wALK,, Chapter 1

I had never been much. My entire life revolved around myself and my father. Dirt poor. With hardly anything to our names. A few yeas ago I got into a terrible accident on a field trip, and lost my legs. My father spent every last penny on buying me new legs. Ever since, we've had nothing but each other. Even with my loss, I developed like any typical boy would. I loved video games, well, any type of game really. I was especially fond of Fiduspawn. It was a little childish, but i never grew out of it. To my joy, they were opening a new store around the block of my somber little neighborhood.

I had managed to save up enough money to at least buy a deck of cards, and I was eager to buy them. Collecting up my wallet, I started for the door. My leg creaked loudly, and bent, giving signs it was not willing to be walk on today. I sighed with irritation, and limped back to my room for my wheel chair. Luckily for me, the trip wasn't hard. The terraine was mostly flat, and I only had to go a block before I was there. When I turned the corner, there were people lined up outside the building waiting to go in. I figured they hadn't opened yet, or they were crowded. I was silently hoping the first option. I didn't do well with people.

I waited anxiously to the side, and listened to the people and their idle gossip. There wasn't anything truly exciting to talk about today, or in my case, casually eavesdrop. Suddenly the door flung open and a man announced the final opening of the store. People flooded in, leaving me on the corner by myself. I gauked for a mere moment, before rolling inside. The inside was magnificent. The walls were decorated with fine paint, all matching the colors of the game. They were littered with large wonderful FiduSpawn posters, and each shelf held a figurine of some sort. I could feel my eyes sparkling. I never, in my entire 17 years, had seen something so glorious.

I wheeled over to a shelf that was for the time being, unoccupied. I slipped my fingers along the books upon the shelf, and over the delux boxes of cards. I couldn't help but smile. I felt like a child in a candy store. Something glittered silver from the corner of my eye, and I turned to it. There it was. Right in front of me. The Gand Deck. Glistening in all of its might FiduSpawn Glory. My jaw slacked slightly, causing my mouth to hang open. I had never thought I'd see one of these decks in my lifetime, considering they were incredibly rare and hard to find. Expensive too. I began to reach for it when a voice caught me off guard-

"Wooaaah. Wicked wheel chair motherfucker."

I turned to face the region the voice came from.

A tall man towered over me. He was slightly bent forward, with his long curly whisps hanging in front of his face, blocking my view. His hand was gripping the left handle of my chair, and the other was caressing my elbow rest.
"P-p-pardon?" I asked, not used to such close contact, even though we weren't touching.
The man chuckled and lifted his head. I could see his face clearly now. He had clown make-up on. It made him appear rather foolish, and I wasn't too fond of clowns to begin with. He also had peircings. They didn't look bad on him.
"I said you got a mother fucking fantastic ride here bro,"
I stared downward. His crotch was at eye level. I could feel my face grow hot and flushed. I immediately turned my head away.
"Th-thank you," I said, my voice was barely audible.
"What?" The man pressed his face against the had on my cheek.
I became even more flushed and nervous. Apparently this man hadn't heard of "personal space"
"I-I said thank y-you!" I manage to stammer out. The man's breath had managed to drift upon my neck, causing my skin to prickle in the oddest of ways. Creating a senstation all new to me.

The man jerked upward and laughed. "No problem bro! Names Gamzee Makara," He held out his hand in a polite mannor. I stared at his relatively large hand. He had a ittle silver ring on his pinky finger. With what was on it, I don't know. Was he wanting me to shake his hand? Timidly I reached out my own hand, and placed it in his with a weak grip. "T-tavros Nitram." The man smiled widely. "Welcome to the store Tavros! Got your eye on anything motherfucker?" Suddenly i grew weary of him. Did he own this store? "Uu-hh, y-yeah I did. But.. Um.. I can't actually.. Afford it.. Really.."