The boy ran. Ran like you wouldn’t believe. Ran like he’s never ran before. Poor thing didn’t even have on a pair of shoes. No. He ran from the house with only what he’s got on. A baggy pair of jean shorts and his red boxers. That’s it. That’s all he’s got now. He is not going back to that house. No fucking way in hell is he ever going back to that house. No one can make him either.

He’s totally out of breath by the time he finally stops. He’s damn near ready to collapse. His mind is running wild. What the fuck happened back there? He has no clue in the least. He reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet. Thank god he’s got enough change to make a phone call. He puts money in the slot on the payphone and dials the phone number on the piece of paper. Now he just has to wait for an answer. Poor kid doesn’t even know what time it is.

It's a good time to catch Sinister in his room, that's what time it is. The blond boy was just getting ready to go to the beach. He sets his stuff down and answers the phone. "Hello." he says cheerily.

He’s so worn out from running and being freaked out of his mind that he sinks to the ground with the phone to his ear. He listens to it ringing and is just about ready to stand up to hang it up when there’s a voice at the other end.

“Sin?” He’s breathing terribly heavy and there’s obvious fright in his voice as he says just that one word.

"Yeah, Blade? Is something wrong?" The boy asks. Blade sounds strange.

Sounds strange might be an understatement for the poor kid at the moment. “I... she... he... shit...” He takes a moment to take a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I think I’m in trouble,” he finally manages out.

"Where are you?" Sinister asks his voice suddenly filled with worry.

Where is he? Shit. He doesn't know. He looks around. "I... I'm not sure. Really..." he whimpers and continues to look around. "There's a lot of food places here."

"Okay, take a deep breath, look down at the payphone, there should be an information deal on it, with stuff like the booth's phone number, it will have an addresss too. Read me the address okay?" He says.

On Blade’s end of the phone, he blinks a few times before he catches on to what Sin is telling him to do. Shit. Big words. He’s very nearly on the verge of tears at this point but he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He gives the address number and then each letter in the name of the street since he’s not able to pronounce it in the least.

"Okay, I know where you are, you're in front of a chicken wing place ain't ya?" Give me about fifteen minutes to get to you, maybe less if the guy across the hallway will let me borrow his bicycle." Sinister says.

He looks up at the building where the phone is in front of. "Yeah... a chicken wing place..." he confirms. "Okay..."

After he hangs up the phone, he slides back down to the ground. He's not moving from this spot. He pulls his knees up to his chest and puts his forehead on his knees. That's how Sin will find him when he gets there.

Sinister gets there in about five minues after peddaling like a maniac on the bike he borrowed. He comes to a stop while hopping off of it. 'Woah, Dude, what the hell happened? " he asks on seeing that Blade is half dressed and barefoot.

So much for the boy being such a punk badass at the moment. As soon as he hears the voice of his only friend, he busts out crying. Yes. He’s quite shook up. Think about it. Thirteen year old boy that knows nothing except the way of life on the streets suddenly witnesses what the hell happened back there at Greg’s place. That would shake you up pretty bad too.

“I... I’m not even sure,” he finally manages to say as he tries to wipe away his tears. He doesn’t even care if he looks like a baby or not right now. "I... I can't stay here," he finally says. "Out in the open. I... I don't want her to find me."

"Okay, we'll go to my dorm, and then you can tell me."Sinister agrees.

Blade nods and gets to his feet. The bottoms of them hurt from running so far over the pavement but he’s too shook up to really notice much. “Okay...”

They walk back to Sin's room. He walks the bike, he'd been in a hurry to get to Blade, now that he was with him, he wasn't going to tear off on the bike and leave him behind.

He’s silent the entire way to Sin’s room. He is, however, quite alert to everything and everyone around him. His eyes dart everywhere as they walk. He’s watching. Making sure he wasn’t followed or some crazy shit like that. God. What a fucked up day. And to think. All of that just because he wanted to work on his drawings instead of talking to Ally.

Sinister returned the bike before unlocking his room. Then he waved for Blade to come in. "I'll find you some sweats, take a shower, you'll feel better." Sinister says after shutting and locking his door.

Blade followed Sin into his room. “Thanks,” he said. “I... I really didn’t know what I was going to do. I mean... I don’t know anyone else out here.”

Sinister nods and gets some sweats out of a drawer dark grey with red piping. "Here take a shower and then we can talk. If you're hungry I can call for some Chinese delivery or some fried chicken. " He offers.

“I don’t think I could eat right now if I tried,” he said with a sigh. Blade takes the sweats from Sin and heads into the bathroom. He takes a long, hot shower. By the time he turns off the water, the mirror is so fogged over that it’s going to take a while for it to unfog. He dries off and slides the sweats on. He stuffs his red boxers into one of the deep pockets of his jeans. Oh joy. Commando. (O.o)

He comes out of the bathroom carrying his jean shorts with his boxers stuffed in the pocket. He goes over to one of the chairs and sits down on it. Backwards mind you. He drapes his jean shorts across his lap for lack of knowing where else to put them and leans his forehead against the back of the chair.

"What happened, and who is she? I thought it was just you and your foster dad." Sinister says. He really would like to know what's going on.

He shakes his head slightly. “There’s a girl there. She’s a foster kid too. Greg took her in cause she didn’t have no where else to go either.” Makes him sound like a great guy, doesn’t it? Yeah, right. “I’m not entirely sure what happened. She was being a brat to me. Came into my room. Wouldn’t leave. I was minding my own business working on my newest drawing.”

He stopped talking for a minute. “Fuck,” he says out of the blue. “My drawings. My drawings are still there. So is my knife collection. My clothes. My everything. I can’t go back there. No way in hell. I’d rather go to hell than go back there.”

"Why can't you go back, cause of this girl who was being a brat? Give me a clue man." Sinister says.

He lifts his head slightly and shakes it in an attempt to try to clear his mind. “I got up to leave my room since she wouldn’t. She got in front of me and grabbed my throat,” he finally starts talking. “It was weird. I started feeling weak. She wasn’t even squeezing my throat that hard. But I couldn’t get her off. And then Greg showed up out of the blue. Kicked in the front door so hard it flew across the room. He... he grabbed her and threw her. She... she...” The more he talked the more he felt his own self getting confused about things.

“She went through the wall of the house and landed in the front yard. And then... and then she was suddenly right there in the room again. They started getting into it and I ran to hide in Greg’s room. Even though the door was shut, I could hear them as if they were right there. Not just sound coming through the door. I swear. After a while it started getting really quiet. I had to get the hell out of there. I looked at the window thinking I needed to open it so I could get out that way without her seeing me...” His voice trailed off for a moment and he looked over towards Sin with widened eyes. “The window... it broke... from inside the room. I swear it. It like... shattered. I wasn’t even near it!”

As far fetched and illogical as this sounds Sinister believes him. "Okay you can stay here for a while, I'll help you figuer something out. Okay?" Sinister says.

He feels like an idiot saying all of it because it really does sound far fetched and illogical. Remember folks, we’re dealing with two uninnish kids here. What a shame they had to end up in this type of situation. What a shame indeed. And it started when all Blade wanted to do was work on his drawing.

“Thanks,” he answers after a few moments. “I didn’t know what else to do...”

"Well at least you had someone to call. You cool if I leave you here while I walk to the cafeteria?" he asks, Sinister is hungry, though isn't he always?

Blade nods and glances towards the beds. “You mind if I lay down for a while? My head... it hurts.”

"It's fine. Rest. Should I bring you anything in case you want it later, some fruit, or maybe some bottles of juice, or anything?" Sinister offers.

“Thanks,” he says and moves towards one of the beds almost as if on autopilot. “Milk sounds good.” He lays down on the bed. He probably won't sleep though. Still far too shook up.

"Whole or choclate?" Sinister asks.

"Chocolate," he answers.

And then Sin is gone.

Blade just lays there on the bed after he hears the door close and lock. The poor kid really is a mental mess with all that happened. So not the way I had wanted for him to learn about things. Oh well. He'll get over it.

Anyway, he rolls over too many times to even count in an attempt to get comfortable. But his mind is racing too much for him to be able to do so. Finally, he settles with lying on his side with his knees partially pulled up towards his chest. He's facing away from the door and towards the window. (I'm assuming there is a window in the room. Forgive me if there isn't.)

"Damn it," he mutters to himself. "All my stuff. My knives. My art. Fuck. I can't leave my art there. Knives can be replaced at some point. But my art. God damn it." He's very nearly close to tears again as he thinks about his art. There is a drawing he did of his mother in the bunch. He'd done it two years ago. It's quite good I might add.

When sinister comes back with the choclate milk an hour later there is a pile of stuff outside his door. He knocks on the door so Blade can give him a hand with it. He recognizes Blade's bag and the laptop he'd given him.

He about jumps out of his skin when there’s a knock on it. “Who... who’s there?” he calls out as he sits up. He doesn’t think that Sin would knock on his own door.

"It's me." Sinister calls. "I really think you should see this."

Blade gets up off the bed now that he knows it /is/ Sin and goes to the door to open it. “See what?” he asks and then just happens to look down. His eyes damn near bug out of his head. “What the fuck?? Did you...?” He’s blinking, trying to get the sudden tears to go away. His stuff is there on the floor. How did it get there??

"Stuff was here when I came back, someone knows you're here though. I hope they have freindly intentions." Sinister says helping to piack the stuff up and carry it in.