Touch walked in silence through the rowdy and rambunctious crowd surrounded by people but always alone, devoid of feelings and emotions. The eternal gnawing hunger his only constant companion. He can hear the pulsing, rushing blood of the people around him,calling to him. Touch ignored the enticement instead zeroing in on a particular scent. He was getting closer. The scent was getting stronger and more distinct. He could practically taste the spicy sweetness of it. whoever it was was hurt and bleeding profusely. Touch quickened his step,blurring through the crowd and turned down a dark alley. He let out an angry animalistic growl and lunged at the group of men kicking the body on the ground , that person was his and no one can hurt or take anything or anyone that belonged to him. Touch could barely reigned in his anger.
" 5 against 1 that hardly seems fair. How about 5 against 2?Even out the odd a little."
kinn felt like crap his whole body hurting he had the strangest dream of a dark gorgeous fallen angel with turbulent grey eyes whispering to him " No one will ever hurt you again. If you ever need me, just say my name and I'll be there as fast as I can." kin sat up and immediately regretted it. His head was throbbing and he was exhausted. He felt like the life has been drained out of him.