You should never drink underage (Apex)

Jake had just had a very confusing encounter with an agent of sorts, one that planned on taking him back to some headquarters. But that wasn't the most confusing and concerning part, he said Jake was under arrest for the murder of his parents. As far as he knew they were alive when he left home......if the man was correct in the fact they were dead, he was being framed for the murder of his loved ones. He refused to believe it until he saw the bodies, but one thing was for certain, someone had it out for him. He searched the internet with his mind for hours, finding all kinds of news stories regarding the incident. Headlines claiming he had something wrong with him and that he snapped, this was unreal.

He ended up finding the crime scene photos of the bodies.......they were horrible, as soon as he saw it he dropped to the ground in hysterics. Tears poured from his face as he sobbed up against the wall of an ally. He thought about turning himself in, but he would have to admit to killing his family, he could never do that. They were making him out to be a monster, whoever they were.

Finally he got up from the dirty ground, brushing himself off and wiping his face. He had stopped crying, but he was far from alright. He looked horrible, almost sick. He wanted to block it all out and rest, but he couldn't even begin to stop thinking of it. It was late at night, and raining. He was soaked from head to toe. He knew he should get a hotel, but that would likely get him caught. Though he had slept on his house roof before, it wasn't all that bad.

He got an idea, one most would think was not a very good one. He saw a liquor store across the street, he hesitated for a second but decided to go to it. Despite his age, he was quite the drinker. He had stopped a few mouths ago because he nearly died of alcohol poisoning, but this was a better time then any to start again. He pulled his soaking wet hoodie over his head before walking inside, the doors bell ringing as he did. This drew the attention of the clerk, who was in the back. He walked out and to his surprise found Jake standing in his store. He was clearly underage, so he gave him a warning.

"Get out of here kid, you look about 12." He said with a faint chuckle, gesturing toward the door. Jake looked at him with a blank stare, ignoring his words as he turned around grabbing two bottles of whiskey. The clerk naturally ran around the counter trying to stop him, but Jake had already disappeared. He rode phone signals out of the store, across the street, and onto an apartment roof. The clerk had no idea what happened, but merely went back to business as he could really do nothing. Jake stood on the building, looking at his loot. He propped himself up on the roofs ledge, opening the first bottle and taking a long swig.

Jake sat taking gulp after gulp of the harsh liquid, and he was already feeling its effects. He likely had a real alcohol problem, though that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He felt the numbness wash over him as he drank, the feelings of grief for his parents swiftly being buried by his drunkenness.

The rain poured down even harder, turning his already wet clothes into heaps of heavy soaked cotton. The sky was pitch black, the only form of light on the roof was a distant lamp on the opposite ledge of the building. He nearly zoned out completely, but the voice of someone a bit older then him caught his attention. The light barely gave Jake an outline of the male, but he knew despite his height he was likely in his mid twenties. He said something about being high up, and made a comment about getting plastered. He considered the mans actions, what could he want?

"Um...well, ivv....i've never been afraid of heights." He said half drunk as he struggled to pull himself to his feet. He managed to get himself propped up on some kind of air conditioning unit nearby. He was obviously pretty drunk at this point, which was surprising considering he just got the bottles of booze not three or four minutes ago. He stumbled slightly with every move he made, yet one could see he was trying to hide it.

Once he propped himself up on the unit he let out a loud involuntary laugh, even he didn't know exactly why, but it probably had something to do with the males shortness. He took another swig of the whiskey in his hand, holding the other unopened bottle in his soaked hoodie front pocket.

"So...whadda want?" Jake said slightly slurring his words, his mind pretty unclear as to what exactly was happening.

Jake could hear the male say some more stuff about heights and falling or whatever, but it was mostly ignored. He listened as much as any drunk person could to the last part of what he said, which was something about helping him. Jake had heard enough of that for a life time, people always trying to 'Help'. Usually that either meant they wanted to give him meds, or they wanted to take him somewhere. All Jake wanted to do right now was listen to music and get drunk, and this guy was sort of interrupting that. Normally he probably would have ran off as this person was suspicious, but alcohol tended to make him trusting and less reactionary.

"Help? Hahaha, well, maybe you can give me the details while i finish this drink." The boy said in a mixed tone holding up what he called a 'drink' but was actually the better part of a bottle. He ended up slightly slipping on the wet concrete, though he did quite successfully make it look as if he was merely sitting down up against the air conditioner. A few seconds of awkward silence filled the air before Jake finally broke it.

"Your with those people aren't you?" Jake said simply, almost sad and much quieter then before. He knew that if this guy was indeed involved with the agent guy from before he would know exactly what he was talking about, though if he wasn't it would probably sound like drunk ramblings.

Well, Jake had his answer, yet he didn't run. The man he was talking to kept his cool, so that was likely the reason. Jake did act less skittish intoxicated though. He knew he would need to get away from this guy eventually or go with him. However this was an opportunity, he hadn't got the chance to talk with one of these people yet. Maybe he could actually get some answers.

"I didn't kill anyone." Jake said simply. He knew that it wouldn't convince the man he was innocent, but he felt the need to claim his non guilt.

"Especially not my parents." He added with a few tears building up in his eyes. The guy was trying to play good cop, Jake could see that. But what happened when he went with him? He would probably go to jail, or worse. He couldn't do that, no matter how much the male sugar coated it. He took a few more swigs from his bottle, eying the man as he did. At this point he was totally shit faced.

Jake listened to what the man was saying, he didn't seem to care to much for the people he claimed to be loosely affiliated with. The man asked to sit and talk, which was sort of what they were already doing. Maybe he just wanted Jake to talk, considering he had said very little this whole time.

"My side....." Jake said slightly slurring his words. He moved a bit closer to the man after taking another gulp of the harsh drink in his bottle.

"Well, i don't know where to begin...... I got these powers one night, or maybe i always had them, but they showed up this one night. My parents freaked out, they called some people insisting they wanted to 'help' me. It wasn't like anything changed, i was still their son yet they looked like they didn't want to touch me with a ten foot pole......Being the way i am, i ran. Or, whatever it is i do when i disappear. I left and next thing ya know some dude is arresting me for my parents murder. I'm just......i'm just scared ok. Terrified of myself and what will happen if i come with you or any other agent guy trying to 'help' me. I don't know what happened to my parents, i wish i did. I don't know who could have done it, but i assumed the agents or whatever they are chasing me did it." Jake said with a drunk tone to his voice. He slurred every third word or so and looked like he was about to pass out. He didn't care though, it was the first time he had relaxed in weeks. To him nothing else mattered right now other then the bottle in his hand and the night sky.

A big decision dropped on Jake's shoulders. The fact that he was barely coherent was most definitely influencing his choice in the matter. It was difficult for a sober person to think about let alone someone as drunk as Jake. Should he go with the man and potentially be thrown in a cage, or run and deal with whatever they threw at him next? Tough as it was he knew what he had to do. To get any answers he had to take a leap of faith.

"...Alright.....I'll come with you. Just, no cuffs or anything..." He said quietly. He hoped it his choice wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass, but he did trust the mans words. People would most likely just point fingers for the first few days in custody, but he hoped he would be able to make them believe him like he did with this man. He stood up as best he could, but failed before he even got to a crouching position. All that liquor had caught up with him, he could never really drink a lot without getting plastered because he was so damn skinny. It was clear this kid would need some help.

Grabbing the offered hand Jake pulled himself to his feet, leaving the mostly empty bottle behind. He was using the shorter male as a sort of walker at this point. He had figured that because of his stature the man wouldn't do to well in the whole support thing, however he seemed to be completely rooted to the ground like a rock. This dude was strong for a little guy.

"Well...you'll be happy to know that even if i wanted to....i couldn't run very far." He said jokingly with a drunk grin on his face.

(I think that sums it up. Nice thread.)