Fall of Hope

Prolouge

This world is certainly an odd thing.

The boy ran through the heavy crowd in the side walk in an increasing pace, he was panting; his eyes were a solid grey that seemed deathly scared. He moved through the crowd in an almost graceful style as he never collided with any of the various people, he seemed to move on perfect instinct as he ducked, slid, and simply moved at the perfect space.

Why is that people are pitted against unbeatable challenges and other are not? Why is it that there are people that are superior against others? 

He finally got past the heavy crowd of moving people and began running to the alley, the alley immediately hampered the suns bright light, it became darker, the alley was deep and he immediately took cover behind the dumpster in the thin alleyway as he kneeled and touched his short, black, messy hair. His breathing never came down to a normal level; it kept a certain yet pressured rhythm.

People can be so weak yet they face an unbeatable challenge...

That's when he heard the footsteps. The boy looked up; the ladder above him was thin yet probably heavy he analyzed.

The eight year old boy stood up from his kneeling position behind the trash container and sprung up forward, the alleyway was too thin, but his body was small and quick. He ran at the man in front of him; he was a normal-looking man yet his eyes were blue and filled with anger, his face red from running and chasing; at the sight of the black messy hair of the eight-year old boy, the man charged at forward, his hands put in front of him, ready to pounce over the smaller boy.

...but people faced with challenges aren't always destined be weak.

The eight year old also moved forward yet not with the energy of his older and larger counterpart, the man threw a wild punch and the kid easily moved around his right, the man turned to face the boy and he attempted to sweep the boy of his feet with his right leg.

But the boy jumped to the right, dodging the leg and moving back from where he had sprung out from. The man moved forward, now his eyes attempting to predict the boy's next move. But the boy went first, he went beneath the man's open legs and moved behind him, the man turned in surprise but the kid had already jumped on top of the dumpster which was on his left.

The man kept moving his head and body to find the kid but the length of his movement made him only move his head to search for the boy. The older man found the boy who stood in the dumpster which was now at the man's own height due to the support of the dumpster; the boy's gray eyes were dull, matching the man's dull blue eyes.

But some people have...unique abilities...

For a moment, the man was frozen as a cold aura went through his body. The boy moved his right hand forward, the man immediately backed away in reaction. The man could hear the horns of the busy city and people going on with their normal lives. And he could also hear the sound of crackling fire.

In the boys hand.

The man was surprised, he backed away immediately in shock as he stood and simply blinked. The boy smiled slyly, a smirk truly, as if he had won a long game. He raised his hand which was surrounded by fire and lifted it up; he pointed his index finger in the air. The man felt a sudden dread as he felt the urge to look up.

His mind was racing; he couldn't comprehend the fact that the boy's hands were on fire. The powerful urge of raising his head simultaneously got to him. His eyes analyzed the main fact. The ladder. The thin ladder reached high, about four stories high. And then it began to collapse. It was only a fraction of the ladder that began to fall off though. But the fraction must have weighed twenty pounds.

Unique abilities that can range from an unknown anomaly to pure brilliance; which are talents that allowed them to naturally be superior.

The fraction of the ladder fell down with speed. The man was frozen. Maybe it was the fire in boy's hand, maybe it was the areas in the wall where there was a boiled red, as if he had been burning that for it to fall. Or maybe it was the odd dread that had come over him. The fraction of the ladder perfectly fell on the man; the force shook the man to his knees and he fell.

It is amusing when the predator advances; knowing he will catch his prey...but sometimes, the prey is tricked to believe they are the predator.

The boy looked at the man at top of the dumpster, his gray dull eyes seemed sympathetic, he was now frowning; with his left hand the eight year old massaged his forehead, and his right hand still had the crackling fire. He observed the fallen man, whose head was bleeding -and broken according to his calculations- had the heavy object fallen against his body he may have still be conscious; the man's eye were closed, yet his hands in a a manner of shock; and fear.

An odd fear. The boy now frowned even more than before if such thing is possible. What kind of fear did he sense? It intrigued the eight year old. But he immediately snapped out of the state of thought. He looked deeper at the alleyway then his head snapped to where he had entered it.

The boy observed the man lying in front of him once more. His gray eyes analyzing his body, his face, his mind raced on what the man thought like; what the man believed was justice; his family; his friends. The eight year old closed his eyes; he leaped out of the dumpster which he had stood on.

His hands no longer crackled with fire as he ran out of the alleyway, his face was thinking. Thinking of the fear the man had when the fraction of the ladder fell off. His eyebrows furrowed; what was the fear the man had? He was curious as he exited the alleyway, with a sense of wanting to get away. He was hoping nobody would have seen him, and nobody did.

But he had been seen.

A woman stood sitting on top of the buildings. Her legs had been dangling as she had seen what had happened. Her hair was white, her eyes a dangerous red; her hair was pitch black. She seemed no older than twenty, no younger than eighteen. She had a smile in her face as the eight year old left.

"Hmm...he killed the man..." she said to herself as she stood up, her face had a small smile, as if impressed. "Yet I bet the boy himself doesn't know what he did...I wonder if he'll survive..." she began walking in the roof and her head turned to the air. "He could be useful...if he survives..."

She smiled. "Yes...he'll be useful..."