An Interesting Event.

The masked goon has approached me again.

I was sitting on the hard concrete sidewalk, with my back up against the store wall. I had noticed a presence but had said nothing. I waited for the person to announce themself. I waited and waited, until that person finally managed to get out a mumbled hello.

He sat right beside me. I pushed myself up. He got up as well.

"What do you want?" I asked. I admit, I was kind of harsh. I blame my period.

"I'm Kobalos and you, um, kicked me in the shin," he said softly.

It was then that I knew I had to get away from him. I turned around to run, but he grabbed a hold of my wrist.

"Please," he pleaded, "don't leave. I don't want to hurt you."

I clawed at his arm. He winced in pain, but still would not let me go.

"Let me go," I screamed at him, hoping one of the people walking on the streets would care to notice. Ha, what a useless thing to hope. Of course they don't care about a filthy street-rat.

"Please, just listen," his voice was strained.

"Why should I?"

"We're alike," his posture was hunched. He looked at me with unsure eyes.

"How the hell are we alike?" I snapped. How the hell can I be like one of those people?

"We both deal with those creatures."

"Yeah, I run and you chase. Although, I never heard of a goon quite as young as you," I told him.

"I'm not a proxy," he said.

"Then why were you following me and wearing a mask?"

"I'm very eccentric and I was concerned for your safety. You can join us if you want. I mean, it's probably best if you do. We can help you, and there's safety in numbers." He then muttered to himself, "The masked looked cool."

"Fine, I'll join you. But, if I find out that you were lying to me, you will regret it. Am I clear?" The look on his face was priceless.

He led me to his base, not bothering to make a conversation. His face was downcast. He held my wrist tightly in his hands, afraid to let go.

I kicked some soda cans to entertain myself.

The people passing by gave us two a glance but turned their heads away and went on with their exsistance.

At last, he led me to a motel room. He got out a key and unlocked the door.

"Nate, I brought someone with me," he called out.

A unshaven man came out of the bathroom. I hoped he washed his hands.

"I'm Nate," he said bluntly.

"I know that already," I replied in the same tone as him. He smirked for a bit but then went back to his normal neutral expression.

"You can sleep on the floor, or if Kobalos is generous, you can sleep on his bed," he told me.

I then talked to Nate. Our conversation consisted of meaningless things, so I won't bother putting them on here.  Kobalos turned on the tele to watch some movies on AMC.

These people don't seem that bad. I might enjoy my stay here.