Another rainny day

[trey leshcitm]

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Trey moved down the street. There was a light drizzle falling from the sky. It felt good against his face. Although most of it was falling into his new black hair, he was looking at the ground. It was weird having strands of black hair falling in the corner of your eyes rather then the old blond color it used to be. He'd have to suck it up and get used to it, like everything else in his life.

He turned the corner and continued to move. He already looked around today for a good three hours, he sure didn't get anything good. That sucked. Trey was sick and tired of spending day after day after day looking for his brother!

Why could his stupid brother just be somewhere for once and why couldn't they ever see each other again? Trey wasn't sure if he was supposed to be mad and hate his brother, or like him even more then they meet up. It's been years since he's last seen his brother, but that didn't matter. He'd still find him again. Trey promised when he was in the hospital.

He kicked a rock as he moved ahead, kicking it farther and farther after each time he moved up to it. A younger boy hit Trey's side, he pushed off. "Sorry." He said as he began to walk off quickly.

Trey might have been stupid, but he wasn't that stupid. He was a pick-pocketer too! He glared at the boy and shoved his hand in his pocket feeling for the money he stole. Damnit! He sprinted ahead chasing after the boy. The boy looked over his shoulder once.

The kid didn't have to be told a second time. He was Trey coming at him, and coming fast. He began to run quickly. He was so close. Trey follow him closely though, getting closer and closer.

The boy couldn't outrun Trey, he was fast, and he could keep running for mile after mile. He was used to that kind of stress. Trey flew around the corner, the boy tried hiding by running into some old place. Haha, how stupid, he thought he'd be able to hide.

Trey chased after him sprinting into the old building after the boy. He stopped and took about a milli-second to look around. It didn't look as bad as you'd think. Although he took a nice-ish looking place for granted and he ignored it.

Trey spotted the boy's movement ahead, oh right... He forgot. He sprinted forward once again after the kid. The boy was tied, he didn't even stand a chance. Trey tackled the younger boy and pinned him to the ground.

Trey... Wasn't the smartest kid. He assumed everyone was like him. This younger boy was a pick-pocketer, and he was alone. Nope... No one could set this all up by them self. And not to say this kid was like 13. Although he just didn't know.

Trey brought his hand back and punched the boy hard in the cheek once. He grabbed his money from the kid and shoved he back in his pocket standing up.

Trey kicked the boy once in the side and glared at him. It was nice to feel strong for once, that he was able to protect himself from this kid on the street. Although now wasn't the time to celebrate. He brought his foot down on his shoulder once more.

The boy kinda reminded him of an old bully in school, maybe they where like brothers or something and the bully hired his brother to get Trey back. Oh well, for that he decided to throw out a little threat. "And so help me. You ever think about-"
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[nate mitchells]

The punches had been slowing down since the beginning of this whole issue, but that really wasn’t his fault. Nate had been keeping up with the other, but the bruise on his jaw was going to slow him down and since the other seemed to keep attacking that spot; there was nothing he could do to defend himself. Well, besides pull his gun out, but in a good fist fight, he would rather not do that. Though, this was quickly getting nasty and Nate had better things to do than fight for fun…for once. With a grunt as another hard hit knocked him back, he took the few seconds to draw his gun and send a shot right through the other’s brains. It was just like in one of those action movies, where the hero uses his momentum to pull out a gun and shoot right at the other boy. Well, in this case, Nate certainly was no hero and this wasn’t an action movie. This was real life and Nate was actually defending himself…for once.

With another grunt as he stared down at the bloody body, he decided that he would need to get out of the way for a while. The police would come soon; no doubt a frightened mother had called 911 at the sound of a gunshot. Those mothers, they were too protective. They needed to let their kids either live or die on their own. After all, Nate had been left to himself most of the time, which was why he joined gangs and became something close to a cold blooded killer. After all, the kid that couldn’t defend himself was either in jail for his life, or he was dead. There were no options other than those two and seeing as Nate had already seen the doors of jail for a few nights, there was no reason for him to go ahead and die just yet. Now, that wouldn’t help his gang at all. Actually, while they were planning to beat down the Bloods, Nate should actually be staying in tip top form, but that wasn’t his fault…or was it?

With a sigh, he pushed the firearm into the waistline of his jeans and he headed towards home. What was home for him nowadays? Well, that would be headquarters for the Disciples. It used to be some top Disco place, but now people knew not to come in there. Hell, the police even knew that a gang was there, but they also knew it was suicide for at least half their men if they even tried to take the place by force. To get in, you had to earn Nate’s trust, or in the case of the kids in front of him, you needed to chase a member there. His eyes narrowed at the scene before him as he watched a new member, a little thief who Nate had almost killed for trying to steal his gun lead an attacker right into the headquarters. His lips turned downwards in a frown, for they had actually been up in a smirk while he had been walking. Oh well, there was no more of that.

He followed after the two boys at his own pace, knowing that if the new kid was a danger, another gang member would shoot him. Nate licked his lips and realized with morbid amusement that there was blood on his lips. He chuckled at the taste and walked into an interesting event. That kid who had been chasing the thief was beating the kid senseless. The thief deserved it, so Nate wasn’t going to stop it. After all, why would he stop something when it just taught an idiot a lesson? Though, as the other started to threaten a member of his gang, he decided to step in. After all, who wouldn’t be scared of a gang leader? ”Hey kid, get up and away from that thief.” he said drawing the gun and putting it to the side of the boy’s head.

He knew that the gun smelled like smoke, giving away the fact that it had recently been fired. He didn’t care though, just because it would scare this idiot more. He looked at the thief and nodded for him to get moving and fix his wounds. With a simple punch (the gun in hand of course) he sent the chaser off his thief. The thief nodded his head and got up and went running. Nate smirked and turned back to the chaser, ”So, why are you in my home?” there was an eerie tone to his voice. Almost like he was asking the other just to give him a reason for Nate to shoot him…Almost.

[trey leshcitm]

Trey stopped in the middle of his sentence as something was placed to his head. He slowly turned his head to the side to see a gun right in between his eyes. Ah shit. He got punched, he threw himself backwards so it wouldn't hurt at much at contact. He saved his face, but the fall wasn't so nice to his butt. He slowly got up again and looked at the older boy.

He had blood on him, his jaw was bruised. Trey really didn't like the smell of smoke from the gun. Although, none of that mattered. His eyes where stuck at the others. He had the eyes... He wouldn't ever forget those eyes his whole life.

He found him. Now what? Did Trey run forward and hug him screaming, 'Oh my freaking god! It's been years!' Or did he not say anything and just wait? He opened his mouth and stood there, much like an idiot. Home. This was Nate's home? Trey took a step backwards and took in a deep breath.

Don't be stupid. Don't be stupid. He thought looking at the gun. He then looked at Nate again. Damn, why was it so hard to get one stupid word out of his mouth. Was he afraid of the gun? Or was he afraid of what this gray eyed, depressed looking... Violent kid became?

Trey took in a deep breath before he shook his head, his black hair falling in his eyes. "You saw me." He finally spat out way too fast. Oh well, it wasn't worth trying to act like he wasn't scared. He guessed he blew that cover up there earlier when he tried to speak... Or when he was in shock. It had been years since he last saw Nate.

Trey rolled his black sweat shirt sleeves up and put the hood over his head. He wanted to grab the necklace around his neck and shove it in Nate's face, showing how great he took care of it. Although not now. He just hoped the annoying contacts in his eyes would pay off.

"That thief stole my money so I came in and got it back." He said shoving his hand down into his pants pocket. He looked at the ground and rolled back on his feet. He wondered what Nate thought about him.

Trey wasn't sure how to act. He decided to try and play it cool. "You can put your gun away, you made your point..." He said, really hating the idea of a gun at his head. "We all know you can kick my ass. I'm not a threat." He looked back up at Nate.

What was wrong with him? His eyes were so... Not him. Trey wondered what would happen to him. What would he become? Obviously he'd be sticking around looking out for Nate... Or stalking Nate for a while. He seriously didn't think he'd actually find him.

Trey was just so happy he was alive. He was now trying hard to stop himself from smiling. What next? First he's in shock, then playing it cool, now trying dead hard not to break out laughing.