Crazy Together - Fillie

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This story is a little different from my other ones. Atleast with profanity part.
The whole "good guys needing them" will happen in the next chapter.
Nevertheless, Enjoy!

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He scurried through the streets in a hurry. It was dark out and he wanted to find a place to crash at before he got mugged. Again.

They said the city was dangerous, especially at night, and especially if you walked through an abandoned alley. That didn't stop him, he had come too far to turn back. He was running away from his past.

He walked along silently, the dump seemed like a good spot to sleep. He layed some newspapers and tried to cover the disgusting smell. He sighed, sitting on the newspapers and avoiding the trash water.

It could be worse
he thought.

No it couldn't.

Finn opened his bag, he had only bought enough food to last him three weeks. However his supply was getting smaller. He split his sandwich in half and took a large bite. It wasn't long till he saw someone walking towards him.

A man. A man with tattoos covering every inch of his body. His hair was a mess and he looked like he was wearing a rag. He held a glass bottle of god knows what with him as he limped towards Finn.

The man bent down next to him, his eyes looking blazed. "What's a shit like you doing on my bed?" The man slurred

Finn rolled his eyes, not paying attention to the drunk infront of him. He continued to eat his food.

The man laughed deviously, getting closer to Finn. Too close for his liking.

"I said get lost," The man continued. Finn cringed at the scent of alcohol mixed with what he assumed was weed.

"Look, i don't feel like fighting. So why don't you find some other bitch to bother?" Finn spat back.

The man's delirious eyes turned angry as he lunged towards Finn.
Finn quickly stood up, pushing the older man back. His eyes widened when he realized the man was holding a blade. Finn stepped back cautiously. The man quickly charged back at Finn, bringing the knife to his neck.

Finn began to process the severity of situation.

"Any last words?" The drunk asked

Well shit, i'm screwed before even getting screwed....
Finn thought

Before he could do anything he heard the sound of a blade going into flesh. He expected feeling a rush of pain, but nothing happened. He heard a body thump on the ground before slowly opening his eyes.

The man was on the floor, knife stuck near his shoulder.

Finn looked up to see a figure hovering over him. A girl. Her hair was long, tied up with loose strands blowing along to the harsh breeze. She was wearing nothing but a black croptop and black jeans, with some leather shoes. Her eyes were full of danger and adrenaline.

"You just killed him..." Finn spoke

The girl rolled her eyes, bending down to pick up her blood stained blade. "And he just got my knife dirty, we're even." she commeneted, wiping the red substance off.

"You could go to jail...." Finn warned, grabbing his things.

The girl laughed, "And you're going to tattle on me? You're basically an accomplice.' She stated, crossing her arms with an all knowing look.

Finn rolled his eyes, This girl is annoying. He thought

"And he's not dead...atleast i think. I didn't stab too hard. Stop being such a wuss, you would have died if it weren't for me. A thank you would be appreciated right about now." The girl said.