2025.04.28 writing scans

[mekachu04]

Kidd didn't usually hang around much at the shop until lunch on late day- even if he’d gotten a good haul after the oldman closed up shop, he never showed up first thing.

No sense in suggesting wherever he holed up during the night might have valuables for the taking.

But that didn't mean he didn't snoop around the area - waiting for enough of the day to burn away to avoid suspicion.

So he was close by when the whole would seemed to rumbly and shake as a explosion, went off - close enough to shake the heaps and threatened to topple some piles.

An explosion suspiciously near where Kidd knew the Shop to be.

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There was nothing left of the building - torn and twisted walls crumbling outward - barest hint of a shell around shrapnel and debris. Whatever exploded seemed to burn itself out quickly- only smoke in the air face the on imploded metal settling.

“Holy Shit” was all Kidd could think. His most reliable source of income demolished thoroughly.

The statement was echoed by the Boss man himself, staring at his demolished home.

Kidd wheedly to face him- “What the hell happened?!”

“I dunno.. I left Kellian to sat up while I went up and met a guy about some off island deals.”

The implication of his words set in at the same time for them both. Kiddy practically thre himself down the path already -feeling- out fore where Killer might be. Surely something [??????]. Killer was a monster. Some damn house explosion wouldn't take him down,

The oldman grabbed him before he got far, hauling him easily up off the ground.

“Killer might still be in there! We gotta get him!” Kidd wasn't close enough to get a good feel for the void spots. The shop had been full of them- precious metals that liked to snub him. Songs he could figure out how to hear.

But Killer was flesh and blood. Kidd just had to find those neutral voids -

“We can’t let anyone know we weren’t home,” the old man was saying, pulling Kidd away.

Kidd had no idea what he wason about, only physically stopping his fight to try and focus on his search.

A few spots, but too small for a bod, even for a small teen like Killer, barely bigger then Kidd at this point. Maybe body parts.

No Kidd wasn’t going to think of the other boy that way.

They weren’t friends, but Killer wasn’t an asshole. He was a shout temeyed jerk but Kidd was starting to notice he warmed up to people quick if they weren’t immediately offended by first appearance.

Wait! That was big enough to be someone! A void buried under rubble that had fallen in “Killer’s down there! We have to get him out!”

The man kept walking away, and Kidd started fighting again “We gotta go back for Killer!”

“Kellian's dead boy. The fuel canisters went off. Even if he survived that, it ain't worth living through. We go now. Maybe they think we got vaporized along side him.”

“We cant leave him!”

“Yes we can!”

“Let me go!”

The old man twisted Kidd's arm up and back so bad he screamed, pretty sure he meant to break it if
Kidd didn’t stop.

Starting toe get scream, Kidd redoubled his effect, kicking, thrashing, the yard trembling and shaking around him.

The old man looked at the junk around them shaking, small piece deditaty flouting from the piles, hovering where they’d been repelled for the other metal

He broke kidd's arm.

The kid shrieked - volume nearly ear burstin, the screws and springs and nails flinging away like scattershot - before his eyes rolled back as the pain over helmed him.

The metal shop owner winced as he staggered under the preteen's deadweight - glancing down at the rubble where his life- and his apprencance - was buried and destroyed.

Still. Maybe it was the new start he needed. A clean break. As it was - only the kid knew he *wasn't* home and so long as no one else saw him, he could lay low-fake his own death.

If it hadn't bean for the little display a but ago, it would of been his neck the man broke instead of his alm.

This kid had been far too lucky in findinging the good stuff - but it was starting to look like maybe luck had nothing to do with it after all.

The kid had some kind of magic or power or curse to effect metal like that. Something that could be very useful if he could keep the kid under control.

Shouldnt be too hard. He's just some shit kid. How hard could it be?

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Oldman laid low for the day, but he heard the rumours, and they pleased him.

Best as anyone figured the fuel tanks from the wielder had exploded. No Survivors.

If Kellian had been there, it sounded like he’d been vaporised- but the structure had been too unstable for any throught search.

Perfect. Nobody'd be lonking for him in the streets anytime soon. A couple Scrap Rats had come to see the mess for themselves, and it was looking like anybody who would com looky for the kid already thought him feaf to.

Unfortunately the kid in question was being a shit and not even the broken arm was keeping him subdued. Trying to find ways of keeping the kid calm and not attacking him was starting to stretch his imagination, and the brats lack of any real control was probably all that way keeping him from being squashed.

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