It's been a month and let's just say it's been one hell of a month. I have bounced from one town to the next like I was trying to escape the plague. Well, I was trying to escape a plague. The plague of my guilt and wrath of my father. I am now in a rundown part of New York know as Hell's kitchen. I am down to 105 dollar's, which isn't very good. I sighed and looked out into the city from the rooftop I had been sleeping on for the last few days. I don't know if I will be staying here for long but I really need to find a way to get money with no questions asked. I have started too adapted to my new way of life thought in some good ways and others not so much.

I haven't been eating at much as I problem should so I am a little skinnier then what I originally was. My shoes are almost broken and I am amazing at park coring up buildings now after well the gun point incident.

1 week ago

I made it to the big apple finally after a tough week travelling. I missed having company. I miss Scott from Beacon Hills, I miss Clint and his old tractor, I miss Bruce not so much his punches and I miss the red haired Natasha the most.

I walked the busy city to see on one billboard was playing missing persons reports. I stopped and listened to it from an alley I walked into.

"This just in from the state of Calofina, a nine-year-old boy name Mycslaw 'Gemini' Stilinski has been missing for almost a month."

"The boy is believed to have killed three men on the Kenina bus two days after going missing, here is footage from the event." Said the reporter

"Warning the next lot of footage may be violent, younger viewers are advised to look away."

"Prince T'chala." Said the haunting voice of the leader of the bad man I had killed

"If you don't come out, I am going to kill this kid." Said the leader when suddenly 3 bangs where followed afterwards and I knew that they have showed me killing them

I was hyperventilating and a cold sweat had covered my hands.

"He is believe to be extremely dangerous and to approach with caution."

"He goes by the alias Stiles and has brown hair and brown eyes last seen wearing a red hoodie in Kenina, if he is seen turn him into the police ASAP." Said the reporter woman

I sighed in frustration, well if people wasn't looking for him before they sure was now. I got my breathing back under control before I decide I would sleep here tonight but before I could settle down a man with a metal arm with a red star on it was holding a gun to my head. He had shoulder length cocoa coloured hair. I couldn't see his face because He had mask and goggles on.

What's a gay? I heard my dad talk about it once... wait right the gun is holding a gun to my head. Never good.

"Chto ty khochesh'? {what do you want? }" asked the man

And in this one moment I was glad that my parents tort me there parents mouth tongues. I can speak in Russian and Polish as well as English.

 "Nichego, krome vas, chtoby udalit' oruzhiye s moyey golovy. [Nothing but for you to removed your gun from my head ]." I told him before he removed the gun

"ty govorish' po-russki {You speak Russian}" 

"Russkiy, pol'skiy i angliyskiy {Russian , Polish and English}" I told him"Why are you up here kid?" asked the man in English which surprised me

His voice was gruff as if he had spoken English for a very long time.

"I was planning, to uses this as my temptery house, but seeming you are currently I will probably another one."

"What are you on the run from?" asked the man

"My past." I told him as I jumped from the roof and landed like a cat on the fire escape as I travelled a little farther away from the man with the metal arm.

I feel like I have seen him from somewhere but I can't put my finger on it.

End of flashback

 Anyway, that was a week ago and I have not seen him since. I walked down the fire escape and onto the street with my duffle bag on my shoulder. I bump into someone.

 "Watch it." Said the man as he kept walking, what he hasn't realised was I had just stolen his wallet but all he had in the his wallet was cards which didn't help me because I didn't know his pin.

 I huffed in frustration and looked at his drivers licence 'John Mistada'. 

"Well, John you have been no help what so ever." I said checking his wallet into the bin before continuing on my way to the park, it's were I like to spent why free time but with avoiding the police and teachers that think I should be in school the only two days of the week I can go here without looking suspicions and that was Saturday and Sunday. 

But on my way there I bumped into a gang of teens. 

Great just what I need, can you sense my sarcastim? 

"Hey, guy's look at this little pussy running off to his parents." Said the leader of the group and he blocked my path and the other four blocked my escape routes.

I really didn't need this. 

My fist clench a bit. 

"Please move out of my way." I told them

"I don't think so jail bait, we want the duffle bag and we will be on our way."

"Never." I said holding onto my bag tighter as they tried to grab it off me but I punched him in the face, which only enraged him more.

"You know what boys forget the bag let's fuck up mummy boy's face here." He said as the leader grabbed a knife out of his back pocket and the four guys pin me to the wall of an alley.

 He cuts through my right eyebrow causing blood to flow down my face before I heard a whishing sound. The leader then grabbed his knife and stabbed me in the side. I fall to the floor but I watched as a man dressed up as in all black kicked the teens' asses before I black out.