St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!

The first thing Lainan felt was something soft. It was as if a warm ad soft blanket had enveloped him. He reached up to feel it and felt the covers slip off of him; he had been feeling bed covers. He lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being warm. Slowly he opened his eyes.

He seemed to be in a room of some sort. He was laying on a bed, and realized with a bit of shock that he was wearing pajamas. Checking to make sure he was still wearing his old boxers, which he was, he sat up and looked around the rest of the room. There was a small table next to him with a glass of water and what looked like a bottle of pills. There was a closet across the wall from him; the bed was in the center of the back wall. To his left was the entrance door, to the right a small dresser. Other than that the room was bare except for the light above him. The room was actually quite large, like it was not made for being a bedroom. Where am I? he wondered, pulling back the covers. His feet touched slightly dusty wooden floors, obviously not polished wood either. He opened up the closet to find his sad excuse for clothes hanging inside, they were all ragged, and the jeans were bloody from when he had cut himself.

"Oh good, you're up now!" said a voice from the doorway. Lainan whirled around, surprised, and saw a girl a little older looking than him, but not taller, standing in the doorway. She had straight, light brown hair, light brown, bouncy eyes, and a posture of someone who seemed like they always had a secret that made them laugh at the rest of the world. "All right, come on, I need to take you to Jimmy. Let's go. Get your clothes on." She turned and walked out.

Fumbling in the closet, he changed into his dusty clothes and tried in vain to get the blood stain out with the water on the table. He lunged out the doorway in an awkward motion and tripped into another girl walking down the hallway. They collapsed in a pile.

Lainan felt himself being lifted up and off of the girl. When he could see clearly again, he saw her to be a shorter girl, probably younger than him, with pale brown, foggy eyes and wavy, shoulder length brown hair. He was entranced by the eyes before realizing that someone had picked him off of the girl, and was holding him by the shoulders. He turned his head to see who it was.

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

It was a guy this time, probably about twenty-something. He had brownish red, spiky short hair and dark blue eyes. He was quite tall, taller than Lainan even, and wore baggy jeans and a T-shirt with a certain hand symbol on it that was quite recognizable. The guy grinned and let him go. Lainan turned to fully face him, then looked back at the girl, and then to the guy again. Apparently the look on Lainan's face was funny enough for the girl to start laughing at, and the guy just shook his head and grinned. "Erm, sorry about that" Lainan said, stepping away a bit from them both.

The guy's face then got harder and angry looking. "I'll teach you to mess with Night" he said, pulling out a knife and lunging for Lainan. THE HELL? He though, stepping back and bumping into the girl again. The girl started cracking up and had to lean on his shoulder until she could calm down, not that he minded. The guy this time had stopped with the knife, and the same goofy grin had come back. "Oh cut it out Jimmy!" the girl said. She pushed off of Lainan and stood a bit behind Lainan. "Has anyone even told the guy what the 'ell is goin on?"

The guy who was apparently Jimmy shook his head. "Probably not" he said. "Raven needs to stop hanging out with Kakashi and get her ass over to me with news every once in a while. Follow me ya two."

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized

Lainan was standing there at the moment, a little bewildered. The girl pushed him from behind. "Come on" she said, "Lessgo!"

He followed the two down the hallway. The girl, who told him she was called Nighthawk, said that they were in an old school building that they'd redone to be a living space. They siphoned electricity from the company to keep it running, and took in the local kids.

They reached the end of the hallway. Jimmy pushed the door open to reveal what seemed to be an old cafeteria. There were several people mulling around, including the girl who had come to his room before. She was with another guy, sitting at one of the tables, ignoring everyone else while talking to him. I guess that's "Kamani" or whatever they called him Lainan thought, continuing to follow Jimmy and Nighthawk. They reached a table and motioned for him to sit down.

"Well, you probably wanna know what's goin on" Jimmy said to him. Lainan nodded. "Well, after that brilliant circus act you did, you know, jumping off the building and all, we performed our own little trick and caught you while you were coming down. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy. We had to track you through that whole city and figure out which building you were gonna ju-"

"You were following me!" Lainan shouted, standing up suddenly. A few kids turned to look as Jimmy pushed him back down into his seat. "You should be glad we did, I know a few gangs who would like to take a crack at a new kid in town. Here, calm down and have a cig." He tossed one to Lainan who ignored it for the moment, he was too mad to smoke. "I can take care of my own damn self!" he said, glaring at Jimmy, who just shook his head.

"Not with the police after you, Jesus" Jimmy said. If Lainan had had the cigarette in his mouth, he would've done a spittake with it. "That's right, I know who you are! There have been warrants for your arrest all over, without our boys you wouldn't have made it five steps into this city. We kept the police off your tail with our own tricks until you made it into here. Remember that guy outside the fence? He was one of ours."

Lainan sat silent for a moment, thinking. "So, what I want to ask you" Jimmy said, leaning in, "Mr. Jesus of Suburbia, is what the hell you did to make everyone so mad?"

Lainan looked at Nighthawk. "Dude, I'm like second in command 'ere" she said, rolling here eyes. Jimmy punched her slightly in the arm. "No you're not. But she's right" he said back to Lainan, "she can hear this."

For the next half hour, Lainan outlined what he had done to be wanted by the police, the whole planning and carrying out of the events. They both listened quietly, probably thinking about their own things while doing it. When Lainan finished, Jimmy sat back.

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!

"I guess they would be mad" he said. "Well, that's it then, you can stay here for a while. Maybe we can work something out, like this one" he said, grabbing Nighthawk by the collar, "in exchange for your trade secrets." She smacked his hand away when Jimmy winked at her. "I'm not your bitch" she said, pretending to be mad and getting up to stalk off. Jimmy pulled her back down again. "Not yet" he said, "We still have to introduce him to everyone."

Jimmy began pointing to people and naming them, telling what they did for the group. "That's Riku and Jack over there, they're in charge of surveillance. Raven and Kakashi-" It's Kakashi, gotta remember that "-take care of injuries and all that. And this is one of our spy girls, Nighthawk" he said, ruffling her hair. "You mess with her, Riku or Raven, and I'll pull your heart out and eat it" he said, glowering at Lainan a bit. Nighthawk smacked him on the head as the two aforementioned girls came over. Apparently Lainan stared at Riku for two long, something about her creeped him out. She noticed.

"New guy?" Riku asked, peering at him. "He's lanky. He looks more like a mop than a kid." Lainan glared at her, and she glared back. "Go to hell" she said. Raven was the one to end the staring contest this time, smacking her upside the head. "You have enough kids to hate, leave him alone" she said. "Oh Jimmy, you introduced everyone? What about our little friend Whatsername?" The three of them grinned darkly, as Nighthawk glared at them, this time a real glare. Lainan was puzzled. "What the hell are ya talking about?" he asked. Nighthawk tried to sneak away, but the three of them shoved her back into her seat.

"Nighthawk's nickname is Whatsername" Jimmy said. "She hates that name to death. Everyone always says that she's called that because you forget her name because you're staring into her entrancing eyes." Jimmy said the last part in a flowery, mocking voice, which made Nighthawk's cheeks turn red and the other two girls crack up. "Fuck off" she mumbled, getting up and stomping off. Lainan stood to try and go after her.

My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.

"Ignore 'er" Jimmy said, getting up. "She always gets pissy when we tease her. You should get some food and then rest. You look more tired than a guy whose been slamming someone for three days straight. Hey, it hasn't been Night, has it?" The two girls laughed again, and Lainan gave a slight chuckle. He could learn to like this crowd.

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!