AUGUST 25, 1996, 5:23pm
DICK NIKOLSON hummed a soft tune as he walked down the street, headed back from work after a long day. In his right hand was a bag of takeout, which attracted two scrawny seven year olds, lurking in an alley.
"Cassie!" The grimy little blonde-headed boy whisper-yelled, and Dick's ears perked up as he discreetly glanced at the little boy 'hidden' behind the dumpster. The man spotted a bench a few feet away and sat down.
"What?" A small voice questioned at the same volume. The little boy pointed at Dick. "That man with glasses, do you think he'll leave any of that behind?" The little girl sighed as her stomach tumbled. "Probably not." She said, then picked at the hem of her too-small, faded, yellow rain jacket. The brunette man's brows furrowed as his chest filled with pity. Then he had an idea.
Dick pretended to check his watch (although he didn't have one) and jump, surprised. 'It seems I'm running late!' He said, loud enough for the children to hear. They watched with excitement as he quickly stood up and rushed away, 'forgetting' his bag of food, when in reality, he turned the corner and was now watching them from a safe distance.
"Score!" The small boy yelled, and made a dash towards the food. He smiled widely, and made his way towards the girl he felt the need to protect. When he reached her, he sat down cross-legged and put the bag in between himself and Cassie. He opened the bag and picked out a carton, then pushed it towards the small, blue eyed girl. She smiled shyly at him. "Thanks Jet." Then, a shadow fell over their small, wiry bodies.
Her eyes widened at the presence of the man she had seen earlier walking down the street, the one who's food they were eating. Jet's eyes widened too, and he gulped, ready to bolt, but the man just sat down beside them, making a triangle. Neither of the kids moved, and Cass was sure the man could hear her heartbeat, it was so loud. The next thing he did was not expected, however.
He stuck out his hand. "Hi, my name's Dick."
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I R R E G U L A R {five x OC}
FanfictionIN WHICH Cassiopeia Nikolson realizes being irregular might just stop the end of the world. "I'M BURNING AND THE DARK THOUGHTS THAT I'VE PUSHED DOWN WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE."
