A strange homecoming (Sweeny and Felix)

[FELIX GHOST WOODS]

Chinatown. The small section of New York that was considered dirty, smelly, and mysterious. Felix Woods however loved Chinatown. It seemed like the place to be at if you wanted to escape the large city of New York. Times Square was always flooded with tourists and businessmen. Chinatown however, was a place of mystery and to Felix, it was slightly peaceful.

He strided along the dim alley where a large rat was seen on top of the opened trash can. A small smile appeared on Felix's face as the rat hungrily glared at him while eating the leftovers of someone's dinner. Suddenly a man of Asian descent appeared yelling at the rat in his language. The rat scurried off and the man knocked the trash can over. More rats escaped the can and hid into the darkness.

Felix continued to walk down the alley and there was a man with broken English trying to convince him to buy DVDs. "Here sah I give you movie for five dolla." the man said shoving a DVD in Felix's face. All of the movies were currently in theaters, and were fake. "No thanks." Felix said and waved him off. "Aw come on sah, I give you movie for two dolla. How bout that?" the man persisted pushing his hat a little forward. "No." Felix said firmly and turned his back towards the man. "Hey you know what?" the man called after him. "Fuck you!"

Ignoring the further remarks from the Chinese vendor, Felix sat down at a bench in the dark alley. Memories of his hitman career flooded his mind, but he was trying to forget his past. That was until he noticed a certain someone headed his way.

[SWEENEY "THE CROW" DRAVEN]

I'M NOT OKAY
{ YOU SAID YOU READ ME LIKE A BOOK }

Originally, Sweeney had come to Chinatown only to pick up a body that neded to be burried. There had been a murder the other night, and whilst the originally mudered body had gone missing, this body was from someone who had gotten caught up the mix, someone who had been mistakenly shown up at the time of the murder of the missing body and was killed in the proccess, leaving no witnesses. This was all that Sweeney had been told about the murder, the police had given him no other details except what condition the body was in and how she had been killed - strangled to death by a leather belt. It was always up to Sweeney to deal with the bodies because he worked at a funeral home; it was up to him to put the make up on them and dress them up to make them look nice for their funeral, and then he had to burry them deep in the ground. Of course, in the darkness of the night, other things would be happening that no one else knew of.

Instead though, he found himself wandering the dark and shadowed streets of Chinatown. Something attracted him to this place; not because it seemed peaceful, but because it was... mysterious. Sweeney liked all things mysterious. After all, he himself was a mysterious kind of guy. He knew everyone, he knew everyone's business, but no one knew him, no one knew his business. He was the biggest mystery of them all, and because of that, everyone was scared of him. Everyone thought he was some sort of freak, like a creep. No one wanted to be around him because they were all prejudiced against him. Some people were so goddamn stupid, and so goddamn small minded. No one ever got to know a person before they judged them these days... not that people weren't judged years ago, but Sweeney thought people these days were worse than they were back then. But maybe that was just because he was also so old fashioned?

As he walked through the streets, he noticed a tall boy, about a year younger than himself, with short brown hair, being hassled by a vender. He knew who this vender was, he'd been to Chinatown a few times because he had to pick up bodies due to murder, and this vender was one of the few people he'd actually had a conversation with - though he'd never bothered to learn his name, it was pointless to him to learn it really. The vender sometimes listened to him and always kept his secrets, he was someone Sweeney trusted, despite not knowing his name. He watched from afar as the vender thrust a pirate DVD in his face and offered it to him with a crappy accent that still made his ears bleed, despite how many times he'd heard it. When the boy had declined (many, many times, might I add) and moved away, Sweeney slowly made his way forward. He took one look at the vender and threw him a smile, before following the boy to a bench. Hidden in the darkness of the narrow alley, he spoke lowly, his accent visably english. "Does your mommy know you're out here this late?"

I'M NOT OKAY
{ BUT THE PAGES ARE ALL TORN & FRAYED }

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