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Devil Days - REVIEW THIS STORY

Written by Missy Red and Kaleidopy
Last updated: 01/02/2007 02:01:11 AM

Chapter 1

No matter how hot it gets today, the little boy knows he has to find a target and quick. It has already been three days since he last ate, and he doesn't have the strength to keep running from the bullies on the street.

Pushing the huge sunglasses up over the ridge of his nose, he suddenly catches a view of the cafe across the street. He knows that people with a lot of money in their pockets visit this place, and this is just the place to find the perfect patsy as any place.

Watching in the shadows he stands and waits, suddenly he catches a tall man standing with his back to him, drinking a drink very slowly. He quickly runs across the street and sneaks up on the man. A waiter, also his back to the little boy is handing the man his bill.

" New Orleans is a beautiful city, too bad I have to go back to Montana in three months, the winters up there are horrible." The waiter says while waiting to be paid. " Was everything just as you like it, Mister LeBeau?"

" Oui!" Jean-Luc answers as he gets to his feet, suddenly he sees the little boy standing beside him. " Y' lost, petite?"

" Non," The little boy shakes his head while holding up the man's wallet. He offers it to the man. " Y' dropped dis, M'sieu."

" Merci beau coup," The man takes the wallet and begins to look through it, as the little boy slowly backs away. Finding the money gone, the man quickly grabs the boy by the arm, knocking the sunglasses off the boy's face. It was then he notices the boy's strange eyes, red on black. " Mon Dieu!"

" Let me go!" The boy screams as he pulls his arm free and runs away.

" Mutant brat," The waiter watches as the boy runs out of view. " Those streets urchins will steal you blind if you are not careful." He nods in the direction the boy had disappeared. " That one is the worst of the bunch, almost caught him last week but the little freak was too fast, the devil's spawn is what he is."

" Y' t'ink y' b' lil' nicer t' de petite." Jean-Luc glares at the man, before leaving to go after the boy who just stole his money. " Boy probably hungry, or worse."

The boy kept running as fast as his legs would carry him, dodging in and out of street corners until he was sure he was safe, he finally stops to catch his breath.

" Y' wan' t' give me back my money, petite?"

The boy turns around and gets the shock of his life, there standing in front of him is the same man he had just moments ago, left in the dust, or so he had thought. He angry backs up into the nearby corner. " Non, y' forget 'bout de money, I don' have it anymore."

" Y' spend it already, boy!" Jean-Luc approaches the boy, who was already in the shadows, he could see the erie glow from the boy's eyes. " Y' don' have t' fear Jean-Luc, petite, nobody will harm y'."

" Heard it b'fore, M'sieu," The boy barely whispers, he is still trying to catch his breath. " Dey talk nice t' y' an' den dey beat y' up for takin' dere money an' den dey call de cops."

" Den y' an' me make a deal, non." Jean-Luc pulls up a crate and sits on it across from the boy. " I won' tell de police if y' come home wit' me."

" Heard 'bout dem types t', an' I don' go t' strange people's houses," The boy watches the man carefully looking for an opening to escape. " Y' one of dem types, M'sieu?"

" Bet y' don' trust anybody do y' petite!"

" Don' need dem." The boy angry snaps back. " Y' best leave b'fore my friends show up an' teach y' a lession 'bout followin' lil' boys." He glances up to see a police officer at the other end of the corridor.

Jean-Luc stands to his feet and turns around and starts to walk out of the corridor. " Mebbe I go an' talk t' dis police officer an' see what he got t' say."

" Wait, M'sieu!"

" Oui?" Jean-Luc turns around as the boy comes out of the shadows, as soon as the sun hits him on the face, the boy quickly tries to shield his eyes. " Y' left dese back at de cafe."

The boy looks down at the sunglasses that were just thrown down at his feet, he quickly picks them up and puts them back on his face. " Merci, M'sieu." He walks over to the man and sighs. " Don' call de cops, dey will send me t' an orphanage an' dey do bad t'ings t' y' dere."

" Y' come home wit' me?"

The boy glances at the officer and then back at the man. He lowers his head down to the ground.

" Y' got no reason t' be scared of me, boy," Jean-Luc assures him as he places his hand on the boy's shoulders. It was then that he realizes that the boy is shaking. " I give y' my word dat not'ing is goin' t' happen t' y'." He stoops down to the boy's eye level. " What's your name, petite?"

The boy only shrugs but continues to keep his head bowed.

" Well boy, we will t'ink of somet'ing t' call y' later, huh," Jean-Luc pulls the boy out of the corridor as they pass the officer, Jean-Luc gives him a nod and the two walk out into the streets together. " Bet y' hungry t'."

 

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