scarecrow of heaven

Chapter 1

Good, evil why do people always think good is good and bad is bad? It makes no sense... well at least to me. For example heroes and villains. How do you decide which one is good? let's say person A killed one person to save someone or something they cared about, but if person B kills person A to stop him from killing someone precious to them, then who is the villain, is it person A who wanted to protect something or is it person B who wanted to stop person A from killing someone precious to them? I'll give you a minute to think about it...

Well, the answer is simple neither are heroes or villains they are just human. You see when given a question like this, people often can not find an effective answer some say it depends on the situation, and don't get me wrong I know this is one specific situation but doesn't that excuse work the other way too?

There are rare cases where people or born superheroic and where people are born super evil, but those are rare and most people are born with a little bit of good and a little bit of evil, but what about the people that are neither good nor bad these cases are even rarer then being born good or evil because they can not be born they have to be made, and if they are born they will choose a side when they are older, but being made into a person in between means that you have experienced both sides and have chosen neither you decided to make your own.I bet you are wondering what this has to do with me, well that is because this is my tale as an in-between someone that has seen both sides of the coin and has chosen to be above both by making my own path.

"Huff huff huff fu- huff -ck" a boy no older than 8 with messy black hair panted as he ran into an alleyway.

"Ya damn brat get back here" a man yelled as he chased after the boy. As the boy heard this he looked around for a way to escape but found none. When the boy looked back to the entry of the alleyway he saw the man. "Fucking street rat ill show you why not to steal from my store again," the man said as he cracked his knuckles walking closer to the boy, making the boy back up on instinct.

Once the man got close enough they were already at the end of the alleyway where nobody could see. The boy dropped a bag when the man made a big right hook and the boy ducked and tried to tackle the man but the boy wasn't even tall enough to grab the guy's waist, let alone strong enough to move the man. The man just raised his fist and with one hit the boy making the boy fall to the ground. The boy immediately went to a fetal position once he hit the ground trying to protect himself. The man then stomped on the boy's side making the boy scream out in pain.

"Shut the fuck up brat," the man said as he kicked the kid in the gut making the boy gasp for air. The man then picked the boy up by his hair and looked the kid in the eyes. "Don't steal from me again street rat" the man said as he hit the boy in the head, knocking the kid out along with some of his teeth. The man proceeded to drop the boy and got the bag of stolen items then walked back to his shop. Whipping some of the blood off onto his apron.

10 hours later

"Hmm, fock *cough* *cough*" the boy coughed out a little blood as he woke up. The boy sat up against the alleyway even though his entire body said not to. "Fockong ozz hole (fucking ass hole)," the boy said through his broken teeth.

The boy sat there for a long time staring at the rainy night sky not daring to move just quite yet. Once the boy could move better he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a wallet. "Bumb ozz (dumb ass)," the boy said as he pulled out roughly 50,000 yen the boy just stared at the money it was extremely rare for anyone to carry more than 20,000 yen on them. 'Heh totally worth the beating' the kid thought as he slowly pushed himself up with the help of the wall. He then put the money back into the wallet pocketing it. And with every step, the boy had to fight the urge to scream from the pain.

After a couple of minutes, the boy arrived at another alleyway. He got on top of a box and then dragged his body on top of a dumpster then used the dumpster to get onto the fire escape, once on the fire escape the boy had to take a break because his head started to hurt, it hurt before but it keeps getting worse it started to feel like it was on fire along with the pain from before. 'I need to make it back before I pass out' the boy thought, once again he pushed himself up climbing up the fire escape. Once he was on the roof he made his way toward the shipping container there was a hole in the side and a make-shift door covering it. When the boy opened the door he passed out unable to contain the pain.

( yo me again I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and um yea let me know if you like it )