Brutus stood outside of a small abandoned two-story house keeping watch while the boys inside had their fill of food. It had been weeks since they had a decent meal, and they had earned it. He looked around at the old abandoned factories that lay around his home. It was not the best place, but it kept them safe from prying eyes and the authorities at least. Not completely safe however, as there were many other groups. Each one more violent then the last, but Brutus earned a little respect from the bosses. They managed to hammer out a truce with most of them, but they were prepared in case someone tried something.
The door opened and a young man with blonde bangs stepped out. He was about Brutus' height and age but just shy of six feet tall. The one eye not covered by the bangs was a deep blue, which gave him the look of innocence. However the look was refuted by some scars on his neck and one on his cheek, "What would we do without you Brutus?" the …
(Very long please do be prepared).