Snippet #2476389

During the daytime inside of New York, all sorts of noises could be heard. It was a busy city after all and the cars, people, and even the buildings seemed to be adding sounds as if it was a orchestra of some kind. However, it seemed even though there was nothing surprising about the volume of people's voices and also the music that could be heard in different areas, there had seemed to be one person that was almost deliberately trying to single handily take the volume to the next possible level.

"What do you mean you won't feed me!?" The young man with biker like clothing roared. By looking at him you could tell he had traces of both your normal everyday punk, and also, a hint of your common disturbed teenager.

"I'm sorry kid, but it's my policy to not feed children during this time of day. You should be in camp or something. Besides you neither have money or a valid ID." The greasy hot dog stand man said, surprisingly in a calm tone.

"Oh really? Well you just don't know how to make money. I have all of this right here."
"We don't take hundred dollar bills."

The young man wasn't satisfied by that answer. Immediately he kicked over the stand spilling piles of hot dogs all around the concrete streets. Throwing a couple hundreds at the stand owner he smirked, "Well, Guess you can use that money for something after all huh?", before taking a few dogs, a canteen of ketchup and a pack of hot dog buns. In all truth he did pay for his meal. He maybe paid more than he should have, but it seemed the officer on duty wasn't convinced that he was a good stable citizen.

Keith Jathens, only 17 years old had never been arrested in his life, even though he had pulled off all sorts of stunts like the one he did but six hours ago. He was what some would call, an escape artist. He on the other hand just believed that if the cops couldn't beat him, then why would he let them catch him. He had a weird way of thinking. Some of his thoughts even counted his others and where he had meant to just take the hotdogs without paying, it was either his pride or his conscience that caused him to throw away his last bit of money. He ended up ditching the food so that it wouldn't slow him down too.

Walking out of the subway which held the men's bathroom that he was hiding in, he sighed to himself while walking in a zig-zag formation. He hated it. Not only was he in a city he wasn't used to being in, but he was also left without food. Sure he had a place to sleep, but that would only be good until the next month. It was easy enough to say that he was in a stupor of being poor. He wondered if he should try robbing another bank or a store, something which he hadn't done in a long time.

Naaah. That's not even a fun way to make money.

It was true. An act such as that had become so easy to him, he honestly thought about getting a job before robbing another place. He continued in his lost senses until he heard some type of distorted conversation before feeling a pressence on his face which cause him to back up in a kneeling stance. "What the... Watch where you're going." He growled looking up at the guy. Judging from the mans clothing he suddenly created the idea to rob him. He seemed rich enough. Although, the man offered his hand to help Keith up, which not many people did in this day of age, making the boy take back his thoughts. He couldn't do harm to a person that showed him kindness, no matter how rich looking the person looked.

The man began panicking after he helped Keith up and the boy in turned scowled at him. He swiftly sniffed himself to see if he was foul. He remembered taking a shower just yesterday, unless he had slept a day, which he was known for doing. It seemed not to be his smell, but maybe embarrassment, or possibly the man was busy. He didn't know. He did know that right behind them, two cops had pointed at him and he quickly grabbed the mans arm. "Listen. Don't say a word okay?" He ordered not explaining much.

"Sir we're going to need you to come with us." One of the officers said.
"Why? I didn't do anything."
"Article 10: Disturbing the piece. Passage 12: Destruction of owned property. Article 9: Thievery."
"Awe come on, I'm only a kid. Plus I gave the man money so all should be fine."
"You must learn that there are consequences for your actions. . . Hey." The officer said turning to Keiths new "friend". "Aren't you that guy... George. What's that guys name. The one that sells the jewelry and stuff."
The other officer known as George apparently looked up and laughed. "Oh yeah. Niles Cranston. You know, I bought my wife something from your make and well, let's just say, we had a good night."
"Did she cook you meat or something?" Asked Keith in an innocent manner.
"What?"
"Well, when you do something nice for a woman, she cooks you meat right?"
Staring at each other the two officers whispered while doing various head movements. "How do you two know each other again?"
"Uh.... Um... He's my....Brother? Yeah. He's my big bro. You know like we have the same mom.... and dad."
"Okay kid." George said patting Keith on the head. Turning to Niles he winked and said, "Seeing as your brother is both innocent and a little bit of an airhead, we can let him go for this little misdemeanor, but please, give this kid the talk or something."

As the officers left Keith let go of Niles arm. "Man those guys are dumb. Do we look related. Hehehe. I wonder what he meant by the talk though. Anyway," He said holding out his hand, "I'm Keith. Nice to meet you. Niles was it? Seems I'm in your debt or something like that so I'm going to follow you around seeing as you might need help with something. That sound cool. I can do anything you want. Listen since you kept quiet like I asked I'll tell you a little secret." Keith looked around. "I'm a mutant. So yeah. I'm pretty much a bad ass. Don't tell no one though. Awe heck. I don't care if you tell. Seriously though, anything you want, I'll do it for you. A rich looking man like yourself might want something. Not saying you have to pay. This one favor's on the house." Keith grinned. "Only one though."