Alois had been bed bound to a bed for months due to a burn that encased around his entire right leg and slid halfway up his side, some stretching to his stomach and back. A fire had broken out in his home late at night and what woke them up was their howling dog. He had, of course, ran to his little brother's room and forced him out of bed and into his arms, only four years old he didn't want him getting hurt. Giving him his phone which was dialed 911 he told him to say their home was on fire. In full-blown panic, he went to the hallway where his mother was standing, staring at the blazing flames blocking the staircase to the downstairs level.<br/><br/>"They're coming! They're coming they said!" His brother said, wailing. Quickly Alois set his little brother down and stripped the shirt off of his body and gave it to him to breathe into. "Breathe in this... breathe very little, smoke is bad," He said, noticing that his mother was still frozen in her place. "Mom we have to leave!" He shouted to her, but still, she stared. "Mom! Snap out of it, Jay can't be in here too long, please!" Tears were filling his eyes as he shook his head and grabbed Jay and dragged him into the bedroom, looking at the window. Chewing his lip he heard the sirens roaring in the distance, but the flames were climbing the stairs to their floor.<br/><br/>"J-Jay... I need you to be a big boy for me, okay?" Alois said softly, placing the boy on his bed and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I need you to open your window and scream. I need them to get to your window--" In his mind he was thinking that he could jump out his window and be caught by a firefighter. The boy quickly crawled off the bed and opened the window, sticking his head out he began screaming for help.<br/><br/>He left him there and went back into the hallway which was now covered in smoke. Seeing his mother he went towards her as a board of the ceiling crashed down which seemed to knock her out of it as a wall of flames blocked them from each other. "Alois! Where is Jay, oh my god--" She stared before having a coughing fit.  "His bedroom, he-" Jay was screaming for him in the bedroom now, and almost like his mother didn't exist he bolted into the room.<br/><br/>At the window he was three men standing, telling Jay to jump. Alois opened the window fully and grabbed him, and of course, the toddler was screaming that he didn't want to. That he wanted his mother. But, Alois dropped him and didn't wait to see if he was safe before going back to the hallway. The doorknob to his brother's room was now burning hot, burning him as he ripped it open to meet the angry flames that now consumed most of the hallway. Taking a deep breath he went into the flames to find his mother...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Now he had finally been released from the hospital, on his birthday too! His little brother, Jay who was now five years old and not a scratch on him, gave him special shoes. The ones with little wheels on the heels. It was a stupid thing as he was Twenty-One now, but... it was an adorable thought. "Because you can walk!" He thought the boy was too pure and accepted the gift. That night he had taken it out for a spin, it was quite easy to get the hang of so he went rolling all around town, secretly enjoying it too much.<br/><br/>Though a single pebble decided to say 'fuck your day' and he went flying forward and ended up skidding across a fair amount of ground before he landed right in front of the entrance to that dead-end alleyway. "Fuck!" He screamed as he slammed to the ground and finally stopped, fire rising through his arms as the rough gravel of a sidewalk ripped and tore at his flesh. Thankfully he has pants on, though fresh tears were exposed as bits of blood began to soak into the blue denim. Thankfully though, the one now hurt was the one with normal looking skin, the one that hadn't been healing for god knows how long. "Son of a bitch," He whispered trying to see the road burn he was just given, but all he could see was the glisten of blood from gashes.<br/><br/>His eyes shifted down the alley he has landed perfectly in front of, blinking as he saw the body, laying on the side. Thankfully the light was so poor that he couldn't see the details, just a faint shadow. Still, it made his stomach turn uncomfortably. After hearing, seeing, and smelling his mother burn to death it was hard to make him feel too squeamish about death. From the lifeless body, and then one that was very much alive. Quickly he kicked off the shoes and rose to his feet, obviously putting as little weight as he could on his right leg. 'Take it easy' said the doctor.<br/><br/>From his back pocket, he flicked out a switchblade, exposing it as he stared up at the dark figure in the alleyway.