The UnSafest place to be (Open to anyone evil)

[austin]

Two teenage boys walked drunkily into the alleyway that was once part of a construction site. One boy holds a bottle of beer while the other is holding a bottle of whisky. How they got them? They stole it from their father-the whiskey cabinet and the fridge in the kitchen as well. One laughed while he drank some down from the beer while the other twirled around like a maniac. Little did they know someone evil is about to join them. In a matter of seconds, a man with brown hair and dark eyes, shimmered in nearby. He is wearing a black hat, black pants, a leather jacket and a black shirt underneath.

He leaned against the wall now watching as the two kids continued to laugh out loud and well being stupid. "Did y'all parents tell you not to be walking in here all alone?" he asked in a New Orleans twang accent. He had been in New Orleans recently and easily picked it up. One of the boys noticed the man and laughed. "Oh you're laughing aren't you boy?"
"Boy? I'm not a boy!" one drunk teen yelled. "So why don't you just go."
"Go? Fine I'll go." Austin began to walk away. Its part of his plan and he's not gonna let two teens just walk over him.

While walking by he snatched the bottle of whisky from one of the kids, who yelled for him to get it back and then flicked his wrist. Both kids ended up in flames. He now leaned against the wall now and took a big sip not minding the two burning bodies.

[son]

Malachi had just walked into the alleyway when he had heard the screams and saw two boys burst into flames. It didnt take him long to sense that there was one of his kind here and a small smirk came over his face before he pushed further into the darkness of the alleyway. Malachi was fresh from Alcatraz. He and his family were preparing the place as a fort to them since now, more than ever, it required them to be on their guard and be able to have a place to fortify their defense. He walked confidently into the alley and then stopped when he saw the man hurling down a bottle of whisky. He sighed, "All for whisky?" He said in a degrading voice, staring at the man in the dark as he stood beneath a small ounce of light that was coming from a nearby window.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[austin]

After he hurled down some whisky into his throat, Austin wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and looked over at a man that is standing nearby. He screwed the cap back on and set the whisky down at his feet. "Not exactly it was their screams that I wanted," he spoke back in his New Orleans accent. "I actually came here for well some good time. Unfortunately they didn't know their manners when they see it. Never snap at someone who is just minding their business." He took the whisky back into his hand, unscrewed the cap and looked at the bottle first. "Okay maybe it was a tiny bit. After all this whisky is the best there is. Bet they stole it. They sure didn't look old enough to buy it that's for damn sure." He took a big sip and then stuck it out to him. "Want some?" he asked.