Runner

Nero ran. And nobody stopped him, everyone parted, as the Black-haired, dark-skinned Young man ran bolted through the hall, through the empty lobby and out into the street. He ducked into a familiar alleyway, He huffed and puffed on cool air, his heart thumping and his mind racing, Nero took a hard left through to the street way, there was a way up that way, A place where He could kick off the adjacent wall to the fire exit, pulling up the ladder and climbing his way up to the flat rooftop.

There was no moonlight tonight, He didn't have his earphones, and He could not stop to collect his mind, He could only run, run, jump, spin and climb his way across the concrete skywalk, electrical boxes and tar roof corners, racing and racing, nearly teary-eyed... until... He stopped.

Nero's hands rested on his knees as He tried to breathe his way back into some kind of comfortably, but as He stood, his face throbbing with pain and his chest hammering, Nero found a kind of peculiar satisfaction welling in his rattled conscious, that brawl, the way He actually got to use those skills that He had honed as a child, all of those hours in the ring and dojo that Minie had thrown him into to try and quell the beastly fury that inhabited him always... it made him almost happy, but then of course after that came disgust.

"Why... Why did I enjoy that so much, he had a little beating coming, not that utter demolition, Jesus I could have beaten him to ****... Why can't I just be Normal!" He raged, his teeth gritting, Nero marched around on the roof, the sound of car horns and loud footsteps below, it was maddening, He wanted to hit something!

But He didn't, in fact, He made a point not too, Nero instead sank down to sit, snorting and blowing the dried blood from his nose, Nero closed his eyes and tried to collect himself, tried to latch onto some kind of control, after all, it was all just a matter of time until She found out.

Twenty-five minutes, that how long it took until his phone had started to buzz... it was raining now, ever so lightly, the light pitter-patter of the water on his dark hair had helped to cool him off, cool him off enough to consider whether to answer the call, Minie's name covered the screen as it buzzed, just seeing it there was enough to put him off of leaving it, "No point in delaying the inevitable" He thought, clicking the green answer button and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Where are You?" Minie asked, Her voice calm and cold, Nero took a moment to speak, unsure of what to say

"I'm not sure." He answered honestly "On a rooftop somewhere?" He said, his tone drab and dead and buzzed due to his damaged nose, He heard Mini sigh on Her side, she was doubtlessly rubbing her eyes with annoyance, Nero could hear people in the background

"You need to find out where You are." She commanded, Nero sniffed at the aching pain in his face, quickly getting to his feet to look over the rooftop's edge, He recognised the street bellow almost immediately

"The Building over the Market, Near the Rec." He said grimly, Minie was quiet for a moment

"Stay where You are, don't move until we get there." She said, Nero, pressed his lips together, feeling his heart beginning to beat hard in his chest again

"Are You going to arrest me?" He asked coldly, his aunt Minie paused briefly again

"Just stay where You are, don't do anything but what I've told You, understood?" She asked, in her most commanding voice yet, Nero muttered

"Yes, I understand." Minie hung up, leaving him to sit there, waiting for what would doubtlessly be a riveting and supportive visit from his Foster Aunt.