Britain

Travis exits a bar, emerging into a rather crowded street, filled with youth, male and female, all drunk, swarming about the streets like cattle. He was wearing a rather dark jacket which covered the back and sides of his neck, and stretched down too his waist. His hair was spiked, like usual, in what some would call an 'emo fashion'. The crowds were annoying him, as he strolled through the town centre, as people bumped and swarmed into him.
A large man, roughly 6'3, who was stocked with weightlifting muscle, tattoo's on his forearms, and about 4-5 friends behind him, confronted Travis. "What the fuck you doin' round ere' faggit" the man spilled out, his words shloshing about thanks to the many drinks he's had. Travis blinked a couple of times, keeping eye contact with the man, and then looked away, trying to walk around the man. The street-hulk stepped to the side, confronting Travis again. Travis looked down at the ground as the man was raising his arms, as if threatening to hit him.
The man turned round, grinning at his mates, cackling in a way, before turning round and trying to throw a cheap blow at Travis. Travis, with his hands in his pockets, simply twisted, avoiding the punch with ease. The man was puzzled for a second at the split second movement of Travis. He attempted to throw a quick hook from his position, as Travis simply ducked under it smoothly, hands remaining in his pockets. The man started to pant in a cocktail of frustration and anger, and he murmed around insults like "fuckin' pussy". He then returned with a quick jab too Travis' face, but in a blink of an eye, Travis had a grip of the drunk-titans fist, and a small knife pressed up against his ribs. "You fucking idiot, pick your fights carefully next time maybe?" he whispered to the brute as he pulled him closer.
Travis blinked awkwardly twice, and quickly turned to the side, starting the walk away from the man, slicing the mans chest as he turned.

After the short commotion in the street, Travis set off to return back to his apartment. Dark alley's, quiet streets, it was all too familiar with him, and as he walked to streets, he didnt seem to care about what could happen.
When he arrived at the apartment building, he stopped outside the front doors, briefly looking inside at the floor. The passers by glanced at him with strange looks as he stood there, motionless. He was having a flashback, a flashback of a dispute between him and some of the others angels, the chaos that formed that day, and it was all too fresh in his mind. He entered the building, heading for the elevators, blocking out the world around him.
The elevator door opened, as he stepped out of it, turning and heading towards his door. Sounds of coughing and babies crying wrecked the hallway, and he simpl strolled down it, without a care. He approached the door, and as he reached out to gra it, he froze. There was a small chip in the door where the lock is, he could tell someone had broke in. He sighed slightly, opening the door casually, switching the light on as he entered. The robber as startled as he was rummaging through his drawers and cupboards, looking for valuables, and as Travis entered, he quickly drew his gun at Travis, and began to shout.
"Just fuck off, ok? Im not looking for trouble!" The robber shouted, you could easily tell he was shaking and was nervous. Travis replied with a silent, blank stare. "Fucking f-freak! Here's whats-s happening! You're lettin' me leave no-now, and your not calling the cops! Otherwise your a f-fucking stain!".
Travis' blank stare continued, as the man began to began to awkwardly move towards the door, keeping his intense eye contact with Travis. There was a brief pause, as the two looked at each other in silence. Travis' mind was blank, as he didnt really seem to care. Travis coughed quickly, as the robber pulled the trigger, firing the bullet into Travis' shoulder.
His shoulder flew to the side, as the robber quickly ran out the room and down the corridor.
Travis looked down at the bullet wound in his shoulder, walked forward and sat down on the sofa, and turned on his TV. The wound began to glow slightly, as some of the blood began to return back to his wound, healing him.