Limited Story: The Rich and Poor

Chapter 2: Powers hurt

*OMG, finally did something with this. Yessssss. Well enjoy this one, I don't know how many more chapters will come*

~2 weeks later~

Liam walked out of the bakery store, a small box in his hands. He made his way back to his home with a twinkle in his eyes, the kind that would confuse someone or make them uneasy. But his body language told them otherwise as he practically skipped down to his little ally way 4 blocks down.

He turned into the narrow ally but stopped suddenly as a chill went down his back and he turned around quickly, eyes darting everywhere.

When no one suspicious was in sight, he shrugged and continued his way in.

Liam was having these chills for about a week now, paranoid that someone was watching him. But what confused him is that he sensed no one there... In the end he would always shrug it off but still felt uneasy.

Liam ducked under the little opening in a sloppy brick wall, and with a relaxed sigh, Liam crashed down into his old, torn cushioned chair. Happy to be off his feet, he swung a leg up over one arm rest and sunk down into his chair. It wasn't really comfortable, but it was as comfortable as it was going to get.

Liams eyes swept over his little makeshift home, thinking it was time to 'redecorate'.

A six foot tall and 7 foot wide brick wall separated Liam from the outside world, the whole wall built by himself. The only connection to the outside was through a small gap built by the end of the wall, served as a door. The roof was made out of scrap metals, all secured properly in place and checked several times for any possibilities for leaks. A thin mattress lied in the back right corner of the small space, a thin blanket sat on top of it, all scrunched up. Worn to the max, the little thing had stains all over, and it was torn around the edges. Needs to be replaced, Liam thought, thinking of all the trouble he went through to get the little thing. Next to the 'bed' on the left was a tiny drawer set. The two drawers carved with pretty designs that reminded Liam of the wind in the spring. Each held whatever food the young boy could manage to find, buy, or given from civilians. On top of the little drawer sat a little flash light that needed new batteries, a forest knife that his father gave him for Christmas when he was 10, and a small jewelry box that was given to him by his sister that contained all the money he could save up over the past three years. In the far left corner next to the drawer was the chair that Liam was currently sitting in now. Old, ripped and stained. Ready to be replaced as well. On the floor in the middle of the small pace was a big rug that took up most of the space on the floor, covering the hard pavement with its fuzzy wool. Liam recently got it, finding it in the dumpster outside a furniture store, apparently thrown away because the pattern was messed up. At the foot of the mattress sat a little battery powered radio, and Liam's most prized possession. A little ukulele. The small instrument used to be his grandfather's, the old man played it almost everyday in till he passed away, the uke going to Liam according to his will.

Sighing again, looking at the uke, Liam felt a knot in his chest, having to tear his eyes away from his treasure to release it. Liam stared at the small brown box in his hands intensely, a frown on his thin lips. With his long pale figures, he lifted the top off of the box and the strong smell of vanilla hit him hard, causing him to close his eyes for a second.

Opening his tealed purple eyes, he looked down into the thin cardboard box at its contents. It was a slice of cake. Vanilla with chocolate icing, just the way he liked it when he was younger. Not having cake in years gave Liam a moment to just close his eyes and breath in its delicious scent.

"Well, happy 17th birthday me..." he mumbled to himself, taking the plastic fork that was sitting next to the sweet batter into his hand and taking a little off the end. It was at his lips when a thought struck him hard. The last time I had this was when I got it on my 14th birthday, and 14 candles burned on top, all lit by mom...

A sudden punch hit Liam's brain as his mental wall came crashing down with the word 'mom'. The cake fell to the ground as Liam gripped his head hard bringing his knees to his chest tightly. The thoughts from the others walking on the street, driving cars, and in stores crashed into his head all at once. All of them so loud together it felt like a blow horn was pressed to his ear, his head throbbing with unbearable pain.

"I wonder what time it is...?" "I'M LATE I'M LATE I'M LATE!!!" "I wonder if he will like this one...? Nah, maybe this one." "I should head to the store on my way home from work, maybe get some candy for the kids." "I can't believe he finally asked me to marry him! We are going to have flowers and cake maybe even -" "Should I buy skim or two percent milk...?"

Liam groaned loud in pain as his head throbbed uncontrollably.

"What was that... it sounded awful. Did it come from that ally way...?" "Ugh, that kid is up to no good again, I should really reported this." "Is someone hurt? Nah, probably and animal."

Liam clutched his head harder with each throb, trying to keep a steady breathing routine in till he slowly started to concentrate on re-building the wall.

"WILL YOU STOP BARKING DOG!" "I'm hungry."
"Huh, that boys not out today, was going to give him a little something." "GOD DAMNIT ALL! I broke the heal of my shoe again... ugh back to the shoe maker."

Slowly but steadily, the mentally wall was slowly starting to form up again. Brick by brick, piece by piece.

"It sounds like someone is hurt back there... should I go check to see I'd they are ok?" "Need to get the kids to a day care, need to run the car down to the shop then -"

Then Liam mentally shoved the last piece into its spot and everything was quite... Looking down to the floor with exhausted and pained eyes, Liam examined the spilled cake, lowering his legs to the ground.

"Happy birthday indeed..."

~Meanwhile~

"What's happening? What does he have in his hand?" The blond girl asked, crouched down next the the black haired girl.

"I believe it's cake." The shorted brunette responded. "Maybe it's his birthday?" He responded.

They watched silently as he turned to walk into the ally, into the darkness, but he stopped suddenly and turned around. The dark haired boy sucked in a breath as they watched him look around. He was starting to know there presents.

A couple minutes passed of silence, then a loud groan could be clearly heard from his ally way. People stopped for a split second, some longer than others before they shrugged it off and continued on their way.

The girl took the binoculars down from her eyes and closed them, taking a deep breath she said, "It's time."