The boy with a cross on his arm (Discontinued)

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A teenage boy rises from his prayer. He searches the room to see a boy a bit older then him in months, the boy had black hair along with black clothing to match.
The boy is deep in prayer, but he soon gets up due to the presence of being looked at. "Ellis, I don't like being stared at," the boy speaks in a bit of a timid voice. "I'm so sorry, Michael, I just wanted to alarm you I'm leaving," Ellis speaks, his blue eyes scatter the room in fear. "Well bye, I'll be seeing you whenever you come next," Michael says, his cyan eye gazing into the sorry soul of Ellis.
"Bye," Ellis says opening the doors. he pulls up his gray hood over his brown hair, "what a windy day," Ellis says to himself. "I would agree on that," a boy says leaning on a wall, "oh hey, Clyde," Ellis says, Clyde peers into Ellis' eyes with his grey ones. "We should get moving.
Ellis and Clyde walk into an apartment. They take the elevator, "you got the keys?" Clyde asks, "no, I thought you had them!" Ellis softly yells. Clyde pulls something out of his pocket, "oh hey, there it is," Clyde says proud of himself, "you really give me no hope," Ellis says actually slumping his upper half while leaning on the wall. The elevator stops, does that iconic jing, and opens.
They walk down the hall, and open their door. Ellis jumps right into his bed skydive style. Clyde goes to his room, and books it to his bed.
As the night goes by, Ellis and Clyde sleep. Ellis wakes up first, and gets dressed. He starts cooking, but stops when he looks at his left wrist. "Weird cross," He says feeling it, it looks like a tattoo but it was flat alined with the skin. He continues to the cooking, ignoring the weird sensation the cross gives. Clyde wakes up, and walks into the living room, and then just collapses onto the couch. "Mmmmmm," Clyde exhales, "here dude," Ellis hands him a plate of French toast. "What is-" Clyde pauses, "what is this," Clyde retries, "French toast," Ellis says, "why does it look so dang good," "I guess I'm a pro," Ellis slouches onto the couch.
"Hey so you know how there's that abandoned hospital." Clyde asks, "uhm, yea," Ellis responds. "You wanna go there?" Clyde asks, "that doesn't sound like a good idea," Ellis says, he turns his head to the tv, a gigantic hospital shows, "maybe they could fix the hospital," Ellis mutters but loud enough for Clyde to hear, "if it's for the people who need help but never get it due to the lack of rooms, I'll do it," Ellis says determined, "I mean come on, that hospital will save millions, and that might not be an overstatement," "so it's a yes?" Clyde asks, "definitely," Ellis says. They make their way to the abandoned site. They walk to the front. "Hello sirs-!" A reporter says getting cut off by Ellis yelping, "eep!" "-We would like to thank you, and ask why are you doing this?" "For the greater good," Ellis says determined, "for fun?" Clyde says, "well best of luck to you." The reporter says going back to their post. Once the two walk towards the entrance a fear chills up their spines. "Didn't think there would be reporters," Clyde says. The two turn around to see cameras pointing at them, and the sun is almost down. They open the rusty creaking doors. Which slam and shut instantly when they close.