Bright eyes fading

[Foxx]

“How can I tell you that I’ve failed….”

A man stood alone in the middle of a ruined street. He clutched a parcel close to his chest as he starred mournfully at the sky. Letting out a deep sigh he continued on his path. The man appeared to be around his mid-thirties, he had long brown hair, dull grey eyes and a straggly beard. He was a giant of a man standing at six feet four inches and weighing well over two hundred pounds. He kept his head down careful not to make eye contact with anyone around him. He made it this far by playing it smart; he did not start fights or end them. He simply let them happen. He approached two small children camped by a burning pile of debris one boy and one girl. Their bright eye lit up and both of them rushed the man.

“Easy now easy” The man laughed as he unwrapped the parcel reviling it to be two small pieces of bread. The two children quickly inhaled the food, and looked up at the man smiling. He cracked a smile and walked away. He had been scavenging food for the kids, since he arrived into town five months ago. Their bright eyes reminded him of….

He wandered down a familiar ally, slowly sliding down the wall he pulled out a old rusted revolver. He rubbed the barrel on his temple his mind wandering into past thoughts. The city he lived in and the family he once loved.
CLICK….CLICK…

A familiar sound he knew all to well. He chuckled to himself as he placed the revolver back into his jacket pocket.
“It was worth a shot…hehe.”

[Abram Dabra]

Clyde's eyes behind his mask rolled as he saw the man sitting in the alleyway with an old gun pressed against his temple. He didn't flinch as the man pulled the trigger. He wouldn't care if the washed up loser died, but he knew he wouldn't. Normal guns didn't work anymore. Idiot should have known that.

"Hey numb nuts. If you want to die that's not the way to do it."

The small figure stood at the end of the alleyway, his shadow casting down the alley, much taller than he was.

"Not that I care or anything, but free tip. If you want to kill yourself, use a damn knife."

[Foxx]

The man flashed a sliver grin, as he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a wadded pack of cigarettes. Placing a bent cigarette in his mouth he slowly lit it with an old brass lighter. The man blew out thick grey smoke out of his nose.

“I’m trying don’t worry kid.”

The man glanced over the boy, trying to get a feel for just what this kid was. An astronaut? Or an Alien? Who knew? In this day and age who really knew.

“A little early for Halloween eh? “

[Abram Dabra]

"Hahaha. You're funny, you know that."

He said sarcastically rolling his eyes again as the man decided that a failed suicide attempt deserved a smoke. Well that was one way to kill yourself, if not an efficient way to do it. But he wasn't judging.

"What can I say, I like free candy. Good luck with your suicide."

And he gave the man a small quick wave and began to continue down the street. Putting the man out of his mind. He was either going to die or not. Either way it was no skin off his balls. If he wanted to die then he was better off rotting.

[Foxx]

"Say kid..."

The man took a long drag off his cigarette and exhaled the thick toxic smoke. He kept his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him.

"Do you ever feel like...your story just wont end..and your just forced to live?"


He took another long drag letting the cigarette hang in his mouth as he spoke again.

"Whats to say that if I cut my throat right now...whats to stop some crazy virus or some other crazy shit from entering my body and bringing me back to life?"[/b]

[Abram Dabra]

He stopped in his tracks as the man spoke to him. He wouldn't turn to face him though, not yet. But he did give the man's words some thought. It was an interesting question and an interesting view. Though he didn't see it as a bad thing.

"If you feel like your story isn't ending then don't treat it like a fucking story. Do what you want with your life. And if some weird virus or something brings you back to life then do what you want with that life."

He shrugged.

"I've seen to many people die to even consider myself above dying. But hey what do I know, I'm just a kid dressed up for Halloween in fucking March right?"

He rolled his eyes.

[Foxx]

The man quickly tossed the cigarette to his side and slowly got up from the ground.He liked this kid..he did not try to cheer him up which was something that had always bugged him about random strangers. He was a fresh breathe of air.

"Fair enough..."

The man flashed a sliver grin and brushed some dirt off his cloths. He glanced over toward the kid.

"You some sort of robot or something? Cause that would not surprise me at all."

[Abram Dabra]

"Ha. I'm about as much of a robot as you are. I just come from somewhere a bit less hospitable than here."

The Arizona desert sucked donkey dicks. And after the bombs it just got worse. Try living in the desert without even reliable plumbing, electricity going in and out, and bandits roaming about. You needed every edge you could get. And it was the inspiration for his suit. It protected him from the harsh sun, or else he would have probably died from exposure long ago.

"I'm a Mercenary."

[Foxx]

The man raised a brow, he was once fancied himself a merc too. but that was a lifetime ago. He gave the kid a look that can be described as 'really?'

"What are you...like twelve?"

[Abram Dabra]

He turned and finally faced the man again, taking note of the looks he was giving him.

"Ha ha ha. I get it. Because I'm short right? That's funny."

It wasn't. Not even slightly funny.

"I'm twenty. Dick weed. What are you? Like forty and going through your midlife crisis?"

Yeah, thinking he was a kid because he was short. How fun, it was freaking annoying! It's not like he had control over his height. Whatever, the guy was a smart ass. Most people were.

[Foxx]

"Twenty? Jesus kid..was your mother a midget..like..I could fit you in the overhead bin on a plane."


He took a step closer toward the kid, trying to gauge just how much taller he was. The man was not trying to insult the kid he just never seen someone so short in his life.

"I'm assuming you did not eat your vegetables as a kid?"

[Abram Dabra]

The man was way taller than Clyde since he was only 5'6" and just a bit over one hundred and forty pounds. But to his credit he looked up at the man and though one could not see his face his body language did not project fear or intimidation.

"You done with the short jokes shaggy? Because if we are finished here I have some important stuff to do."

He paused a beat.

"Like cleaning out your Mother's pipes."

[Foxx]

"Do you have a step ladder?"

The man laughed and ran his hand through as he smiled. The kid was shorter then a oompa loompa, but he could tell the kid had fire. Which was a million times more important than size and strength. Fire is what pushes you to overcome your fear and drown your pain. Something the man lost long ago.

"Ahh, sorry kid...that was the last one today."

[Abram Dabra]

"Why would I need a step ladder when your Mom spends so much time on her back?"

He retorted back neutrally. Dropping his hands to his sides he sized up the man in front of him. A bit of a change from the loser that was sitting in the alleyway just a few minutes ago trying to kill himself. Guy was probably mentally unstable. It wouldn't surprise him, everyone that thrived in this world seemed to be fucking nuts.

"If you say so. But if there is nothing else you wanted to ask me Gramps I'm gonna bail."

And he just turned and started to walk away. If the man wanted to ask him more pointless questions about life he could follow him. But he was done playing stand around and talk about nothing. He didn't know this guy, and the guy wasn't waving money in front of him so he didn't care. Maybe if he had a nice set of knockers he would, but he didn't. Which was good, cause that would be weird.

[Foxx]

Go with the boy.....

It was a familiar voice in the mans head, one that he had not heard in a long time. The voice use too guide him, protect him, and tell him how to survive.

"Hey kid wait up..."

The man jogged up toward him and started to walk beside him. The man was a strange, and he knew that. So he tried his best at trying not to be super strange.

"You said you where a merc right? You mind helping me out with something?"