###########################################################
[English] Helchastor - Tie
#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-#
james bent down to the HomelessMan.
 "so? how are you doing on this wonderfully cool evening?"
the man was wrapped in rags and shivering.
james's companions laughed.
he just glanced at them.
 "do you think this is funny?"
 "no, james!"
one said.
the other shook his head.
james was bored with them.
they were like all the other friends.
just that, just friends. So incredibly tiring.
but this was something new.
he looked at the HomelessMan again.
 "please answer my question,
  how are you doing on this wonderfully cool evening?
  You dont mean to be rude."
the man shook his head.
 "no, sir, no.
  im... fine, fine."
james placed his hand on the mans cheek.
 "but, but, my dear. dont lie to me.
  tell me how youre doing.
  tell me.
  tell me about your life, how much youre suffering.
  i would find that terribly interesting."
many people accused james of being snotty, arrogant.
but he meant everything he said.
he was just like that.
he was interested in what this man felt.
it would certainly be more than james.
james felt nothing. never.
 "the last time i ate anything was...
  ...4Days ago.
  the last time i drank anything that wasnt contaminated...
  ...2Weeks ago, i think."
 "that's exactly what you look like, my friend."
james smiled and raised the bottle to his lips. ss he swallowed the wine, he grimaced.
but he took another sip.
somehow it amused him that people there were dying of thirst,
because they had nothing clean to drink,
and here he was drinking a 5.000$BottleOfWine that he didnt even like.
the man just looked at him with wide eyes.
james paused.
 "would you like something?"
he asked.
the man nodded.
james's companions were confused.
somehow they had imagined it differently.
he pressed the bottle into the mans hand.
the man began to drink.
he didnt care what it tasted like, as long as he drank.
a clink from the back of the alley.
james stood up and held out his arms.
 "another friend whod like to join us?"
he called.
another clink and a groan sounded in response.
 "help this poor soul."
he said, nodding to his companions to let them know what to do.
as they walked in the direction of the smells,
james took the bottle back.
 "tz tz tz tz, not so much at once.
  other people want to live too."
the man tried to grab the bottle, he wanted more.
james simply put his hands behind his head.
looked up at the sky.
the two moons were full.
beautiful, as ever.
he was happy to be able to live here and nowhere else.
here he could live a good life.
well... save, sure.
but boring.
but tonight he liked the cool air and the alley that smelled of sewage.
dirt.
filth.
garbage.
he felt at home.
his companions returned with a disheveled HomelessMan at their side.
they threw him next to the other HomelessMan.
he just mumbled curses under his breath.
james looked at the two of them in horror.
 "please? not so rude!
  that doesnt have to happen!
  those poor devils have suffered enough already!"
now his companions were completely perplexed.
other things were said about james. quite different.
they had expected something wilder.
something not so boring.
the only problem with their opinion was that james didnt care about that.
he give a fuck and lived the way he wanted to live.
he had learned that was the only right way.
at some point, everything became boring.
at some point, everything else that can be done was absolutely boring.
and he didnt want to go there.
he wanted to experience something.
and he couldnt possibly pay attention to what others wanted,
or didnt want,
or whatever. He didnt care about the stories about him.
either he confirmed them,
or he didnt.
irrelevant.
what was certain was that people were clamoring to be his friend.
especially those HalfGrown SonsOfBitches who just wanted to see someone or something really suffer.
james bent down to the newcomer and held out the bottle.
 "well? would you like something to drink?"
the man grabbed it and drank greedily.
 "you can have whatever's left,"
he said to the other.
but the HomelessMan didnt put the bottle down.
james jumped up.
 "great!"
he had an idea.
maybe it wouldnt be such a boring night after all.
he stood in front of them as if he expected something from them.
 "do you have anything to eat?"
asked one of the two.
the other just nodded in agreement.
james jumped in the air and clapped his hands.
that's exactly what he expected.
perfect.
 "no, no, im afraid i dont..."
they looked down.
 "...but i can bring you some.
  poor starving souls like yours must be helped!
  and if not by the helping hand of God,
  then by the gracious kindness of me."
 "are you serious?"
one asked.
james nodded.
 "i dont lie. never. i dont need that."
the two stood up.
 "who are you? why are you doing that?"
 "a human being.
  the most human being you will ever find!
  i do what i feel like,
  and right now, i feel like helping you."
one of james's companions rolled his eyes.
they really had expected something different.
what james was known for.
he patted the other on the shoulder and whispered something.
the other laughed and said:
 "hey, james, should we go get the food?"
he turned and looked at him.
 "bored?"
the boy felt caught.
he couldnt stand that look.
 "no, i just mean..."
 "then piss off.
  if you find this boring or funny, feel free to leave.
  i dont need wankers like you."
he turned to the homeless and put on his smile again.
 "good... where were we? ah, yeah, exactly.
  i will give you food."
and now came the moment he'd been so happy about.
he loved the moments when the ideas came.
it was a great feeling every time.
maybe he could make something bigger out of this, we will see...
 "but not just like that, of course.
  you have to do something for me."
they looked at each other.
 "sure, anything."
james put his hands on his hips.
 "you two are really poor guys.
  and i feel sorry for you.
  but in this world, its not easy to get the things you want!
  you have to work for them, fight for them!
  and well, i dont have all the money in the world either.
  maybe almost. But not all of it.
  and you cant get as much money as i have by spending it.
  im honestly sorry,
  but i only have money for one of you."
silence.
a smile appeared on the faces of james's companions.
 "its a difficult decision,
  who should be lucky.
  and i want to be as impartial as possible.
  that's why i've been thinking about it for almost 10Seconds,
  and now i have a solution!
  YOU"
he pointed at one of the two.
 "fight HIM."
he pointed at the other.
 "you 2 will fight!
  and well, heh', whoevers still alive at the end,
  gets their food.
  then we'll go to a store and get something nice.
  so? What do you think?"
the two companions laughed.
the homeless, however, were unsure.
 "are you serious, sir?"
james nodded.
 "yes. i mean it all.
  and i promise,
  you will get more food than you've ever had in your life!
  as long as youre the survivor."
the night was quiet.
and beautiful.
the two HomelessMans looked at each other.
 "well then, gentlemen..."
james gave a mock bow and stepped back.
the two HomelessMan stood up and moved away from the wall.
they stood facing each other.
they werent really violent.
but they were hungry.
so hungry...
 "sorry,"
one said.
the other nodded.
 "...let the games begin!"
not a boring night. no. not at all.
with a scream, the two attacked each other.
james's companions started laughing,
while in front of them, two homeless men punched each other in the face and stomach.
james was happy because now he had something to look at.
and at the end of the day, he could even do something good for one of them.
a win-win situation.
one hit the other in the face.
once
twice
but the other grabbed his hand and bit it, severing a finger.
the man screamed.
the other threw him to the ground and began punching his face.
blow after blow.
his teeth were broken.
but he reared up and rammed his knee between his attackers legs,
whereupon he pushed him away and began kicking him.
the man lying on the ground screamed and screamed,
while the kicks hit his face and shattered every bone.
but he pulled the legs out from under the kickers,
and now they both lay on the ground, pulling each other's hair, biting and hitting each other.
one grabbed the other's head and slammed it to the ground three times.
james's smile grew wider and wider.
he loved this kind of thing.
he loved it more than anything.
he closed his eyes briefly...
cold, stinking night air...
screams in the background...
this was how he wanted to live. this is how he imagined his future.
the screams grew louder.
one grabbed the other's arm and pull it backwards.
a loud crack was heard.
james noticed his two companions backing away slightly.
but james just shouted =
 "come on, keep going!"
he turned to the side and looked for something.
there...
a wooden board with some rusty nails sticking out of it.
he grabbed it and threw it to the one with the broken arm.
 "here, defend yourself!"
he shouted and laughed.
he was just getting into the swing of things.
the HomelessMan grabbed the board and hit the other man in the face.
a nail hit his eye and the man jumped up and screamed.
the other HomelessMan also stood up.
james noticed his companions backing away further and further.
that was probably to much for the ToughGuys.
the two HomelessMan circled each other.
you could tell they actually wanted to stop.
but the thought of food drove them on.
the one with the board stepped forward with a scream and rammed the nails into the others leg.
the other ignored it and punched his attacker in the face.
once
twice
ThirsTime
then he snatched the board from him, pulled the nails out of his leg, and punch with it.
the other ducked, but was hit by the SecondBlow.
the nails dug into his stomach.
he fell.
the other dropped his knee onto the board.
he pressed the nails deeper and deeper into his flesh,
while blood flowed from the stomach of the man lying on the ground.
james's companions ran away. this surprised him.
they knew the stories about him and what he did.
they knew.
and yet people kept coming... ...just to leave.
james didnt care.
he looked at the two lying on the ground.
the one with the nails in his stomach turned and punched the other in the face.
but the other held him to the ground. came closer and closer.
then he opened his mouth and bit his cheek, tearing the flesh away.
the one lying on the ground screamed, but the other kept tearing his face off his skull.
a blow followed.
another.
another.
his fist was bloody.
but he punched.
and punched.
and punched...
...you could hear bones splintering.
skull and fist.
james closed his eyes.
screams.
punches.
blood.
night air.
life.
the screams stopped.
james opened his eyes.
one stood covered in blood,
with an injured eye,
two missing fingers,
and crying over the other's body.
james slowly approached him and took him by the shoulders.
 "so you shall be the victor, my friend, you fought magnificently."
he nodded.
 "i... ...you said..."
james smiled.
 "but of course, of course you will get your food! come on, let's go."
james took his hand and pulled him through the alley.
they stepped into the light of the city.
people streamed toward them in the ColdNeonLight.
they all looked at the HomelessMan suspiciously.
if only they knew about his heroic deed.
cheap dolls. they were simple and boring.
no sense of drama or life.
when james found the store he was looking for, he stopped.
 "you wait here, i will be right back."
the HomelessMan did as he was told.
when james came out of the store, he had a bag in his hand.
he took the HomelessMan by the hand and started walking.
back to the alley.
 "you have to understand,
  i can give you food, but not new shelter.
  im sorry. so, for better or for worse, you have to go back."
that didnt matter to the HomelessMan.
he just wanted to be freed from this agonizing hunger.
just to survive a few more days...
 "so, here we are.
  close your eyes, you will be surprised."
the man did so.
james took something out of the bag and pressed it into the mans hand.
the man opened his eyes,
and looked at the large, silver knife in his hand.
james pointed to the corpse.
 "you wanted so much to eat something, werent you?
  there, more than enough for you."
while the man knelt down,
began cutting the flesh from the corpses bones and eating it,
james headed to his favorite fancy restaurant,
and ordered a steak,
and some more of the expensive wine, which he didnt really even like.