In this story, children have powers. This may seem fun, but it really isn't.
A small girl with short blonde hair , pale skin, and bright green eyes looked around the room she was in. Her clothes look torn and ragged. The faint sparkle of the silver fabric glimmering ever so slightly in the light. All she saw were the digusting, moldy, blackened walls, the rotting wooden door, and the rusty chains around her wrists. "Amy... Amy, darling, I'm coming in." A voice called from behind the door. As the door opened, a lady , who has her hair in a bun, walked in, a crazed look on her face. " Amy, are you going to give me your powers today?" The lady asked. " No! Not to you, mom!" Amy responded, without hesitation. As Amy said this, she realized one of the shadow behind her mother had begun to move. The shadow seemed to lift an arm as it got close to her mother. "Amy, you will-" The mother was cut off by the shadow hitting her in the head with a pipe. Amy looked at the shadow, fear evident on her face. The shadow seemed to notice this and stepped into the light cautiously, as to not scare the child. The man who stepped out of the shadow had pale skin and long black hair that reached past his shoulders. His clothes seemed to be a self made black coat with a pattern glimmering with violet and gold. He had bright blue eyes that had a fatherly look behind them. The man seemed well built as well. "Are you alright, kid?" The man asked. "You aren't gonna take my powers, are you?" Amy asked the man, obviously afraid of him. "No, why should I? Children don't deserve that." The man told her before continuing. " Besides, I was in your place once. I know how horrible adults can be. Now. Let's get those chains off." As he said this, he moved closer to the young girl. Amy would tense up as she saw him getting closer. 'Will he kill me and try to get my power?' Amy thought, fearing what would happen. The man reached into his pocket, seemily to look for something. "Could have sworn I had a key..." The man mumbled . " Oh well. I'll just use my power then." The man grabbed the chains in each hand. As he held them, the chains began to melt. As amy watched, she began to think about the man. ' This guy can't be more than two hundred then! So he probably did go through something like I did.. But... Who helped him?' Amy thought, a confused expression evident on her face. The man noticed that she was distracted and gently nudged her. " The chains are meltes... Now let's move before other adults find us! " The man took her gand and ran out of the house, the girl closely behind.