"It's cold," a light built red haired boy complained as the snow was blown into the shelter he shared with his brother. His blue eyes reflected the cold moon light.
"It's always cold Jess. Look at us, scraping out a life on the streets of this place wile the workers and nobles all live in warn houses with everything you could ever want, and don't get me started on the hunters," his brother scoffed. With long black hair pulled into a pony tail and a cold blue eyes the older boy looked out of the shelter. "One day, Jess, I'll get us out of here. Mom and Dad started, I'll finish for them," The muscular boy muttered. Looking at Jess he took off his torn jacket and handed it to him, "Put it on, you'll freeze."
"What about you Jay? You're the one who gets sick all the time, you need it," Jess protested shoving the jacket back at Jay.
"I'm fine. I don't need it more than you. Just do what I say," Jay insisted.
"But Jay, You'll ..." Jess tried to protest again.
"I said put it on, now put it on!!!" Jay yelled.
Jess slipped the jacket on as Jay settled down. Jay quickly fell asleep. Seeing his chance Jess covered Jay with the jacket and settled himself shivering. Slowly his eyes closed.
Jay opened his eyes slowly. pushing himself into the sitting position his jacket fell to the floor beside him. He looked at it for a moment, than suddenly jumped up and touched his brother who lay near by. He was cold, Jay stared in horror. Now his hole family had been killed by the hard lives street runners faced. He pulled on his jacket and went through Jess's pockets. In the world of street runners nothing went to wast. He found a red collar that was in almost new condition. Jess must have raided a nobles garbage to find that, but what use was it? Jay was just about to leave, but something told him to take the collar. He reached back and grabbed it before slipping away from the shelter never to come back.
