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[center][color=#D3D3D3][b][u]Los Angeles - Streets[/u][/b][/color][/center]
[center][url=https://youtu.be/zsq4ixyXvvA]"Nocturne? Who's coming?"
"Death.."[/url][/center]

[color=#D3D3D3][b]"We can't go to Al..,"[/b][/color] a tired, raspy breath escaped Nello's lips as he huddled into a corner. None of this made sense, not a single aspect of transpired events passed the boy's mind in a manner which tuned into logic. His father's decision did manage to boil his obsession down into a concentrated mass of insanity, but the recurring question of 'why' jabbed at the back of Nello's head in constant motion. However, now that they were safe enough to gather their thoughts, Nocturne allowed his arms to loosen their protective embrace of Nello's frame. 

[color=#D3D3D3][i]"Involving him would just cause issues,"[/i][/color] the shade returned, lowering himself to the ground where his frame maintained its presence in our most physical world. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"They're gonna' be looking for us, Nello. The cops, our friends, Al.., this is gonna' be a fucking shit fest."[/i][/color]

The boy paused a for a moment, before nodding his head. Nocturne's words were a given, an obvious truth, but hearing them out loud confirmed whatever minuscule though of a hopeful nature had bet against. [color=#D3D3D3][b]"Fuck..,"[/b][/color] Nello clenched his teeth, the boy's embrace around his knees tightening. [color=#D3D3D3][b]"He's fucking gone, mom's gone, they're all fucking gone..,"[/b][/color] the young hero trembled, his cheeks already glistening from tears coating their shape.

[color=#D3D3D3][i]"Look, this sucks, big time,"[/i][/color] Nocturne attempted to maintain a leveled head, and a calm demeanor. Someone surely had to. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"But, magic's dangerous. It can change you in mind, body, and soul. It can kill you, make you powerful, and it can fuck shit up so bad, Cthulu seems like a better fucking option, and we're kind of slipping into that territory, right now."[/i][/color] Indeed, Nocturne had earned the boy's attention, as Nello raised his head, those large eyes meeting the shade's. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"I can feel everything you're feeling, Nello. The sadness, the loss, all of it, but whatever your dad pulled out of Tamura.., scares the shit out of me."[/i][/color]

[color=#D3D3D3][b]"A fucking moment, Nocturne, to mourn.., can I have that?"[/b][/color] The boy countered with a frown making itself visible on his face. Though reality had settled, and though Nello understood that the situation was worse than he wanted to admit, there was little this young teenager wished for more so than a moment of silence. Nello was an orphan, a homeless one, at that, and no matter where he shifted his thoughts, another sting would proceed to pierce his heart. 

Though a response had been prepared, Nocturne found himself frozen to the spot, his eyes wide and a fearful expression making its way to his face. Nello, too, could feel the lingering cold within the air, a presence which brought forth memories of the darkest winter night. A moment to mourn, it was a request the child would find denied, time and time again. Though a warm summer's day, this very denial took the shape of a frozen petal, as if from a rose, floating from the sky and onto Nello's palm where it chilled him to the bone. Fear, it was an emotion he had discarded long ago, or so he believed. However, this would be proven wrong. 

With another petal floating down across the summer sky, a mist of icy wind following its path, Nello soon noted several such petals joining the first, each landing on the hard concrete with a light, crystalline clang. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"Found..,"[/i][/color] Nocturne breathed, a sense of shock washing over him. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"No, how could..,"[/i][/color] he tried, the very air now growing frigid and unforgivably cold. Had there been anyone else in that alley, they would surely have stared in awe at the winter's approach, piercing the warm veil of summer as if a lance through the beating of a heart. 

[color=#D3D3D3][b]"Wh-what's happening? Nocturne?"[/b][/color] Nello stuttered, hurrying to his feet as he turned every which way, attempting to find the source of this intrusion. [color=#D3D3D3][b]"Is this the thing dad summoned!?"[/b][/color] The boy exclaimed, shifting his attention to Nocturne who appeared most distressed. It was an expression Nello had never seen before on the shade's features, a feeling the spirit had never previously displayed. 

[color=#D3D3D3][i]"Yes..,"[/i][/color] a whisper trickled through Nocturne's lips, before his gaze slowly rose towards the descending petals of ice. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"There is no hope of running, prepare yourself."[/i][/color] The spirit finished, before vanishing in a dark mist which proceeded to coat Nello in a passing breeze of magic. Though it left the boy fully armored, he felt entirely too exposed. Nocturne's worry, his sense of.., defeat, infected every wiring within Nello's mind. [color=#D3D3D3][i]"She's coming.."[/i][/color]