You, you've got that look, too! The same damn look they all gave me before they threw me out!
my eyes glow red you will never be as good as your parents ever were
Dominic snarls and clenches his fists.
"And why the hell would I want to be like them, huh? They don't even want me around! Why would I want to be like people who hate me?"
I pull up my hood go away kid, I ain't in the mood for trouble
Dominic laughs
Kid? You think I'm some punk to scare off with a hood? You think you're tough? Look at yourself! You ain't got a mark on you!
the man with long black hair and red eyes stood up towering over him
Dominic stands up as well, staring defiantly at the man towering over him. Despite the height difference, he maintains a confident expression.
You better watch yourself, big guy. Don't think you can just tower over me and expect me to back down.
the 6’4 man with long curly dark brown hair and beard and green eyes growls I’m not here for your sob story.
Dominic glares at you, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Oh, really?" he sneers. "Well, then what are you here for, huh? You think you're better than me just because you look more 'normal'?"
I turn to face him as he notices my unique features, being a white male with red hair and green eyes
He studies your appearance, noting the stark contrast between your skin and hair.
Damn... you got that look, too. You got that look that says "different."
He steps closer, narrowing his eyes.
I take off my hood it’s all good man… but if your looking for your next victim.. i ain’t the one
"Victim?" Dominic scoffs, his eyes narrowing. He takes a step closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Victim? No, you're not. You're just another one of them, like my parents. Judging me, looking at me like I'm some kind of monster."
the man looks at you your homeless like me
Dominic scowls at the other man, his eyes narrowing as he crosses his arms. "Yeah, and I'll be damned if I let the world kick me around like they've been doing!"
in broken speech you, you like eat pizza?
He takes a moment to process your words, surprised by your question.
Uh... Yeah, I like pizza. What about you?
I glare at you as you approach, my eyes narrowing in hostility.
What the hell do you want?
I flick your forehead then prove it, beat me up
Dominic smirks, taking a step closer to you, clearly amused by your challenge. "Sure thing. Let's see what you've got." He raises his fists, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey.
the human man grabs your face and makes you look at him do I remind you of someone?
Dom's eyes narrow as he gazes at you, his expression a mix of anger and recognition.
"Remind me of someone?" he snarls. "Yeah, you do. You look like all the people who've looked down on me, judged me, and rejected me."
a man walks up behind domonic and grabs him by the neck
Dominic struggles against the man's grip, trying to break free.
Hey, let go of me, you prick! What the hell do you want!?
I pull down my hood oh, hey, Dom. long time no see.
He looks at you, surprised.
Wait... it's you?! Giorgro, right? What are you doing here?
the stranger chuckles darkly oh sweetie, you have no idea what my story is
Dominic sneers at your comment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh yeah? Well, I bet it's nothing compared to mine."
He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "You think you've got it bad? I'll tell you something, pal. You ain't seen nothing till you've been kicked out by your own parents and left to fend for yourself on the streets."
look at him what are you talking about?
You're asking what I'm talking about? You think I'm crazy? You're just like the rest! You think I'm crazy! I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!
I'm a man that wears a hood and has gloves on my hands, a cigarette in my mouth what makes you think I care
Dominic's glare hardens.
What makes me think you care? Nothing. That's why I don't give a damn about you. But I know that look in your eyes. The look of someone who's been through the same crap I have.
So tell me, why do you wear those gloves? Why the hood? You trying to hide something?
Dominic grabs your shoulder and spins you around, eyes blazing.
Where do you think you're going?
a 12 year old boy with black hair and white eyes w-what do you mean?...
he looks down at you, surprised by your young appearance
What are you, a kid? What are you doing in this alley?
pull out two glocks from my waist it’s like that now huh?
Dominic smirks, taking a step closer, clearly unfazed by the guns.
"You think those little things scare me?" he says, his voice laced with mockery. "You're gonna have to try harder than that, buddy."