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To Serve and Protect...Or At Least Protect (Rufio)
The total lack of sunshine should have been a blessing for any vampire. Unfortunately for Nick, the raging storm had mostly kept him inside anyway. While the rain wasn't a bother, the high winds were a difficulty even for him. And there was no way he was taking any chances with a tornado. It couldn't harm him, very little could, but that didn't mean he wanted to experience the inside of one any time soon. So he waited it out in his new loft.
When at last things seemed to be calming down, Nick took to the sky. It was still clouded over enough that the sun was nothing to worry about, and night would be upon the City before the clouds were likely to clear. Just in case, Nick kept an eye on the clouds as he flew.
He wanted to see if there was anyone that needed help. From this vantage point, he could see and hear for great distances. The destruction was immense. Far fewer buildings seemed to have avoided the storm's wrath than succumbed, yet it didn't seem anyone was in serious danger or needed aid. Until he heard a boy's voice.
Let. Me. GO!
Turning, he flew in the direction of the shout. He forced himself to go faster, hoping he would be in time to stop whatever it was that was happening to the child. He arrived in time to see a boy, probably in his teens, sporting something of a punk rocker's hair and clothing, turn and run away from a man. Nick flew ahead of him, landing behind a tree and stepping out in time for the youth to run right into him.
"Whoa!" He reached out and gripped the boy's upper arms. "Are you alright?" Nick looked behind the kid to see if the man had followed, but could see no one.
"Don't you think you should be inside somewhere? It's kind of dangerous out here right now."
When at last things seemed to be calming down, Nick took to the sky. It was still clouded over enough that the sun was nothing to worry about, and night would be upon the City before the clouds were likely to clear. Just in case, Nick kept an eye on the clouds as he flew.
He wanted to see if there was anyone that needed help. From this vantage point, he could see and hear for great distances. The destruction was immense. Far fewer buildings seemed to have avoided the storm's wrath than succumbed, yet it didn't seem anyone was in serious danger or needed aid. Until he heard a boy's voice.
Let. Me. GO!
Turning, he flew in the direction of the shout. He forced himself to go faster, hoping he would be in time to stop whatever it was that was happening to the child. He arrived in time to see a boy, probably in his teens, sporting something of a punk rocker's hair and clothing, turn and run away from a man. Nick flew ahead of him, landing behind a tree and stepping out in time for the youth to run right into him.
"Whoa!" He reached out and gripped the boy's upper arms. "Are you alright?" Nick looked behind the kid to see if the man had followed, but could see no one.
"Don't you think you should be inside somewhere? It's kind of dangerous out here right now."