(OOC: This is a Christmas Competition entry.)/code>
December 25, 1938. What a day to remember. Though many believe that memories made on this day are because of "Christmas", but for divergent reasons, this day represents the best day in Ares's life. At this time, Ares was living alone, hardly making contact with the outside world, except for one, kind-hearted you woman who brought him food every now-and-then. She was tall, slender, bold-featured, however, her personality reflected the complete opposite. She was a shy girl. It wasn't like her to go to a complete stranger's house to deliver a half-portion of food. Which is what makes their relationship so much more interesting. Two introverts, spending a few minutes to eat together.
Now, back to the story. You see, Michelle, the woman, said she would Ares some hot soup on Christmas. A whole pot-full. That was her Christmas present for him. So, he believed that he deserved to do the same for her. So, he decided that he needed to find something before she got to his house. He knew, that she would stop at each house along the way to ask if they wanted soup, so he thought he would have until 11:00. He awakes at 6:00, getting a mere 4 hours of sleep, because of his terrible insomnia, and gets dressed.
Ares gets his clothes on, then walks down the creaky old steps, grabs his anile grey coat, black hat, and walks outside. He immediately feels the cold air against his skin, as a visible breath escapes his mouth. He used to work outside, but since the accident, he hasn't had the desire to leave the comfort of his home. So, he takes a few steps out, works his way down the steps and onto the sidewalk. He placed his hand in his pocket, feeling the money he had placed there the night before. As he strolls down the street, people pass by him, staring. He knew people would do this. People are naturally intrigued by unusual characteristics. This was one of the reasons he stayed in his house, apart from his total hate for the rest of mankind. Ares was a large man, built strong, like his father. When Ares was 14, his dad took him to work in the mill with him. He got the hang of it, and started working for pay a week later. They worked there for 10 years, before his father died. Ares kept working, for 8 more years, before his accident. Upon walking next to a furnace, sparks shot out of a crack found in the container, and burned parts of his face off. He looked like a monster. Such accident began his hate for humans as a whole. Until Michelle opened her heart to him.
With these thoughts in mind, he walked down to the local pawn shop. He knew this was the bad side of town, but who would fuck with a massive half-faced creature? So, he walks into the shop, lays $20 on the counter, and requests the golden necklace under the counter. The small man behind the counter immediately grabs the necklace, throws it into a case, and gives it to him. Ares walks out, attracting every eye in the shop.
Ares walks back to his house, not desiring to be in public any longer than he needs to. Its not that he didn't like being outside, its just he hated the people that would make him feel miserable. So, he continues his walk home, opens his door, shuts it, locks it. After mumbling a few curse words under his breath, Ares drops the necklace next to him, and takes a seat in his chair. He opens up a book and waits for Michelle to arrive.
Ares looks at his clock, 1:30. She should've been here by now. He gets up, unlocks his door, and takes a look outside. He thinks "I'm gonna fucking regret this, but I want to see her". He starts a walk down the sidewalk, towards Michelle's house. After a 20 or so minute walk, he knocks on her door. No answer. He knocks again, he hears some muffled voices, and decides to go in. He kicks the door in, and sees 3 masked men, and Michelle tied up on the floor. One man sees Ares, and grabs his gun. Ares charges him, punching him numerous times, and throwing him downstairs into the basement. He sees the other two try to run away, and grabs one. He puts a headlock on him, and watches his body go limp. Michelle screams, and Ares drops the thief. He rushes over to her, carefully removing the ropes and tape over her mouth.
"What happened?"
"They came in...pointed the gun at my face, said they were from "Julian" and started taking stuff. One tied me up and.... Then you got here."
Ares curses more under his breath.
"Who is this "Julian"? I need to speak with him."
"No! You can't go see him! He'll kill you. The one that got away is probably telling him all about you now. You see, he owns this part of town. He won't be happy with what you did."
"Well, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
Ares glances at Michelle, and smiles. She looks up at him, as he removes a small wooden case from his pocket. He hands it to her, and sees her face light up as she opens it. She gets up and hugs him, laying a light kiss on his cheek. They both blush, as he escorts her outside.
"We can't stay here. You can come over and stay at my house. I can keep you safe."
"No, you can't. Julian doesn't take well to resistance. One of you will die."
"Well, I guess I should get my gun out then. I have an old friend from the mill that may be able to help me. You get back to my house, and lock all the doors, stay in that room I showed you. Its bulletproof."
"No, you don't have to do this."
"Yes I do. I have been living in that house for 3 years, wasting away any proof of an existence. I need to do this."
After walking Michelle back to his house, Ares finds his father's pistol, puts 8 bullets in it, and walks out of the house, holding a small piece of paper.
Hey bro, if you need me, I'll be hanging out here:
1928 Shore Ave. Detroit, Michigan.
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