The Girl with The Demon

Belonging... What does that mean? Perhaps to you it means a place or even a person, a feeling that maybe nobody else can ever have but you. To Kane though it meant something entirely different. It was a title to a lifestyle, one that he didn't want. It meant a bloodline that he couldn't escape from. Belonging was something that didn't make his heart lighter, his smile wider or his soul gladder. To beings like himself, it was a sentence, one that usually meant their eternal damnation. So Kane decided one day that he didn't want to belong anymore and so he left. Never looking back, not even for one single second. For he knew that wherever he'd end up would be better then being miserable for the rest of his life. The road away from home, lead him to many things. He found that he hated classical music for starters, that he didn't care much for the colour pink or how some people insisted that babies were cute. He discovered he couldn't sleep if it was raining outside and that he didn't like to be alone. So maybe it was no surprise then when he found himself outside of the small run down pub, the one on the wrong side of the bustling city he'd recently taken residence in. The pub was an old industrial type building, fading neon lights advertising various type of momentary distractions. It had large glass windows blacked out by what appeared to be dark spray paint, the kinds that gangs would use to tag their territory. Perhaps that was what this place was really meant to be, a punks paradise. It certainly had the appeal. As Kane stood outside in the pouring rain, nursing a now swelling cheek. He couldn't help but feel a certain type of way towards the entire idea of these types of industries.  "Still hanging around places like these, huh?" A man about a foot or so taller then Kane himself stepped out of the shadows crossing over the doorway to the Pub by the overhanging roof above. Kane squinted his almost swollen closed eye to better make out the mans face, but between the rainwater and the slight blindness in that one eye now, he could hardly see a thing. The voice though, now that was familiar to him. "I didn't come here to fight anyone, okay?" Kane began to say as the man waltzed right out of the covered area and up to his side. He could hear the click of an umbrella being pushed open beside him, the sound causing him to pause. "It just happened." He finished rather lamely, rubbing rain water off of his face to little avail. Suddenly the rain overhead stopped falling as a shadow fell upon him. The sounds of the water hitting the fabric of the umbrella made Kane tilt his head back to get a look at what the stranger was doing.  "You always say that, you know that don't you?" The man laughed but it sounded pitying to Kane.  "And who exactly are you?" Kane snapped, pulling out from underneath the man's umbrella. Familiar voice or not, that didn't give this guy any cause to judge him so harshly. Or even worse to pity him. "You really don't remember me?" The man sounded almost like he  was hurt, the audacity of this guy to think that he'd just remember him. Kane met plenty of people, and sometimes he'd recall a face, but since all he had to go on at the moment was a blurred figure and a voice. He hadn't a clue to who he was talking to. "Nope, sorry." Kane shrugged, shoving his hands into his long drench coat's pockets. "If that is everything you needed from me though, i'll just be on my way." Kane turned on his heels, with every intention of leaving the place he'd just been kicked from. When the man stopped him, grabbing onto the arm of his drench coat so suddenly Kane was pulled off balance and dragged backwards.  "Wait, don't go."  The man's voice sounded desperate and almost helpless. Kane stopped short of colliding with his chest and pulled his arm back with one swift tug.  "Don't touch me." He growled from between clenched teeth. The man's hand fell back to his side and the other tightened around the umbrella's handle. "My name is Micah, does that ring any bells?" A image took form in Kane's mind, a few to be honest. One was of a dark night, in a place a lot like this one. A pair of shimmering blue eyes, the colour of a cloudless summer sky. A handsome smile, one with pearly white teeth and soft dimples. The other was of a cheap motel room. This image was accompanied with the remembrance of a lot of heavy cologne lingering on the bed sheets the next morning. The last part is where Kane's mind stuck. He'd slept with this guy and now he was having to face him again and in the beaten up state he was in. He almost felt ashamed? If that were even possible. "So you do remember me." Micah sighed, sounding slightly mollified. "And don't try to deny it, it was written all over your face a second ago. Speaking of which" Micah's fingers were ice cold when they met Kane's bruised cheek and though the touch was gentle, Kane jumped back as it had been another blow dealt. Kane was almost glad he couldn't see well, he didn't much want to see the look of hurt he knew somehow would be in the other man's eyes. "What happened to you?" Micah's voice sounded tight and slightly more hesitant then before.  "Nothing, just another fight over something stupid that I said." Kane decided to give a little, if only to have the conversation end faster then it was seeming too. There was a long pause and Kane wondered if Micah was thinking of just walking away. Till the sound of gravel underfoot made him look towards him.  "I wish you hadn't have ran out that night, i'd have liked to have gotten to know you better." Micah confessed, shifting nervously from one foot to the next.  "I don't do the next morning type of thing, I told you that." Kane pointed out, feeling the fingers of dread and uncertainty creeping up his back and all through his chest. He hated emotions, which was why he'd made sure to flee immediately after he'd woken up that night. He was really good at leaving, at not looking behind him. It was almost bothersome that he now was being caught, cornered. Even if the person doing it seemed harmless enough. Just foolish and to pure for the likes of him. "I know, I just thought that maybe I'd be' He noticeably cleared his throat before continuing. "That I'd be." "Different." Kane supplied him, seeing that the man would probably choke on the word before he coughed it up. "Look you are very nice, and it was fun but I'm not that type of guy." Kane added rubbing at his swollen, bruised cheek and blurry eye. "So let's just say it was a good time but that i'm not the good guy. If I was I'd have called you afterwards right?"  Micah's breathing stilled and it was a whole minuet, at least it seemed like it before he opened his mouth to reply. But by then Kane was gone, as he always was, as silent as the breeze. Micah stood with the umbrella falling from his grasp as the rain poured harder around him. It was funny how he'd meant to say all these things to Kane and all he'd ended up saying was goodbye to all of those words instead.