Limited Story: The Rich and Poor

Chapter 1: A Trick up my Sleeve

The land of Menesue used to be just like any normal country. Buildings and skyscrapers stood tall and people roamed the streets. Some busy, heading for work, and some begging for their next meal. Liam was among the beggars, though he wasn’t begging.

                Liam sat on a dumpster, hands folded on his lap, silently kicking his feet. He wore a black turtleneck hoodie, faded and ripped denim jeans, but his feet were bare and dirty. That’s what he wore every day, the only set of clothes he had left, heck, he was even lucky he had underwear.

                A black beanie covered his spot cut blond hair and it also covered his ripped right ear that was still healing from a fight with a dog a couple week ago. His eyes were big and an unnatural tealish purple color, and his skin was pale and thin.

                Liam was very skinny from the lack of food, and his clothes hung off of his frame, his jeans sagged off of him and his belt wouldn’t tighten anymore than it could.

                Liam’s stomach growled but he ignored it and waited patiently for the right moment. He scratched the back of his neck and sent out ties to people walking his way.

                Liam always new he was different from the other people. It was the reason he got kicked out of his house and also saved his twin sister Corral from his fate. Liam could read minds. Corral and Liam found out when they played those stupid ‘guess what I’m thinking!’ games when they were younger, and she flipped and told their mother. He got tested several times after that and he was normal, but by the time he turned 14, she kicked him out of the house. But one thing he discovered that he never told a living soul was that he could also read and change peoples emotions.

                The first part was easy and he practiced it over the years, sending the tie. Sending the tie was kind of like growing an extra arm out of his chest, an arm that could stretch and bend at will, invisible to the human eye. Liam can stretch it out to where ever he wants and it attaches to the person he aims for. The persons emotions then stream though the arm like a hose running water, and it fills Liam with different temperatures set to different emotions. Example, happy was warm, excited was hot, sad was damp, scared was freezing, angry was cold, and calm felt like a calm summer breeze.

                Liam’s ties attached to their victims and their emotions flooded him. Hot, cold, calm, excreta came though to him. One of his victims were approaching his dumpster and he kept his tie strong as he hopped down and brushed himself off.

                His victim approached him and Liam gave off his best smile. “Hello, sir.” Liam said, rearranging his victim’s feelings from angry and agitated to happy and generous.

                Changing their emotions was a lot harder than sending out a tie and reading them. It was like running a maze, running the right way to get to the center where the right emotion was, then plugging it in like an outlet. But there was always a consequence. It drains your energy like hell.

                Liam’s tie ran though his victim, and he found happy and generous deep within him, and he plugged it in.

                The victims face became more calm looking after a second rather than it’s previous stubborn form. Liam began to walk next to the rich gentleman he tied as the victim said, “Hello, young fellow. A little young to be out on the streets, now are you? How old are you, my boy?”

                The man was walking fast and Liam was trying his best to keep up in his exhausted state. “Yes, sir. I’m sixteen, sir.” Liam replied. The victim nodded his head and they stopped at a walking light. “Yes, yes. You must be hungry, “ he said, fishing out his wallet.

                “Yes, sir.” Liam replied as his stomach growled again.

                “Here you go then, my boy,” he said, blindly handing Liam a dollar bill. “Thank you, sir.” Liam said excepting it. It was a 50!

                “Now if you’ll excuse me,” the victim said, lifting his fedora to Liam and walking across the street.  He turned halfway and gave a little wave towards Liam, and Liam waved back, smile planted on his face. Hi plan worked once again, Liam thought as he mad his way to his ally way next to the dumpster. Soon, he’ll have enough money to buy a train ticket to get the hell out of Menesue, and start a new life….

~Meanwhile~

                “What’s he doing? What’s taking him so long?” a young boy with dark brown hair stubbornly whispered. A young girl with curly blond hair sighed on the ground, playing with a caterpillar on a leaf, “He does it every time, you should know that by now. Waits for the victim and WAP!” she whispered a little to loudly and the young girl with black long hair holding the binoculars hissed at her, “Will you guys be quiet, he’s moving.” The group crouched next to her as she said those words and got silent eminently.

                They watched him bounce off his dumpster from behind the bushes they were hiding in and he was wiping himself off as the boy with dark brown exclaimed, “Give me the binoculars boss! I wanna see!”

                “SHHHH!!!” The four of them said at once. The black haired girl rolled her dark eyes at him and continued to look though the binoculars silently.

They’ve been watching this boy for several months now, after going though records of strange ‘incidents’ that happened over the area, trying to find a perfect recruit to finish their master plan that they’ve been working on for years, before it was to late.

Just as the boy and a wealthy man were walking down the side walk, someone spoke up suddenly. “Ugh,” a young boy with short brown hair and glasses groaned, “He does the same thing over an over again. I don’t see anything special in him. Boss? You sure you got the right guy?”

The dark hair girl nodded as he turned back, walking away with the money the man just gave him. “Yes.” She replied as he disappeared around the corner into his little ally way. She looked back down the street to se the man suddenly stop and turn around, a confused look on his face, which quickly turned red with anger and he stopped around the corner and out of view.

The young girl smirked, looking at the ally way once again and lowered her binoculars. “Yes, he is the one…”

*Hey guys, this is a stressed story and I will tell you now, there will be more of these in the future. This might only be a couple chapters, or if you leave a comment about if you like it or not, I could maybe continue with it. Take it easy guys.

                                                                                                                ~DixieKat*