Febuary 16th, 2013: 9:31pm
A 13 year old boy walks down the sidewalk of New York, tall buildings, the sound of sirens, and rain pitter-pattering on the cement streets surround him. He walks through crowds of people running towards their cars or houses to avoid from the rain that's crashing down around them, until he notices a puddle on the side of street. He looks at his reflection, revealing a white haired, tired looking, skinny, short boy, with two different coloured eyes. He was always known for his distinctive grey right eye, and blue left eye, but now he's known as the "loser" at his school. He fixes his baggy, oversized grey hoodie, and continues walking, managing to get his black boots and the trim of his black jogging pants wet.
"Chase Hunter O'mere" he thought in his head, remembering all of the other names he has been called at school, anything but his real name. Chase turns the corner of the sidewalk, and runs over to a rough looking hotel, with an awning sticking out, covering the beige cemented sidewalk underneath. He sits against the mold covered building, and he closes his eyes, hoping to get an ounce of sleep.
February 17th, 2013: 8:46am
The sound of sirens close by invade Chases ears, waking him up from his deep sleep. He opens his eyes, only to see 6 officer cars speed by on the street in front of him. He stands up with a wheeze, and runs the opposite way, thinking that something dangerous may be happening in the area. Chase runs down the west sidewalk, with the sound of puddles splashing from last night under his feet, he begins to emerge into the more populated area of New York. Thousands of different noises and people surround him, taxi cabs driving by, people with shopping bags, and most importantly, sirens. The 13 year old boy pushes his way through the populated area of New York, tripping and tumbling over the hundreds of feet walking in the opposite direction. With the officer sirens getting closer, Chase runs into someone, and they both fall back, letting out a yell.
"Watch where you're going, will ya?!"
Yelled the stranger whom chase had run into.
Chase runs his head, letting out a low grumble of words in a response. "I'm sorry.."
The stranger stands up fast, grabbing chases wrist and running to a near by alleyway, to take cover from the approaching officers. Chase looks at the stranger, noticing his multiple cell numbers, presumably from jail, tattooed onto his left arm. The criminal puts his hand through his white hair, making it more visible to show
his red eyes, a vertical scar across his right eye, and a horizontal scar across his right cheek.
Chase backs up, realizing who this "stranger" is, and not wanting to accept the fact that he is standing face to face with a dangerous criminal.
"What're you looking at?" Asked the stranger in a snappy tone.
"Don't you remember me..?" Replied Chase, looking visibly distraught.
Chase made eye contact with the strikingly similar teenager, until he noticed something change within his eyes.
"Chase?" He asked.
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