whoever was inside was searching for something. Or worse...somebody. As it passed him Allen couldn't help but feel like whoever was inside was staring at him. He froze until the car got out of sight.

Allen could feel himself getting paranoid once he began walking again. He felt as f he was being watched but there was nobody there. God, he wished he could just run, but doing that could trigger whoever was stalking him. If there even was somebody there.

He continued for about fifteen minutes and nothing had happened and he was calming down. Allen chuckled, mentally chiding himself for letting his imagination run wild. But before he could laugh away the rest of his anxiety a loud thud came from behind him.

He jumped with a small screech and turned to see what it was. He gasped when he saw a the body of a small child laying lifelessly on the ground. The child was bruised and bleeding as if he'd just been through torture.

He ran over to check the body and almost cried in relief when he felt the child breathing. He froze for a moment felling the familiar hate. This child was mythic, a powerful one no less. The child had fox ears and  a tail, his fur matted by mud and the rain.  A kitsune, not a mythic you'd want to mess with. 

He pondered for a moment. He could easily leave the child, somebody else would eventually find him. But with the child's condition he'd either dies, or who ever did this to him would come back for him. Pushing aside his hate towards mythics he pulled the body into his arms.

He'd have to worry about groceries later. 

Every time she died he was always there. She never remembered him but she knew he had helped her before. She wanted to help him too but every time it has she who needed saving.