Snippet #1860530

Training in familiar woods, miles away from where he lived, Ruse pulled another of his needles from the leather pouch at his side to examine it. The long silver weapon was smooth and cold to the touch as well as thick for more damage though he's never be able to use them against another person yet. He often came here to improve his skills, never wanting to be caught off guard and feel helpless. He panted, backing up into a tree before sliding down it. As he ran the back of his hand across his forehead to wipe away some sweat, he felt a smooth liquid trailing across it. The red head pulled his hand away to inspect it, seeing a long cut from the knuckle of his index finger down to the side of his wrist. Great, he had smeared blood on his face. He used his shirt sleeve to wipe as much of it off as he could before licking the blood from the wound and quickly wrapping it with a piece of his shirt that he had torn off to prevent anymore of the crimson liquid to spill. It had gotten pretty dark so he was on even higher alert. You never know if someone is there, watching you, waiting to attack. He knew that better than anyone. He figured he better get home, it was late and he had been gone since five in the morning just to get there before noon. By the time he actually got home it would be around two in the morning. He would go to bed and most likely wake up to either hot or cold water being splashed on him a few hours later and would have to go to work regardless of being so tired. It didn't matter to him, being where he felt most comfortable was worth it. Once finally back into town, fatigue was already kicking his ass. His house was still a ways away and he really didn't feel like walking that far, maybe he could crash at a friend's house? No that would just piss his mom off more, he didn't like living with her but at the time being, he didn't really have a choice. It was usual for him to walk through the door and be greeted with something being flung at his head, only twice had that thing been a knife. Having lived with that crazy woman for so long, he now holds fast reflexes and sharp instincts. The sudden sound of footsteps behind him sent his hand instinctively to the pouch of needles at his side, thrusting a single one in the direction the sound had come from.
"What the Hell?" a woman's voice shouted. The needle had stuck into the sleeve of the girl's jacket and every attempt to remove it from the wall of the building she was now pinned to was a failure. Recognizing his coworker, he rushed over to pull the object pinning her out before swiftly returning it to it's place, hoping that she didn't see where he hid it.
"I'm so sorry Cara!" he exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"What was that for?"
"You kinda surprised me... what are you doing out so late anyway?" he asked, looking worried when her eyes became lustful.
"I was looking for you..." she moaned, rubbing up against him. Ruse inwardly growled at the woman and checked his watch.
"At 2:46 in the morning?" he asked doubtfully but masked it with a smile. Taking a look at the jacket wrapped around her shoulders that wasn't her's, her messed up hair, her smeared lipstick, and the bite marks and hickeys on her neck, Ruse knew actually what she had been doing. She had just been with yet another man and already she was going after him... again. Ruse was a flirt no doubt but he hated her kind. Don't get him wrong, she was attractive but he hates all sluts and whores. They willingly hand their purity over to men they don't know and will most likely never see again without a second thought. Disgusting. All of them.
"I don't care what time of night it is, I'll slip away to see you anytime." she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cara Audry, age twenty three, married, no children, main profession: Prostituting for fun. No. Ruse wasn't going to be apart of that, it was against everything he stood for. He smiled sweetly at her as he gently removed her hands from his shoulders and stepped away.
"You flatter me Cara but I really need to be getting home or my mother will get upset."
"Aww alright, we'll play another time cuttie." she cooed before tapping his nose and walking away. The red head shivered at the thought but turned the other direction, brushing off every spot of himself that she had touched. What a terrible woman she was. He was relieved when he could see him house. Though his little run in with Cara woke him up a little, he was still exhausted. He just wanted to be curled under his blankets, sound asleep.
"Hey!" a deep voice called out to him. He turned to his right to see another one of his coworkers, Antioco Baldovino. He was a built, dark skinned man who hated Ruse with a passion. "I've been waiting for you Blood Hound."