Darkness slowly covered the bright sky which indicated the night as though some sort of signal as people stopped their businesses and calmly headed back home.
Along a street, a boy could be seen running, he had pitch black curly hair, deep ocean blue eyes and a symmetrical shaped facing indicating that he was quite handsome for his age, he wore black long sleeved shirt which had been patched multiple times, a trouser which was dirty brown with some traces of white which indicated that ut had been white before, a pair of shoes that has been worn out for a long timr and might fall at any time, and he also had a pair of gloves on his hands which was the only thing that looked somewhat neat on him.
The boy ran at an average speed while dodging and jumping over obstacles on hid way, he bumped into abd sometimes manuevered around some bystanders who cursed at him, but the boy didn't really care, he kept on running with all he had with only the thought of escaping his assaultants. The boy made a shape turn into an alley and hid behind a dumpster that was overflowing with dirt and refuse with a dense pungent smell. The boy ignored the odour of the dumpster and paid attention to the street he had come from. The sound of people running could be heard and the boy retracted his head to avoid being seen by his assaultants.
The sound of people running slowly died down as they moved further and further away from the alleyway untill they could not be heard. The boy decided to cautiously remain behind the dumpster to ensure his assaultants had really gone.
A white slash appeared in the sky as though someone used a scissors to tear open a piece of fabric. Out from this cut in the sky a fireball the size of a fist flew out. The boy who was hiding behind the dumpster and checking if it was safe to come out was unaware of the fireball approaching him from his blindspot. But still as though the boy had eyes behind his head, he rolled sideways on the ground and avoided the fireball. The fireball completely missed its target and landed on the inanimate dumpster turning half of it to ash. A man walked out of the portal, he wore a grey sleevless shirt, a black trouser and he had a bald head. The man landed in the alleyway and looked at the boy and smiled making his already wrinkled face to squueze some more.
The boy who was crouching on the floor suddenly jumped and landed on the remaining half of the dumpster in front of him. On the spot where he was once standing, a cyan green coloured wind blade smashed into the ground creating a small cleft in the ground that was atleast two meters long. At the entrance of the alley stood a man who was around his thirties, he wore a simple buttoned shirt and a black jean trouser, he had green hair and dark eyes.
"he also dodged that....?" the young man in his thirties said. "hahahaha...what did i tell you Davis the kid can see into the future, he dodged both of our sneak attacks which could have easily killed some people" the bald headed man said while laughing.
"I don't really care what his powers are lets just get this over with fast, I have things to do" Davis saidas he walked into the alley and a cyan green wind blew around him on a circular manner and a ball made of cyan green ball slowly appeared in his hands.
"Agreed..." bright yellow red flames slowly appeared round the bald headed man and a ball of flames appeared in his hands, the two then immediately threw the two colourful balls at the boy. The boy on the other hand didn't do anything, he just remained theree squatting a little on the dumpster while the two attacks flew towards him and as they were only an arms length from reaching the boy, the both collided into each other and nullified each other.
"hahahahaha...what a bunch of fools you guys can't even co-ordinate an attack together, so this is how useless the duke's hench men are" the boy was laughing at the top of his lungs as though he has seen the funniest thing on earth.
"you bastard...philip see what you have done" Davis called out angrily while looking the bald man. "Huh me....don't blame for your mistake boy" Philip said in a somewhat aggrieved voice. The two then started argueing with each other forgetting the boy who was busy laughing and enjoying the show.
BOOM
There was a large explosion and the boy who was on the dumpster was sebt flying and crashed into a nearby wall. Davis and Philip who had been argueing abruptly stopped and looked at the entrance of the alley. "Mr. Dick...." the both of them exclaimed into a low toned voice, the man had blue well oiled up hair combeb to the side, he wore a purple long sleeved shirt, a somewhat pinkish-purple trouser with a red wesscoat, a pair of sharp blue eyes which seemed to be scrutinising everything it looked at, an oval face and a pointed nose.
He walked past the two men who were starring at him with awe, respect and fear in their eyes.
The man walked up to the boy, who was on the trying to get up but couldn't because of the amount of pain he was feeling. The man squatted beside the boy reached out his right hand into the boys pocket and took out a pouch which was jingling, he then stood turned around and walked towards the exit of the alley. Before he walked out he gave one order to the two men who hadn't moved a single bit since his arrival "finish him" The two men then finally turned their attention towards the boy who was now geting up from the ground slowly while leaning against the wall.
"sorry kid it seems like its your unlucky day for Mr. Dick to just patrol this section of the streets today" Philip said as bright yellow red flames slowly gathered around him. "Yah the first son of the duke...well sorry kid" Davis added as he wild cyan green wind blew around him.
The two of them then attacked the boy together at the same time but this time around they seemed more in sync than last time which might be because of Mr. Dick being nearby.
The boy layed on the floor as the two men continued attacking him, he could hear his bones cracking from each attack and blood spilling out from his mouth he looked at the street ahead hoping that atleast some would some and help but reality was cruel, people just kept on walking pasr the alley even though they wanted to help they couldn't because no one wanted to be on bad side of the duke. A smile then bloomed on the boy's face, he sighed as he said to hiself.
'This is the forsaken realm where the worst of the worst stay, those without powers and those whose powers aren't considered useful stay here, how and why would anyone bother to help, but no matter what am going to leave this place one day' these were the last words the boy said to hiself before he faded into the abyss of darkness.