[nikita] just keep running

[alfred]

Alfred glanced over his shoulder, his pace increasing from a walk to a steady sprint. Trailing after him was a group of three to five men, each carrying long, metallic bats in their hands. They muttered to one another in husky and slurred voices, their eyes glaring daggers into Al's back. It was nearly midnight and the posse was just one of the many gangs that plagued the area, sitting and waiting for the weak to come stumbling into them. Unfortunately, their maniacal plans were shattered by Alfred, who came bounding up to them in giant strides. The young man was easily convinced he would become a hero and save a life or two, but he didn't realize the vast advantage they had over him. It took three jabs and a bloody nose later for Alf to finally realize his predicament. How was he supposed to take on multiple men at once? Without a weapon none the less?

Uh...Broham...It's okay...Just calm your tits, man...It's gonna be fine... They can't hurt you. You're too much of a hero to get hurt... Thoughts spun around Alfred's head and he couldn't help but to feel panic bubble up to his chest. This was truly a disaster. If he didn't find a way to ditch the clowns following him fast, it could mean another grueling trip to the hospital or even worse....to a casket.

Huh? Wah. Look up ahead! As Alfred turned sharply on a corner, he found himself gazing up at a towering building. On his right side there was an opened window, just big enough for someone of his size to squeeze through if truly determined. Here's your chance... Up a rickety fire escape the twenty year old went, until he finally got to his gateway to freedom. "Hahahah ~ Suckers!" He yelled triumphantly before swinging up into the window and falling straight through to a floor. When he looked up however, his previous look of pride was squashed. Hovering over him was someone unfamiliar, someone whom had just gotten their room broken into.

Oh shiitake mushrooms...I'm so screwed.

[brobrobratan]

He decided that today would be a leisure day. He had spent a lot of time in the Western Sector and going out, but not today. Today was a day of rest and relaxation. He got gotten way more than enough power for his eyes, anyway. It would be a good, peaceful day. But no, that didn't get to happen because someone out there was apparently out to get him; his peace was ruined when out of nowhere, a glasses-donning blonde decided to jump through his window and into his living quarters, shouting in triumph. The intruder's face went from triumphant to pale when he noticed him hovering over.

Without so much of a word, he just grabbed the blonde intruder by the back of the collar and dragged him over to the window with the intention of shoving him right back out. He had no idea why this male decided to invade his living space and frankly he didn't care so much to know the reason why. He just wanted him out and that's exactly what he was going to do. Just shove him out the window and onto the fire escape before locking the windows after him. Then he would return to his day of leisure. Unluckily, his plan didn't go from thought to reality when the blonde struggled in his grip. This male was stronger than he had anticipated.

[alfred]

"Hey, dude, what's the big idea!?" Alfred growled as the other man jerked him violently towards the window. Even though Alf had blatantly came crashing into his home, he felt it was unfair to be thrown out so quickly. He wasn't going to hurt anyone, he wouldn't have even considered it an option. So the fact that he was being treated like a common criminal made him unusually angry. How come nobody seems to trust me? I'm, like, the nicest guy around yo! Alfred thought to himself dimly as he twisted in Nikita's grasp,attempting to push him off and onto the floor. The idea of how shady it must've seemed for him to crawl through a stranger's window never even began to cross his mind.

"OOF--" Alfred finally knocked the other over onto the uninviting floor, falling on top of him in the process. He lifted himself slightly off of Nikita and raised a clenched fist: a threatening gesture. "You wanna piece 'uh this, brah?" He yells, that cocky smirk sliding gracelessly onto his face. The thought of the goons outside left his conscious and all he could think about now was having a new tussle with this man who had unknowingly saved him with his open window.

"POW!" Alfred shouts, mimicking the sound effect he had seen in millions of comic books throughout his childhood. His fist came lunging towards the man's face, calloused knuckles centimeters away from making contact with skin.

[brobrobratan]

Fuck him and his brute, gorilla-like strength. He was just about to block that punch to his face when the idiot suddenly yelled "POW". It startled him so badly that he froze, allowing the fist to connect with his cheek. With a hiss of pain and a curse, he retaliated with a fist to the stomach. His strength wasn't up to the intruder's strength, but it was strong enough to make the idiot double over to clutch his stomach. Angrily, he shoved the other off him and quickly got up on his feet. Reaching inside his coat, he pulled out his knife.

"Who the fuck are you, asshole," he snarled, ready to attack the intruder at the slightest movement done. "Get your shit-filled self out of my home before I decide to gut open your fucking stomach."