(Taken from a friends idea. This ones for you)

I rolled over and pushed myself up from the floor, the flat smeeled terrible. Humans and their fluids and wastes. Disgusting little pests, I'd smelled the bruning sulfurs of levels of what they call Hell and they smell putrid to me. I heave a heavy sigh and pick up my sunglasses brushing them off of on my lapel. My peacoat had mud caked on the bottom of it and my white long john under shirt was tattered with holes and little sploches of mud, tiny holes burnt through it from cigarettes. My blues jeans hardly had anything left to them, both knees blown out and the ends by my feet were frayed. I pulled a beaten packet of cigarettes out of my coat pocket and pulled one out, it was slightly bent but still would burn. I clicked my fingers and a small spark lit, the smell of sulfur filled my nose as the end of the cigarette ignited. I inhaled and exhaled a plume of smoke.

The window burst and in dove a rather lithe little man. Followed by a much larger man and a very short man.

"Ah shit, what do you want?" I asked. The large one punched me so hard I felt the wall cave a little behind me.

"Well hullo Lyane. Beautiful day huh?" McGinty replied.

"Funny way of saying hello asshole! What do you want you tiny fuck?" I rasped making my way to my knees. The big fucker pounded me again.

"Now you're talkin' to me all wrong laddy! Car here doesn't like that. Do ya Car?" McGinty exclaimed. Car, the large one, grunted. I laughed a little and focused, I came back up with the look of fire in my eyes.

"What smell does a little fuck have when he burns?" I asked as The room around me burst into flames. Mc Ginty ran for the window followed by his lithe friend, the big one stumbled a bit and fell to his knees becoming engulfed in flames. I walked up to him and began to kick the back of his head. I kneeled down punching him as he flailed. I ran and dove out the window into the alley way.

"FUCK YOU LYANE! He was a pain in the ass to recruit!" McGinty yelled. I walked over to him and patted the top of his head.

"Go fuck yourseld, I don't work for anyone," I called walking into the street putting on my sunglasses. I slicked my red hair to the sides as I stuffed my hands into my pockets. I walked down to "Unseen" for a drink. I stepped in and a girl caught my attention, mostly because she was depressed, and she wasnt cold. I walked over to her and leaned over the table.

"Hullo love. Whats the trouble, eh?" I asked. She looked up and sneered slightly.

"What?" she asked.

"You're all weapies. Whats the point in it?" I repeated. She shook her head.

"I lost a friend," she replied taking a draught from her glass.

"Wasn't a big fucker was he? Short cut hair, about 6, 7 hundred pounds?" I asked. She looked up in shock. "Nevermind. Look mid if I sit?" she waved weakly.

"So, who are you?" she asked.

"Lyane. Thirsty. -whistles- Oi! Whiskey! 2!" I shouted at the barkeep. Reluctantly he poured two glasses and sent a waitress over to us. I set a glass in front of her and lifted mine. "CHEERS!"

"What is this?" she demanded. I put my empty glass down.

"Whiskey, try it, unlive a little," I offered. She picked it up and hesitated, then took the shot down.

"Uh! It burns!" she called.

"Ha ha ha. Thats why I like it," I offered with my eyes flaring. She nodded slowly.

"You want to get out of here?" she asked leaning over. I nodded my head from side to side and stood up.

"Come on, lets cheer you up eh?" I offered.

She took my hand and we walked out of the bar. She grabbed my arm and tugged me down a side alley a few blocks away. I followed her down and she stopped me, walking a bit on her own and turning about. She began to slink towards me and I saw it, the glimpse of black next to her hip. I stepped toward her and pushed her arms aside reaching for the handle of the gun. She looked shocked at my movement speed but stepped back and tried to draw the other pistol. She trained it on my chest and I melted the other handgun.

"Fuckin hunters. Never can trust any of you huh?" I yelled.

She had a slight glint in her eye as she pulled the trigger. I flew back into a nearby pile of garbage bags. She approached me pointing the gun at me and I lunged at her charring her wrist. She dropped the other gun and grabbed her wrist. I put my hand up to her face.

"Don't you fuckin move!" I called and she went still.

"Okay, you're calling the shots. Just don't hurt me," she pleaded.

I scoffed and slacked my stature slightly. Biggest mistake I could have made as she grabbed my wrists and tugged my hands down and punched me square in the nose. I reeled back a bit but kept my composure, until she dove and tackled me into the garbage again. She began to punch me vigorously until she finally stopped as something caught her eye. She picked up a letter that fell out of my pocket and began to sniffle.

"WHERED YOU GET THIS?" She demanded punching me again. I sighed.

"Oh, what? Who's it from?" I asked.

"Ga-" she began. But it cought in her throat. I sat up and she slid down a bit.

"Gabe? He sent me that about two days ago," I replied. She sobbed.

"He's alive?" she asked tearing up. I looked sympathetically at her, then swung my elbow to the side of her head. She dropped and I stood up.

"Sorry love, dont too particularly give a fuck." I said walking to the end of the alley.

Something tugged at me, a heartstring maybe. I couldn't just leave her, I picked up her limp body and walked down the street, had to find a new hovel to sublet. I found it quick, an old abandoned Victorian just outside the city. I handcuffed her to an old heater block with a pair I stole off a cop some years before. I looked at my clothes and saw that new holes had been cinged and I looked like hell. I left her there and went to go procure some new clothes.

After about an hour or two of hunting around I finally found a thread shop that had closed for the night. I singed the security system and melted the lock. I walked in and helped myself to an ash gray suit with red accents, form fitting too. As I walked past a mirror I caught my reflection, my hair was greasy and my face was unclean. I headed for a large creepy brick building Id been known to frequent. I stepped in and let my eyes adjust to the low light.

"Monsieur Lyane, it's been some time," a voice rasped. A waspish looking woman approached and I nodded.

"A trim clean and a shave love?" I asked. She clicked her tongue and I reached into my pocket pulling a small red glowing jewel and set it on the counter. She nodded over her shoulder and I walked in to the dark salon. She sat me down and I heard whisps of movement. After about 3 minutes she stepped away and I was clean shaven, my hair shortened and well groomed.

"Thanks love, a pleasure as always." I offered walking out as fast as I could. I always hate going there. Fuckin gypsy would cut your throat and steal your soul straight from ya. I walked back up to the Victorian and opened the door. A piece of glass hit the wall next to me.