You'll Never Know What You've Done For Me, chapter 1

A chill wind blew as I walked rather quickly down the all-too-familiar side-alley I had walked through many times before. I wasn't sure if it was my paranoia or the cold that gave me goose-bumps, but regardless I pulled my jacket closer to my body. It was dark. Very dark. I hated walking down this alley, but it was the quickest route to the only decent club around.

It's a really great place! Bands, music, friends, almost everyone's nice. It's where all the punks gather and- Wait. Okay, sorry about that. Back to the story...

I heard something move over by the bin in front of me. I froze. Being the curious person I am, I just had to know what, or whom, made that noise. I took a few more steps closer to where the noise came from, and could see the faint outline of a person. I suddenly got extremely nervous. I quickly retraced my steps backward to where I stopped.
"Krizia?" A voice questioned. By then I was completely frightened out of my skin. Who was this person, and how did they know my name?
"Wh-Who are you?" I responded, voice high-pitched and weary. My body was extremely tense. I tried to take another step back, but my body would not listen to my brain. No one responded. All I could hear were footsteps on the wet ground, and they were getting louder. I closed my eyes and wished all this would stop, listening to the footsteps grow closer...closer...stop.
What? That's very odd...too odd. Where did that person go? I wondered to myself. I suddenly felt something, no, someone grab my arm. On instinct, I ran.
I ran as fast as I possibly could back down the opposite way I came. All the time I ran I could hear the footsteps behind me. I was hoping the person would give up and stop chasing me. No luck. I finally ran out of the alley and turned to start down the street when I slipped. Damn these wet streets. I grabbed a near light-pole to help me up the best I could, but it was impossible. I must have sprained something when I fell. The figure stepped closer to me; to the light. It was a man. He was wearing jeans and a black hoodie: the hood up, shadowing his face in the dim light. He rushed over to me, I tried to scramble away when I heard him speak.
"Krizia! You spazz! Jesus Christ, you loon! What were you thinking running away from me like that? Now look at you, you've got bum leg." He said panting. He let his hood down and I instantly sighed of relief.
"Charles Hill-Hayr! I can't believe you did that to me! You call me the loon? What were you thinking slinking around an alley like that? Especially at this time of night. This is your fault, Chazz." I responded in a huff, also out of breath. He grinned and lowered his gaze to my ankle.
"Yeah, about that. I was waiting up for you. Rupe and me were throwing a little get-together, maybe invite Sam... and Roi if he promises to shower first. Ha..." Chazz said, then looked over to smile at me, which was his way of apology.
I nodded. "How about getting me off this wet ground, bud? My arse is a bit cold."
He smirked and lifted me off the ground. "Anything for your arse."

He carried me back to the apartment he shared with Rupe, his brother.
"Can you handle it from here, Fatty?" Chazz asked, setting my down in front of the door.
"Yeah, thanks Chazz, you're such a gentleman." I replied, rolling my eyes.
He nodded, unlocked the door, and opened it for me to hobble inside.