ask William Stone

Mathim looks around frantically, looking for anyone else that could possibly be around, but they were alone. Of course, it was dark out and no one was going to be out on the streets at this time of night! He trembled softly before fumbling with his bag, pulling out his notebook and a pen, writing “How can I help you?” before holding it up to him, hoping the human could see it in his current situation and through his light shaking.

He manages to read the writing, he opens out his mouth to speak but a wave passes over him and he passes out again.

Mathim managed a soft squeak again, dropping his notebook and pencil to shake the guy, trying to wake him up. Tears welled up in his eyes; he didn’t want to watch another person die, let alone be the cause again because he couldn’t help. The small half breed child attempted to pick William up so he could at least get him out of the streets, but couldn’t even manage to do that. He didn’t have strength like a full breed demon would have, so he settled with sitting next to William, trying his hardest not to cry and stay calm, making sure he was at least breathing every now and then.

Mathim grabbed his notebook and wrote: “It’s okay” before showing it to him, accompanied with poorly drawn little doodles all over the page he had done out of nervousness. He gave the human a worried look.

“I can’t remember where I need to go… I really don’t know.” He slowly sits up.

Mathim flipped the page of his notebook and wrote, “Do you remember who you are? Are you okay? In pain?” before showing him, the same worried look on his face still there.

“My name is William… my head is hurting still, but that’s to be expected… I think I was hit with a lead pipe.”

Mathim nodded at him before cautiously going to his side and looking at his head, seeing dried blood on his head. He wrote: “Do you think you can walk so we can go to a hospital?” before showing it to William.

"I think so, I might be a bit wobbly." With the boy's help, he gets to his feet, trying to steady himself. "Do you happen to know where the hospital is?"

Mathim looks around frantically, looking for anyone else that could possibly be around, but they were alone. Of course, it was dark out and no one was going to be out on the streets at this time of night! He trembled softly before fumbling with his bag, pulling out his notebook and a pen, writing “How can I help you?” before holding it up to him, hoping the human could see it in his current situation and through his light shaking.

He manages to read the writing, he opens out his mouth to speak but a wave passes over him and he passes out again.

Mathim managed a soft squeak again, dropping his notebook and pencil to shake the guy, trying to wake him up. Tears welled up in his eyes; he didn’t want to watch another person die, let alone be the cause again because he couldn’t help. The small half breed child attempted to pick William up so he could at least get him out of the streets, but couldn’t even manage to do that. He didn’t have strength like a full breed demon would have, so he settled with sitting next to William, trying his hardest not to cry and stay calm, making sure he was at least breathing every now and then.

Mathim grabbed his notebook and wrote: “It’s okay” before showing it to him, accompanied with poorly drawn little doodles all over the page he had done out of nervousness. He gave the human a worried look.

“I can’t remember where I need to go… I really don’t know.” He slowly sits up.

Mathim flipped the page of his notebook and wrote, “Do you remember who you are? Are you okay? In pain?” before showing him, the same worried look on his face still there.

"My name is William... my head is hurting still, but that's to be expected... I think I was hit with a lead pipe."

Mathim looks around frantically, looking for anyone else that could possibly be around, but they were alone. Of course, it was dark out and no one was going to be out on the streets at this time of night! He trembled softly before fumbling with his bag, pulling out his notebook and a pen, writing “How can I help you?” before holding it up to him, hoping the human could see it in his current situation and through his light shaking.

He manages to read the writing, he opens out his mouth to speak but a wave passes over him and he passes out again.

Mathim managed a soft squeak again, dropping his notebook and pencil to shake the guy, trying to wake him up. Tears welled up in his eyes; he didn’t want to watch another person die, let alone be the cause again because he couldn’t help. The small half breed child attempted to pick William up so he could at least get him out of the streets, but couldn’t even manage to do that. He didn’t have strength like a full breed demon would have, so he settled with sitting next to William, trying his hardest not to cry and stay calm, making sure he was at least breathing every now and then.

Mathim grabbed his notebook and wrote: “It’s okay” before showing it to him, accompanied with poorly drawn little doodles all over the page he had done out of nervousness. He gave the human a worried look.

"I can't remember where I need to go... I really don't know." He slowly sits up.

“I”m… not sure where we are exactly…” He almost falls to the ground, but catches himself on a wall.

Joine gasped. “W-William! What happened to you!?”

“I can’t remember… I think I was attacked… yeah I had to have been…” Voice is pleading now. “please get us home… please.”

“Al-Alright, j-just… h-hold on!” She took his hand and pulled him close, putting his arm around herself before starting to lead him home.

“It’s okay… oh God, y-you need medical help, uhm…” She looked around frantically. “Bandages. Right. I’ll get bandages…”

Closes his eyes as Joine hurries about gathering the few medical supplies they have in the house.

Mathim looks around frantically, looking for anyone else that could possibly be around, but they were alone. Of course, it was dark out and no one was going to be out on the streets at this time of night! He trembled softly before fumbling with his bag, pulling out his notebook and a pen, writing “How can I help you?” before holding it up to him, hoping the human could see it in his current situation and through his light shaking.

He manages to read the writing, he opens out his mouth to speak but a wave passes over him and he passes out again.

Mathim managed a soft squeak again, dropping his notebook and pencil to shake the guy, trying to wake him up. Tears welled up in his eyes; he didn’t want to watch another person die, let alone be the cause again because he couldn’t help. The small half breed child attempted to pick William up so he could at least get him out of the streets, but couldn’t even manage to do that. He didn’t have strength like a full breed demon would have, so he settled with sitting next to William, trying his hardest not to cry and stay calm, making sure he was at least breathing every now and then.

“I”m… not sure where we are exactly…” He almost falls to the ground, but catches himself on a wall.

Joine gasped. “W-William! What happened to you!?”

“I can’t remember… I think I was attacked… yeah I had to have been…” Voice is pleading now. “please get us home… please.”

“Al-Alright, j-just… h-hold on!” She took his hand and pulled him close, putting his arm around herself before starting to lead him home.

Mathim looks around frantically, looking for anyone else that could possibly be around, but they were alone. Of course, it was dark out and no one was going to be out on the streets at this time of night! He trembled softly before fumbling with his bag, pulling out his notebook and a pen, writing “How can I help you?” before holding it up to him, hoping the human could see it in his current situation and through his light shaking.

He manages to read the writing, he opens out his mouth to speak but a wave passes over him and he passes out again.

“I”m… not sure where we are exactly…” He almost falls to the ground, but catches himself on a wall.

Joine gasped. “W-William! What happened to you!?”

"I can't remember... I think I was attacked... yeah I had to have been..." Voice is pleading now. "please get us home... please."

He wakes up one night in a cold dark alley. His head is splitting with pain. Hand goes up and feels a warm sticky fluid. His own blood. He staggers to his feet, looking around and finds to his dismay he has no idea where he is or how he got here. He starts to walk, one foot in front of the other, using the walls of buildings to try to keep himself from falling down.

Miss Joine had wound up sleep walking out of the house, through some ridiculous amount of luck she didn’t wind up in a dumpster or a ditch. Instead, she wound up wandering around town until she bumped in to William.

“Joine?” His voice is pained. His attackers have done more damage than just the hit to his head.

Joine didn’t seem to acknowledge him. She just kept walking in to him, her eyes closed.

“Joine!” He shakes her shoulder with his good arm, his other having been stabbed. “Snap out of it!”

She shook her head, opening her eyes sleepily. “Hm…? Where am I…?”

"I"m... not sure where we are exactly..." He almost falls to the ground, but catches himself on a wall.

He wakes up one night in a cold dark alley. His head is splitting with pain. Hand goes up and feels a warm sticky fluid. His own blood. He staggers to his feet, looking around and finds to his dismay he has no idea where he is or how he got here. He starts to walk, one foot in front of the other, using the walls of buildings to try to keep himself from falling down.

William stumbles over something, falling to the ground. He groans in pain as he landed on his also injured arm. So disorientated. He tries to get to his feet again, but just succeeds in falling again.

The preteen went to the man’s side, hesitating before reaching out and touching his uninjured arm lightly, opening his mouth to say something. The only sound the escaped him was a soft squeak, which he wasn’t even sure was loud enough to catch the guy’s attention. He nudged his arm a bit harder instead.

He wakes up one night in a cold dark alley. His head is splitting with pain. Hand goes up and feels a warm sticky fluid. His own blood. He staggers to his feet, looking around and finds to his dismay he has no idea where he is or how he got here. He starts to walk, one foot in front of the other, using the walls of buildings to try to keep himself from falling down.

Miss Joine had wound up sleep walking out of the house, through some ridiculous amount of luck she didn’t wind up in a dumpster or a ditch. Instead, she wound up wandering around town until she bumped in to William.

“Joine?” His voice is pained. His attackers have done more damage than just the hit to his head.

Joine didn’t seem to acknowledge him. She just kept walking in to him, her eyes closed.

"Joine!" He shakes her shoulder with his good arm, his other having been stabbed. "Snap out of it!"

He wakes up one night in a cold dark alley. His head is splitting with pain. Hand goes up and feels a warm sticky fluid. His own blood. He staggers to his feet, looking around and finds to his dismay he has no idea where he is or how he got here. He starts to walk, one foot in front of the other, using the walls of buildings to try to keep himself from falling down.

William stumbles over something, falling to the ground. He groans in pain as he landed on his also injured arm. So disorientated. He tries to get to his feet again, but just succeeds in falling again.

He wakes up one night in a cold dark alley. His head is splitting with pain. Hand goes up and feels a warm sticky fluid. His own blood. He staggers to his feet, looking around and finds to his dismay he has no idea where he is or how he got here. He starts to walk, one foot in front of the other, using the walls of buildings to try to keep himself from falling down.

Miss Joine had wound up sleep walking out of the house, through some ridiculous amount of luck she didn’t wind up in a dumpster or a ditch. Instead, she wound up wandering around town until she bumped in to William.

"Joine?" His voice is pained. His attackers have done more damage than just the hit to his head.

“You… do?”

“Yeah…” She shifts a bit where she’s sitting, “When I was sixteen, my parents abandoned me.”

“Oh Joine, that’s horrible.” He reaches over to pull her into a hug.

She hugs him back, hiding her face in his shoulder.

"At least we have each other now."

“You… do?”

“Yeah…” She shifts a bit where she’s sitting, “When I was sixteen, my parents abandoned me.”

"Oh Joine, that's horrible." He reaches over to pull her into a hug.