"How did you know?"
"It's simple, your words sounded sus!"
". . ."
"Are you fucking kidding me, that's your excuse?!"
The boy said angrily, but such vulgar words and the boy's angry face only made him look cute, in such a way that women would want to pinch his cheeks.
"Nope, when you were in the ditch just now, your responses sounded quite sus."
"You're hopeless, there's no need talking sense with you, just dieee!"
The little boy said angrily, making him look cuter. The knife that seemed to be stopped by an invisible force, shot forward faster than before, leaving only a black trail of light behind it.
"Sigh, such a cute little boy, there's no doubt that you would be vied for by plenty of women, such a pity you died early and your skin became a mask for this fellow."
The red-eyed youth pushed out his middle finger a little bit and black energy, invisible to the human eye appeared from his fingers. Oddly enough, there were two people who could see it, the little boy who currently fought with the youth and the so-called sister of the boy.
The invisible black energy entered the boy's dagger blade to the hilt, and to the boy's body. The moment it reached the body, the boy convulsed violently and fell to the ground, limbs twitching. The boy's limbs twitched several more times but stopped after a while; He was dead.
The crowd upon seeing that the boy was dead, thought in their heads. They left the vicinity with various thoughts in their heads.
'Fuck, the rumours are so nerfed, this guy only pointed out his middle finger and that child died!'
'Even killing a poor child.'
'Such a wicked man.'
Thee thoughts ran through their heads at the same time, and the red-eyed youth knew precisely what they thought but couldn't care less.
His face was scrunched into a frown, so much so that his cigarette fell out and he didn't realize it. He looked towards his surroundings and saw the corpse of the 'young boy' dissolving. Now lying in that space was the body of an old man.
"Hmph, petty tricks."
The youth says walking away after picking up the black dagger. It was only then that he remembered the little girl who called for help. He looked behind to give some empty words of encouragement, but she was nowhere to be found?
The youth shrugged strangely, but he still couldn't be bothered with caring about her disappearance. Most likely because he knew she was hiding from him.
The red-eyed youth tore out a good chunk out of his clothes and waves it around.
"Little girl, when you come out, here's this rag, use it to clean yourself up."
He says yelling towards the air like a crazy person after setting the piece of cloth down.
. . .
After a while of walking, he finally reached his destination. The apartment in the worst parts of the slums couldn't be any cruddier, but it was still where he lived.
He fished inside his pockets for his keys, he just couldn't seem to find them. Minutes later, he emptied his pockets but still couldn't find anything.
He sat down dejectedly for an hour, before looking at the keyhole again, the key that he searched far and wide for appeared on the keyhole.
He mockingly laughed at his forgetfulness.
"I'm still as forgetful as always," He completely forgot that he left the key there.
He turned the key and entered the house, and this time around made sure that the key was in his pocket.
The youth picked out the box of cigarettes from his pocket and brought a cigarette out, he also fished the lighter out and casually lit the cigarette, just as he was about to go sit down on the windowsill and watch the rats and snakes fight, he heard the knocking of his door.
"Kek, who's bothering me."
He seemed quite angry as he walked over to open the door. An unexpected sight met him as he opened the door, it was the little girl from earlier. She seemed cleaner than before, so it was evident that she used the piece of his cloth to clean herself a bit.
"Eh? Little girl, what do you want?"
"I want mister to teach me how to bring out black light from my hands."
The youth's eyes contracted rapidly, an ordinary person should not be able to see the black energy that came out of his finger in the previous battle, that is of course if they've not been exposed to supernatural events that gave them the ability to see and use the energies.
"Little girl come in fast."
He exclaims pulling her into the apartment swiftly.
"Tell me, what is your name, your motive and how you can see the energy!"
The little girl shook in her boots, visibly frightened, seeing this, the red-eyed youth sighed, the person who he questioned most probably didn't know either.
He sighed in frustration and sat on the windowsill, the girl still shook for a while more in the corner before finally speaking again.
"M-my name is Nyx."
"Hmm, good name."
"A few weeks ago it happened, I began to see strange things, strands of light all over the place. It hurt my eye. When that happened, I could also hide in shadows and see at night."
The little girls spoke freely, unafraid that this man would think her crazy. But the youth was only staring wide-eyed. It proved his theory. This girl had encountered an Ancient One, she most probably helped the Ancient One, and that being, in turn, gave the girl their powers.
But the real question here was, "Who are the Ancient Ones and why do they possess such powers?"
This was the question that Nyx asked the moment she heard of the youth's vivid description of the Ancient Ones, tales of them being able to dance in volcanos, breathe out fire or spew out water, the tales were endless.
There were too many questions to be asked, but unlucky for you, there will be a wait before those questions can be answered.