"THIEF!"
A small hooded figure(obviously that of a child) dashes through the crowd of the grim city street, the people turn their heads to the shout of the woman. The figure swerves swiftly, small legs eating up distance while clutching a warm loaf of bread and two apples tightly against their chest.
"STOP THEM!"
The crowd parted, and heavy footsteps sounded behind fast. A brawny, scruffy, bearded man chased with tight fists and haggard breathing. The small figure dashes through the alleyway, scraping the narrow corners and out turned bricks while huffing and groaning as their legs start to give.
"Haaah-- Huff"
"GET HERE YOU DAMN BRAT!"
Looking back, they jolted seeing the small gap between them and the certain crushing force of the man's hand. With renewed resolve from fear and desperation, they pushed harder, darting into a dingy alleyway where the smell of the rusted iron walls burned the throat, and the stench of overflowing sewage was nauseating. Broken glass and waste filled the cracks of the aged stone pavement; light from the street at the end poured into the wasteland of an alley-- the exit. The figure darts back onto the main street, and a smile spreads wide on their lips as they finally escaped.
"I've got you now, you filthy mutt!"
The man lifted the thief by the back of the ragged hood, pulling upwards the neckline, causing a pained gasp. He gnashed his teeth angrily, a vein bulging in his thick neck.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN STEAL FROM ME AGAIN!"
"GAAAAHK!"
A sharp cry rang through the street that turned heads, his heavy fist hit square into the middle-right section of the back, surely cracking some ribs with the force of the blow. The ragged hood slips to reveal the sunken cheeks and dirt covered face of a child. He grovelled on the ground, protecting his head as the man went frenzy with his stomps. The crowd murmured but none dared intervene.
"Damn mongrel! How dare you disrespect me!"
"HELP! PLEASE! GHHK--! I WAS ONLY HUN-ACK!!"
Blood poured onto the cracked pavement as his already frail body tried to take the beating, he cried, he whimpered, shuddered-- and even begged! But it fell on deaf ears, his eyes still searching for someone, anyone but they all averted their gaze, some in fear and others with disgust.
The man spit, stomping his boot on the kid's back and ribs. Then he huffed and laughed as if he had conquered a lifelong foe. He bent his leg for another kick, a nasty satisfied smile on his pig-like face.
"How disgusting."
A sharp, low voice stilled the air. He feels a sharp pressure against his lower back as if something was poking him, pressing sharply through his clothes and againt his skin. He was caught off guard but gnashes his teeth and spins his head around, his neck muscles bulging and face beet red.
"Who dares to--!"
"I have to say, I don't really care what animals do, but something about you pisses me off. Perhaps it's because you remind me of a ravenous pig- no, an ugly disfigured boar is more accurate."
The man's eyes widened and colour drained from his face. He briefly took in the appearance of the person; his white hair tied back but the length was still enough to meet the mid section of his back and his eyes were a ghostly grey, his beauty was mesmerising. Then his eyes drifted down to see the end of a silver dessert eagle pressing against his lower spine.
"...Huh?"
"Is that all you have to say?"
His tone was lifeless and mocking. He stood menacingly, his finger still on the trigger. The hairs on the back of the man's neck stand up, and a chill runs through him as he meets the gaze of this person again.
On pure instinct, he knew that trigger would be pulled without a second thought-- he could've if he wanted to. The man swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Every muscle in his body tensed to flee-- this kid was something else.
"W-What do you want, kid?"
"You can't provide me what I want."
He asnwer was sharp. His head tilts slightly to the right side, he lifts his hand slowly and raises the barrel of the gun to the centre of the man's spine.
"Isn't it interesting how with one shift of my finger, a simple action, I can decide your outcome? Are you afraid?"
The man trembles terribly, his eyes wider than should be possible and his pants wet with his embarrassing fear. What he saw wasn't a mere boy-- but a terrible demon who'd come for his life! He pushes him with a heavy hand before taking off in a stupor. His burly body pushed through the crowd as fast as he could to get away, anywhere but here!
"Tsk."
He lifts the barrel of the gun in the direction of the man, he lets out a soft breath.
[Activate Skill Card: Thousand Meter Shot]
BAAANNG!!!!
An ear-splitting sound made the crowd drop for cover with a scream. Soft smoke wafted from the muzzle, he let out a breath before stooping down near the kid that was beat up earlier. His voice was soft and low.
"Head through the east alley until you reach Onara's tavern, ask for help, she'll heal you."
The kid's eyes were wide but he nodded vigorously. He wipes his tears and the blood from his lips. He pushes himself to his feet.
"I will... Thank-"
"KYYYAAAAKKKK!! H-HIS HEAD! IT'S GONE!"
A woman shrieks from the crowd, people glance down to the man's body that was left in an unnatural position from the sheer force of the shot. His head and neck exploded, brain, bone and flesh torn and splattered, seeping into the cracks of the ground where his blood pooled. The crowd scatters immediately.
"...Who are you, Sir Angel?"
His question isn't immediately answered, a long drawn out silence between the two. He seemed reluctant to answer the question, the moment becoming almost awkward considering he didn't break eye contact during the silence.
"You don't need to know. Go where I told you. And don't call me that"
The kid nods once before limping off, he glances back at the person who saved him, silent tears flowing down his cheek. This was the first time he could remember someone saving him.