The Abandoned

Chapter 1

     As rain poured hard from the ashy sky, a man was weaving from alley to alley with his bare feet pounding against the littered cement and leaving a trail of blood. Lightning crashed as sirens wailed and echoed in the air, speeding near his location. He knew he'd be in trouble if he didn't find a place to hide.
     Soon, the man limped up to a small apartment building and looked up. Covering his face from the heavy rain, his green eyes widened as he spotted a window just cracked open. The man, eager for shelter, jumped and pulled down a rusty ladder from the fire escape. He carefully climbed up and made his way to the window, peering inside to check if the coast was clear. Seeing no one inside, he struggled and pushed the window wide enough for his slender body to wiggle through. However, he lost his foothold and tumbled to the floor, a vase careening over and crashing onto the carpet with a shatter beside him. In the other room, running could be heard as an older man shouted, "Who's there? Show yourself and drop your weapon! I have a shotgun!"
     The drenched man panicked and looked around to hide or defend himself, but soon the owner of the apartment rounded the corner with a huge steak knife raised over his head to strike before he paused. The intruder cowered in fear and held up his hands. "I'm sorry! I'm not here to rob ya! O-Or hurt you for that matter! I was just trying to find a place to stay! Please don't hurt me or call the cops!" He begged. The owner's eyes softened but kept the knife raised as he took a step forward and scanned over the intruder. He could see his bloody feet from the pieces of glass in the alleys and a gun wound on his shoulder. There was no clear indication that this person was going to rob him, and he seemed to injured to fight back. He sighed and gently kneeled down in front of the hooded figure, setting the knife down. "Okay, okay, I won't. Just calm down. At least let me take care of your wounds."
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     The younger hissed and yelped as glass was extracted from his feet. He gritted his teeth and decided to try and distract himself.  He looked down at the busy man. He had soft brown hair and light blue eyes, a tiny scar above his left eyebrow, and a scruffy beard accompanying his face. He had on a white T-shirt and silly blue shorts with flamingos on them. "What's your name?" The intruder blinked, bringing back his attention to his caretaker. "Excuse me?" He asked. The man glanced up. "Your name? You do have a name, don't you?" He inquired, slightly raising his accented foreign voice. The hooded man quickly nodded. "O-Oh! Yeah, I do. My name is Anti." After pulling out the last piece of glass, added with Anti's yelp of pain, the man rose a brow. "That's quite a unique name you got. My name's Seán." Anti nodded as he watched Seán begin to place Band-Aids over the tiny cuts. When he stood, Seán rubbed the back of his neck. "Er… I know this might sound awkward, but could you take off your hoodie and shirt? You could catch a cold and I need to look at that nasty wound."
     Anti reluctantly nodded and carefully slid them off. He heard Seán gasp and watched as he took a step back in fear. "H-How the hell do you look like me?" He questioned. The lookalike, now with dark green hair and slightly pointed ears with gauges, casted his glance to the floor. "I kinda forgot to mention that I'm a demon," he laughed nervously. "And, well, since I don't naturally have a human look, I take form as the first person I meet." Seán's face seemed to pale the more he spoke and trued to process what he had heard. "A demon? A fucking demon? You're… you're bullshitting me." The demon rolled his eyes. "Well you and I don't exactly have a long lost twin so I'd imagine I'm not," he explained sarcastically. Seán shook his head as he composed himself. "No, I get it. It's just that I've never really believed in ghosts and demons," he stammered before moving closer. "So, since you are a demon, are you guys, like, in hiding or something?" Anti sighed as he watched the older man wrap up his bloodied shoulder. "It's a long story." When Seán finished, he hesitantly sat beside him. "I've got time," he spoke softly, giving a small smile. Anti gently smiled back and gave a nod as he rubbed his padded shoulder. "Thank you."

(A/N: If you guys don't know, this is the rewritten version of Friend's Forever? And I'll be posting every Saturday and possibly Sunday. Please give feedback on what you guys think! Farewell, my demons and angels!)