Fake AH Crew Oneshots

How They Met #2

Michael Jones wasn't the kind of person that was easy to speak to. He was aggressive, blunt and crude, turning most normal people away. However this one fucker just wouldn't leave him alone.

"Come on, let's go to the park!" The small boy cried out, bouncing from foot to foot in excitement.

"What are you, a dog? Go back to your parents." Michael growled shoving his hands into the pockets of his brown leather jacket, the snarling wolf decorating his back. If not his voice, his appearance would scare off the weak. Curly and knotted auburn hair with a light covering of freckles spattered across his face, usually covered by soot, dirt or blood. He wore dark clothing, jacket and jeans, his knuckles covered in bruises and cuts. A switchblade residing in his pocket at all times as well as a handgun.

However none of this was deterring the seven year old that constantly pestered him on his walk home every afternoon. The boy had bright blonde hair and the typical second-hand clothes that most people wore in this neighbourhood. His shoes were worn out and unlaced yet still he managed to jump about like a maniac, trying to gain the attention of the annoyed thug.

"Mum's asleep and I don't have a dad," he smiled, his missing teeth drawing Michael's eyes. Michael may have felt for the kid is that wasn't such a common story. 'Join the club,' ran through his mind. "Just you."

"Trust me, kid. You don't want to be near me." He picked up his pace and hunched closer together as a cool breeze rolled through the streets. Today's job was particularly stressful, a delivery gone wrong. The blood was still on his clenched fists and the gun weighed heavily at his side, hidden underneath the folds of the jacket. Yet still, it was a paycheck, and it would have been a bigger one as well if not for the shit-show that went down.

The boy merely shivered slightly in the Autumn wind, his nose turning red. "Are you a bad guy?" His question was so simply put that it made Michael stop walking and turn around to face the child who had the biggest grin on his face.

Was he the bad guy?

Whatever, it doesn't matter if he is or isn't. It isn't his job to do justice and conquer evil, he just follows orders and that's all that matters.

"Look, see that woman over there," Michael pointed at a lady across the street with purple hair and a short dress. She was walking fast with her head down, much like Michael was trying to. "Why don't you go hang out with her. I'm sure she'll take you to the park."

"No, that's Meg Turney. She's on her way to court for killing her boyfriend." There it was, that same innocent voice that makes Michael do a double take.

"What, how do you know that?" He couldn't hide the interest in his voice as he genuinely began to listen to this annoying kid.

The boy just shrugged. "Mum and her were friends before she went crazy. I was supposed to be in my room but I was listening anyway. She said she didn't do it but mum didn't believe her and kicked her out. There was a lot of shouting."

"Did she used to have brown hair?"

"Yup!"

Michael thinks back to her name, briefly recalling her now deceased partner, some asshole called Phil who used to treat women like they were nothing. It's not really that surprising that some chick stood up for herself, especially this girl who stormed down the street.

After a brief pause, Michael resumed the walk back to his shitty flat, sighing when the kid began to follow him again. Yet, instead of scolding the boy for the millionth time, he merely pinched his eyebrows together and kept walking, ignoring any attempts from his companion to play.