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Time to adult

-----9 years later------
I shiver in the alley way that I'm calling my shelter tonight.
The homeless shelter was shot up by the Titans a few years ago.
Everyone who ran out was chased down and shot.
Except me.
I ran until I got to the next town.
There's still gang activity, but I hear these 'scouts' aren't that bad.
They just sell drugs.
I've heard they are rivals of the Titans.
A gust if wind makes me curl into a ball.
I can't curl up too much though.
There was a time father was particularly angry and drunk and came after me with a knife.
It really hurt when he caught me and then there was a weird snapping sound.
My back hurt for a while after that.
I can't really bend my back either or else there will be a sharp pain.
My scarf wrapped only once around my neck.
The ends make it to my stomach.
I try to cover my face with it but... It's covered in dirt and mud.
The mud making the fabric hard and scratchy.
It covers my scar though.
That all that matters.
More cold winds brush over me.

'I'm so cold.' My stomach grumbles loudly. 'And hungry'.

I turn my head at the sound of loud laughing.
My still working eye widens.
There is a group of men at the end of the alley way.
One has they're back to the alley and looks to be holding a bag full of food.
My stomach grumbles.
There's an opening in the bag just big enough for my hand...
I slink close to the group.
Watching the heads of the group to make sure none of them noticed me.
I slowly slink my hand into the bag, trying not to bump it and alert the man holding it. He's short, but muscular, terrifying.
I heard short people are fast.
If he's fast and strong my tall malnourished body is gonna get fucked up.
I put all my attention into grabbing some food.
I feel a box.
I furrow my eyebrows.
It's small, but it's radiating warmth so it definitely holds fresh hot food.
I'm just pulling it out.
All of my determination and attention into pulling it from the bag.
That was my first mistake.

"Hey!"

I look and one of the group members, tall, short dirty blonde hair that splits in the middle and hangs right above his eyebrows, has a goatee.
Has the face that says I done fucked up.
I take off as fast as I can.
I can hear them all running after me. 'Fucking shit!'
I take a sharp turn around a corner.

'All this for one small box of food!'

I already feel my lungs and muscles burning.
I try to find someplace I could hide.

'There!'

There's a random open door.
Hopefully it's full of things to help me hide and empty of people.
I run into the building.

'Jackpot!'

The room was filled with large rubber and cement tubes.
I move towards to farthest tube.
I notice between two tube openings there's a corner space big enough for me to be hidden in.
I crawl into my chosen hiding space.
The sound of running outside is quite distant.
I figured they were right on my tail.
I open the box that holds my prize.

'Aw yiss'

I smile splits my face.

'Chicken Mckfuckin nuggets!'

I quickly lift one to my mouth and take a bite.
I quickly spit it back out.
What I thought were chicken nuggets are actually some type of dessert.
What I thought might be salt sprinkled ontop was sugar.
It wasn't bad, but when your expecting on type of flavor while tasting a different one... It always ends in disaster.

"Don't like cinnamon bites either? "

I quickly snap my head up.
The short man that was holding the bag of food is standing on one of the tubes staring at me with a blank expression.
I crawl through one of the nearest tubes as fast as I could.

'How the hell did he get here so quietly?!'

I run out of the building only to be met with the whole group surrounding me.
I try to make a break for it but one grabs me.
I open my mouth to let out at least some noise for help.
I quickly have a gag stuffed in my mouth.
I head-butt my captor as hard as I could. They let go but it wasn't long before another takes their place and my hands are tied behind my back.
I try kicking and squirming out of their hold when pain explodes at the back of my skull and everything goes dark.