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"My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My Shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me ‘Til then, I walk alone" - Green Day
Pannacotta Fugo was not having a good day.
Well, most of his days thus far had been pretty shitty. It was actually rare for him to have a truly good day. Most days if something new wasn't traumatizing him then he was thinking about the bad days and how overall his life hadn't been so hot. Then he started thinking about how ungrateful he was being. There were people worse off than him. This is just what he had earned for being so violent.
Today, however, was particularly unfortunate. All the money he'd pickpocketed over the last week had blown away into a drain. Now he had no money for food, and most importantly, no money for a coat. Fugo had been wanting to buy something to cover him during the nights, it would make them more bearable, but now he had nothing.
And then it started to rain. Brilliant. Of course this would happen to him, what more could he ask for? As if he hadn't already suffered enough.
Dashing down the street to find some alleyway or canopy to hover under, Fugo noticed the restaurant across the road. It was quite a fancy restaurant, he'd passed by it a couple times and the people who went in and out always wore clothes brands he recognized. He knew their food was good from what he'd smelled and the glowing expressions on the exiting customers' faces. Before now the restaurant had kind of intimidated him, but today he couldn't care less if he got caught, he'd talk his way out of it like he always did.
As he was crossing the road, all of a sudden a car came out of nowhere and drove straight toward Fugo. Just in time he jumped out of the way as the car came to a screeching halt right where Fugo was just standing.
The car was actually a limousine, with black-out windows and everything. But Fugo wasn't bothered by this and he wasted no time getting up and kicking the car. "You shitty bastard! You could've killed me! What were you thinking?" He picked up a rock lying in the road and threw it at the window. When it bounced off, he picked it up again and started hitting the window with the sharp end.
After a few hits, the window started showing a very tiny crack, that was when the back window rolled down just an inch. Behind it two maniacal green eyes stood out, watching the boy as he struggled against the glass. "My apologies, little boy, what is your name?" The strange man got no response but instead realized his mistake when Fugo hit the open window with the rock and it shattered immediately.
Climbing through the window, Fugo got on top of the man and started hitting him with the rock and scratching his face with his free hand. He was not planning on stopping but was forced to when he received a blow to his side and flew out of the car. His head smashed against the concrete and his ears started ringing.
Everything was covered by a piercing white light except the man from the car who was making his way towards Fugo. He bent down, stuck his face eerily close and grinned, "You seem hungry, child. Would you like to come with me?" The stranger stretched out an open hand, "My name's Cioccolata. I'm a doctor, I can patch you up and give you something to eat. Maybe even a roof over your head if you choose to stay."
For a moment, in his dazed state, the ringing in his ears sounded like a choir and the light made Cioccolata look like an angel. Maybe this was when his luck would finally turn up. If it didn't, maybe this would be his redemption, maybe Fugo could finally, at last make up for the evil inside him.
"What do you say, little boy, are you coming with me?"
Fugo nodded and took Cioccolata's hand.