Legacy Of The Doomed

Alexander Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton probably was the only person on the streets when the hurricane stroke Nevis. Most people had locked themselves into their houses and prayed for a happy end or had evacuated, but not Alex. He didn't even realize the dark clouds in the sky or the howling wind until it was too late.

But really, it wasn't his fault. He just had a small disagreement with one of the richer inhabitants of his home town about a book the nice man had given to him, or as he called it:  stolen from me, you dirty little rat! Alex felt like puking just at the thought of the man's fat, reddened face. Actually, the guy had dropped it right in front of Alex' feet, just before giving him a small smile. Okay, he might have imagined the last thing and he might have bumped into the man before he let the book go. Well at least that's what everyone including the cops thought. And it was better this way. In reality Alex hadn't done any of this. In reality he just had wanted for the book to get over to him and it did what he commanded, but that wasn't the point.

The point was, that this rich guy probably had enough money to buy another one! Unlike Alex who had to beg for every written on piece of paper! It just wasn't fair that everyone was grabbing for him, asking after his parents or yelling at him to return what he had stolen. When the man insulted him as a dirty little rat and even worse, a thief, Alex snapped.

And nobody wanted Alex to snap. Not only for the amount of insults coming out of his mouth in the speed of light or the long lecture following but the other, unexplainable things that were happening around him when he got angry.

For a brief moment everyone was too shocked by the tirade coming out of the teenagers mouth to realize these certain other things but it didn't last long until they broke out into loud screams of wonder and fear. The boy, this cursing, arguing boy in the heigh of a twelve year old suddenly seemed bigger. But not because of a sudden growth spurt but because his feet stood a few inches over the ground. He was flying.

Now, this wasn't new to Alex who often used this useful skill to get to things on shelves he was to small for. But for the people around him it seemed like sorcery. Alex didn't realize what he was doing, he was too caught up in his speech about unfairness to hear the screams.

The only thing he noticed was that no one listened to him so he spoke louder. A little too loud. All around him the people were pressing their hands to their ears.

"What's going on here?", somebody asked but he couldn't drown Alex' voice. "Hey! Are you doing this kiddo?"

Only when he discovered the person speaking to him to be a police officer Alex understood what a mess he was in.

"Shit", he sweared softly with the difference that his voice still had the volume of a megaphone making his words boom over the entire city.
Probably every person living there had looked up at the sky, wondering if god spoke to them and why the fuck his first word to humanity was shit. Okay, maybe Alex overacted but he always did. It was just his thing.

Everyone was staring at him, a girl his age even snapped a photo of him, white in the face and with mouth wide open. Seven pairs of eyes were pointed at him, two belonging to not particular nice looking police officers. No, he miscounted. There was another person lurking in the slowly longer getting shadows.

He wore a long, black cloak with a hood drawn deep in the face that only let show a small, knowing smile. A chill crept up Alex' neck making him shiver.

"I need you to come with us", a female police officer said, grabbing his arm.

Alex froze. Nobody ever touched him like this. Especially not at this spot. A different hand flashed up before his eyes. A different person holding him back, this time forcing him to stay behind. And all the things that happened after.  In short, Alexander panicked at the thought of the old memory.