A young boy, with golden blonde hair wandered down the street, he looked cold in what he was wearing since it was night. He shivered, leaning against the wall quietly, being stared at as he twitched and shivered. People were looking at him because he looked insane, which he wasn't, he had to fix his glasses once in a while though, so they didn't fall off. He then slid down the wall, sitting on the concrete quietly. He was lonely outside, and he didn't want to go inside, hopefully he just didn't get taken away. Which he was scared of that happening, the moment he thought of that, he shuddered and continued to be in a small huddle against the wall, silently.

Suddenly there was a shadow leaning against The wall beside him.Young and fresh. Just The way I like them.

"Eh?" He muttered softly, apparently nervous, he glanced up at the shadow that had leaned against the wall, next to him. He shivered lightly, pushing his glasses up again quietly, he sat there still staring up at the shadow. He felt quite scared, but then hid his face down into his arms, to hide the glint of fear in his crystal blue eyes. How was he already scared? Was it because he was shy, or did he have a bad feeling? Either way, he then continued to stare at the shadow, not bothering to ask who, and not really knowing that staring was rude, for he wasn't taught very much manners.

Lesley blew on his nails and rubbed them on his jacket.Didn't anybody tell you that staring is rude? And I detest rudeness.

"I-I'm...Sorry, I-I..Didn't know.." He stuttered, glancing down away from Lesley. He hugged his knees against his stomach, shivering a bit more. As he shivered, he shuddered a bit, knowing he shouldn't trust strangers. Finally, it came to his mind, "M-mind if I ask..But..Wh-who are you?" He stuttered again, glancing at Lesley, for a moment, but glancing back down.

Lesley stepped forward out of the shadows.Names Lesley. But I don't normally give my name to food. He chuckled at his own foul joke.

He twitched at the little joke Lesley made, absolutely a bit more scared this time. "W-well..I'm Antonio..But I'm usually called Tonio." He said, just stuttering a bit. He adjusted the leather belt-like collar on his neck for a moment, but then stopped, of course, his muscles were tense and he was shaking like Hell. He lightly huffed, as if running out of breath, but he finally stopped shaking. Despite the fact his muscles were still tense, he rested his chin on his knees, the leather belt-like collar on his neck tightening a bit, but he didn't really mind this at all.

He stepped forward, hunger in his eyes.Say goodbye, Antonio.

"Eh?! Wh-what do you mean by that?" He stuttered again, now about ready to get up to make a run for it. He was shaking again, fear glinting in his eyes. He twitched once or twice, now reaching for his jacket pocket, as if trying to grab something, but he froze his hand for a moment. Just to wait for Lesley's next move.

Lesley's hands went to snap his neck.

Tonio, knowing how to actually protect himself, fell backwards on his back. He kicked at Lesley, attempting to actually hit him, despite the fact he was shaking and afraid.

Lesley dodged his legs and struck again.

Rolling out of the way, Lesley's hands almost grabbing his neck by an inch, he quickly got up making a dash down the alley-way. It was a dead-end. There, he stood, now wielding something in his hand, which that hand wasn't shaking as much as his body. He waited, wielding the item up in a threatening way, he was no longer shaking, but glaring quietly. Making no noise at all, he stood, silent as a statue..Waiting. Waiting for Lesley to come close enough, for the right moment.

Lesley snarled and darted after him.

"D-don't touch me..!" He raised the object up near his neck area, so he could protect himself. The object was apparently a knife, he then kept it down low seeming that he had quick reflexes, he suddenly had dropped the knife, it went flying to the side somehow. He backed against the wall, now ready to face his death. Hoping he'd actually make it out alive, he closed his eyes.

He grabbed his shoulder and flung him to the ground.

Down on the ground, with a thud, he gazed up at Lesley. Attempting to sit up, he didn't manage far. He was shaking again, terrified. Was he going to actually escape? This question pounded in his head, he lightly sighed, apparently his sigh full of horror at the moment.

He knelt in front of him and darted for his neck.

He attempted to roll out of the way again, so he could grab the knife to protect himself. Hopefully, he wouldn't lose blood in doing so.