User:The Koromo/CoA1

The grimy, industrial musk of the night cityscape was well into setting itself in betwixt the air. Rain poured miserably, drumming down on the skyscrapers and the vehicles on the streets which created a bustling pallet of sounds. Even in the night, this city was full of activity and noises and movement. The rain continued to pour down profusely, creating puddles of all shapes and sizes, playing out contemporaneously with the massive skyscrapers that loomed far above the horizon. The darkened, decrepit back alleyways went unnoticed in the nightlife, alone and rejected, left to be reduced to grime and devoured by rats.

In one of these decaying alleys in the Midtown area of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan, New York City, a girl dashed quickly between many large apartment buildings, knocking over garbage cans and startling the many rats. The rain continued to slam down, and the girl was running so hard that mud from the puddles formed by the rain began to smear on her long blond hair.

Two male pursuers were after her - both of them in the almost exact same colored outfits, purple sweater vests and blue khaki jeans. One of them was wearing sunglasses, in spite of the fact that it was night, and the other went bare-eyed. Eventually, the two of these assailants chased the girl into a less confined space of the alley, though it still was rather compressing. With a yelp, she fell over a garbage can and kicked it over, spilling it's contents onto the rainy puddles below her, splashing it all over her. The two boys grinned as they stood above her triumphantly.

The one with the sunglasses licked his lips - he couldn't have been older than seventeen. "You could've escaped, slut. All we wanted was a little bit of fucking. If you just listened and obliged, this wouldn't have happened." He continued to grin and began to talk to the other. "What do you say we give this little bitch a real hurtin', eh?"

The other one nodded dumbly and copied "Yeah, a real hurtin'! I'll let ya have yer way with her first, kay!"

The sunglasses boy grinned and began unzipping his jeans in a fit of lustful rage. The girl began to tear up, cowering and now with nowhere to run, not only about to be unwillingly robbed of her virginity but also left to decay in an alleyway after they had had their ways with her.

As the sunglasses boy pinned the girl down after removing his pants fully, he undid his underwear and began to maneuver his hand up her skirt. The other one stood stupidly behind him, apparently oblivious.

"That feel good, you dirty fucking slut?" The sunglasses boy began to rub her intimate spots, and she instantly protested.

"No! Get away from me! You are sick! I do not want this!" She kicked and screamed, but was swiftly slapped across the face.

"Shut up slut," he demanded. "I'm cumming inside you whether you like it or not. But first, let me get this cock inside that pretty little mouth of yours."

In the midst of all this, both of them failed to notice a figure maneuver behind the shadowy lot of the alleyway under the heavily rainy night. Sunglasses was just about to fully remove his undergarments when the aforementioned figure swooped out of the shadows and latched on to the other boy who was watching; the stupidly talking one. Gripping on to the boy's neck and choking him, it brought up what looked like a led pipe and slammed it down onto the unsuspecting victim's nose, shattering it. The victim fell in a heap onto the concrete floor of the alley, blood spewing out of his nose like a fountain.

"Hey!"

The voice was that of the figure. It was a male, judging by his tone, and Sunglasses displayed a stunned expression as the unknown lurker leaped at him and delivered a swift jab in his face, cracking the left lens of his glasses and sending him stumbling into a wall. The boy, the unknown figure, made hasty eye contact with the girl, and managed to throw the led pipe at her. "Kid, take this! Watch out to your right!"

The girl did as she was told, and swiftly caught the led stick in her hands. From the right, the sunglasses boy charged in again, attempting to tackle her. She swung the device, but the assailant dodged swiftly before she managed to get a hit on his left rack of ribs. He yelped out and dove for the led device, knocking the girl over and grabbing it. Taking it in hand, he swung it above her, but she crouched swiftly, before she managed to regain her posture and deliver a knee in his stomach, knocking him into a recycling bin, knocking over a few trashed piles of paper.

"Get the neck, kid! Before he gets up!" The unknown figure motioned for her to attack. Without a word, she pounced onto him and began throttling his neck. He barely managed to push her off, and began to attack her again with the led pipe, taking random swings.

She was grazed by the led pipe on the cheek, leaving a slight bruise. Taking advantage of the assailant's disorientation, she delivered a swift uppercut to his chin which quickly made it's way up to his nose and eyes, knocking the sunglasses off (which landed into a nearby puddle in the alley) and sending a stream of crimson running down both of the boy's nostrils. In one final furious charge, he thundered at her, before she fell back and managed to grab onto his jacket by the skin of her teeth. Stumbling on her buttocks, she let go of him and sent him flying into two garbage bins, unconscious.

The unknown figure helped her up, and she finally noticed his features. He was a tall, broad-shouldered boy with blazing dark red hair and medium-sized, piercing green eyes. He donned a pitch black sweater vest which looked like it was designed for a biker gang. He was probably about nineteen years of age, judging by his appearance. The girl was initially intimidated, but he smiled warmly and took her under his jacket, protecting her from the cold.

His voice was glazed with a thick Brooklyn accent, but he spoke warmly and reassuringly. "It's okay. It's gonna be alright. C'mon, kid, let's get you inside somewhere warm." She latched onto him like a vice as she heard the sound of a door opening and felt her caretaker step into custody of sweet warmth.

He shut the door behind them, and the girl shimmied from under his jacket before she began to observe her surroundings. She was in a creaking, unkempt looking room with a staircase that led up to somewhere. The room was lit well, but a few of the bulbs were fading out. It smelled slightly of sawdust, and there was a small poker table in the middle of the room but just missing a board. The girl noticed that her rescuer was sitting in the chair on the other side of where she stood. She stumbled over to him and plopped herself into the seat, resting her arms on the table.

The boy began to speak to her again, keeping it simple. "Stay warm in here, kid. It's a place I just relax in when I feel the need to just think and take a breather. You smoke?" On cue, he pulled out a twelve-pack of Marlboro and lit one of them, propping it up on his lips and taking a huff.

The girl nodded. "I do," she replied, and lightly picked up one of the cigarettes for herself. She lit it and held it up to her mouth, taking a puff. "Oh, and please do not call me 'kid'."

He ignored her request. "So, what's your whole deal, kid? You don't seem like the street rat type, unlike me. I'll take care of you for as long as I can, since you obviously don't have a home judging by how you were about to get raped by two sickfucks in an alley...and what's with the skimpy clothes? It's gonna be winter pretty soon, kid."

"...I was born in Japan, to begin with."

"So was I, actually."

"And then following the death of my beloved parents, I was unwillingly forced by my uncle to take shelter in America. My cousin cared for me after his death, but she soon drifted apart as well due to other family ties. I now live all alone, without money, not even enough for a subway ride...in a home in Brooklyn. My name is Koromo."

The boy nearly dropped his cigarette. "Brooklyn? Christ, how did you get up here?" "I wandered aimlessly searching for what, I do not recall, if there was anything to recall to begin with."

"Hmmm..." The boy rubbed his chin. "Well, my name's Kazuo, for one, but to hell with that name. Just call me Nyx. How do you feel about living alone?" He rubbed his chin, smushing his cigarette in the ashtray beside him.

"It is horrible. My solitude persists, and to be left all by myself with no one to lean on to...I do not want to live with such a wearisome and isolated feeling." She sighed, her eyes full of sorrow.

Nyx responded bluntly. "Your vocabulary is pretty good for a street dweller. You must've gotten far before dropping out, unlike most of us."

"...That's because I was not always this way."

"Huh?" Nyx raised his eyebrows, and lounged back in his seat. "What do you mean?"

"I was once rich," she explained, "born without consent into a rich and scholarly family. After they died, I let go of hope. My grades began to dwindle, and I fell into despair when I lost all those dear to me. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all..."

Again, her new acquaintance responded bluntly. "Well...you can come and live with us, if you want. So even if you still gots a house, you have us."

Koromo looked shocked, absolutely dumbfounded. "W-what? Are you speaking words of truth?"

"Yeah." He stood up and slid in his chair, motioning for the stairwell. "C'mon, kid. I'm in a gang called The Black Angels. You may or may not have heard of 'em."