I Wanna Come Back[[Open]]

I sat alone a table in one of the few remaining pubs. A lot of shady people gathered in this pub. Thieves, human traffickers, killers. This part of the city was their haven. I did my best to blend in. It wasn't too hard. Shugo Yuy would have stuck out like a sore thumb. But Ayden Black was just another brown haired thug. I'd begun to get a little popular around the city so far. It was all thanks to my stomping on anyone that tried to get in my way. The Time-Bomb with a Flask. Apparently their nickname for me.

As I brought up the rocks glass of Crown Royale to my lips, two men made their way to my table. One took the seat across from me, turning it around so that he sat straddling the back, while facing me. I paid no attention to him and continued sipping my drink.

"Ayden Black. Heard yer pretty tough kid. Took out those west street punks for bothering you in your sleep. Heard you're also the reason 5th Street has that massive hole in it by Henry Ave. I also heard something else pretty funny. I heard that you're Shugo Yuy."

The last thing I remembered, everyone in the bar was standing up. They made their way towards me. I just remember finishing my drink and then it was a blur. Fists, legs, chairs flying everywhere. When I came to, I staggered through the front door of the pub. When I went to close the door, it just fell. Looking backwards, it appeared that where once the pub stood, there was now a half standing building.

I turned my head away from it. Dammit it was snowing again. I pushed through the heavy wind. The snow came down and at first, when it met my face it melted immediately. But as I kept on walking, for miles, the snow took longer to melt. Eventually, it began to settle on my shoulders and head. I kept pushing forward. I kept walking until I couldn't anymore.

I fell to my knees. Pushing my coat flat against my chest, my body lurched forward. My mouth opened as far as it could before a raw mixture of partly digested alcohol and food shot out before landing in and discoloring the snow before me. The smell worked it's way upwards, filling my nose. Lurching forward slowly one more time, I thought I was going to be alright. Nothing came out. But then my body moved again, once more emptying the contents of my stomach into the ground. I hated this. The disgusting feeling of the ooze working it's way through my mouth, against my tongue, against my teeth.

I don't know how long I was there violently and loudly puking my guts out. I moved forward again, this time at a crawl. I had to get away from it. I had to get better. I collapsed forward a few meters away, falling once more on my hands and knees. I had to get this damn taste out of my mouth. I scooped up some snow shoveling it into my mouth, only to spit it out almost immediately. It was disgusting. Grunting, I rolled over onto my back. I had to get better. I closed my eyes. And unbeknownst to me, a change was occurring with my body. My brown hair was slowly fading back to navy blue. The colors exchanged blows, changing from brown and blue, as if they fought for dominance.