The rain hammered down from the sky like the sky was raging as thick droplets of water fell hard and fast in torrents, hitting the ground with a thud and splash. It fell so hard that it seemed like the sky was trying empty all of the water in the saturated clouds at once without taking a break. The rain was of course accompanied by dark clouds and loud, flashing thunderbolts, further adding an ominous feeling to the atmosphere.
"Someone great had to have died today to make the heavens cry like this," a man said as he ran into a corner to shield himself from the rain. His clothes were drenched from the rain and he breathed hard as he was exhausted. 'I thought I could power through this goddamn rain with my ability but I guess being able to only control a limited range of wind isn't enough to pull through this. The rain is just too goddamn heavy. Walking alone is a struggle, talk more of maintaining my ability.'
He sighed as he lamented his predicament, wishing he could sit down right now but that would only make things worse. He tried using what little wind he could control to attempt to dry himself up as much as he could but that only made him colder, causing him to shiver slightly.
"Ahh," he sighed. "I really shouldn't have gone to work today."
He looked to his side and was stunned to find the legs of a person sticking out of the alleyway. It looked like the person was lying down on the floor.
'Who in their right mind would lay on the ground in such a heavy downpour,' he thought. His eyes widened as he blurted out loud. "Unless they are dead or dying!"
He hurried over to the alley and it seemed like his guess was right as he could find a young boy of no more than fourteen or fifteen laying unconsciously on the ground. All he could make out was the ash blond hair as the boy was laying face down on a garbage bag in the alley.
The man contemplated within himself whether it would be a good decision to help or not for a while as he just stood there. After a little deliberation, he decided that it was a waste of time to try helping at this point. The kid was out cold and he was sure he wasn't breathing anymore.
He shook his head after deliberating on his next course of action. He has decided to brave the storm and leave that place as soon as possible before someone sees him close to the body and misunderstands.
"Rest in peace, kid," he said as he walked away. "Maybe when you are reborn, make sure your parents are rich enough to make sure that you don't die such a cold and lonely death.
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About thirty minutes after the man left, the downpour has reduced by a little bit. Even though it was still quite heavy, it wasn't as much as the storm it was earlier.
The boy still laid in the alley with his face still on the trash bag and he was still unconscious. Seeing the lifeless body, a rat ran up to it and started nibbling at his fingers until the fingers twitched slightly. The sudden movement scared the rat away but he made no movements after that.
About five minutes later, the boy stirred. He rolled over onto his back, his face towards the sky as the rain washed his face. The rain had considerably died down to a drizzle by now which caused him to open his eyes. His eyes were a grey colour, resembling the cloudy skies above as he stared at them.
"Well, that was disgusting," he said casually as he lazily stood up from the ground.
He was considerably short, being just about 5'5 feet. His wet ash blond hair stuck to his face, covering his eyes as well. He was wearing a red shirt and grey pants and had a name tag clipped to his shirt with the name, Ian Yaeger written on it.
"It seems like this is becoming a little too frequent lately," Ian said as he brushed his hair off his face. "And I need to get a haircut."
He trudged away from the scene with no urgency, not even caring about the debris stuck to his hair and clothes.
With the rain becoming nothing more than a drizzle now, the street was becoming busy once more as shops which were closed because of the rain were now opened and people who hid away from the rain were beginning to come out of their hiding spots and make their way to their intended destinations.
Ian stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of these people with his clothes, the stains and debris on it and also on his hair. Everyone around avoided to avoid getting stained, but Ian didn't seem to mind it. It seemed almost normal for him to be avoided like this and he liked it because he didn't have to tell anyone to get out of his way as he walked through, they gave him space on their own accord.
"Did he faint again?" a random lady, who Ian didn't bother to confirm her identity asked.
"I think so," another random man replied. "I saw someone with hair like his in the alley just a block from here."
"He should be grateful that he wasn't trampled upon to death while people hid from the rain," another person chimed in.
This time Ian looked at the person who talked, a man even shorter than Ian, with greying hair and a curly moustache.
"What?" the man asked as Ian glared at him. He returned the glare with a scowl. "Get your scrawny ass away from my shop."
As he said that, he brought a metal ball from his apron and it slowly began to float from his palm. "Don't think that because you have no ability, I am going to go easy on you," he warned. "I could kill you right now and nobody will even notice that you are gone."
Ian glared at him for a few more seconds before continuing on his way slowly. He sighed as he trudged along because the man was right. No one would notice or care if he died at any time.