In Dark Nights

Chapter 1:Encounter

He was walking down his street to his house,with mearly his backpack on his back and his hands in the pockets of his jeans to keep them out of the friged of the New York weather. His brown soft hair sat aloft his head and hardly dropped down to his brow line. He made large strides to his house,never attempting to take in the air around him or the suburban veiw. His mind was far off,set in his room,or back in time when great rulers invaded countries. Drifting from one historical and political thought to the next,fantizing of how he would have handle a situation if it had been him to make a decision. Yet as his feet slowly carved a path to his welcome mat of his house,the day dreaming faded,as well as the cold air and like every other day he opened the door, and walked into his house. Mundane. Day in and out. He went to school,spent time with people he didn't care for,say in classes that didn't teach him enough,and acted as if this is what he expected and wanted in life. Yet he craved more. Anthony knew he could do more,and all through his words could he do this. When he was born,he was granted a silver tounge,and a natural nac for acting. He breathed deception,lived for the challenge it brought him every day.
He sat down and proceeded to do his homework,as prescribed by the state of New York. As if their standards are what he wanted or needed. The brown eyed boy quickly flipped through his pages and messily scrawed down his answers,finding it to easy. After and hour had passed he relaxed on his bed simplyl gazing out of the window. Allowing the dim sun,shine through and cast apon his face.A part of his mind spoke to him."You know day dreaming can only do so much in the way of keeping you content Anthony." And it was right. You see,for the past few weeks Anthony has been using his Xbox as a creative outlet. Making Machinmas and posting them on YouTube. A place where he can not only create his fantasies but he can share them and make people laugh. Sure it wasn't like he was famous,..but an audince is an audience.
But even that wouldn't sustain his mind. Somtimes he could think about walking the dark alleys a and streets of the busking city, He wasn't a street kid,he was a Italian middle classer who didn't have to worry about if he was going to eat dinner, but the life didn't suit him. He grabed his hoodie and headed out of his house. Drawn by a strange urge he didn't know what but he followed it.
Once again one foot in front of the other,heading deeper and deeper into the city,dark and dark,the sunlight faded. Soon he relized that he had lost himself,walking down brick alleys. Passing by the homeless,and beggers and junkies. He could see there sick skin and pale faces,in kept and in groomed. Three men huddled around a trashcan set alight while they hovered their hands over it. Their minds gone,and Anthony thought his might as well of been.Nothing but his own Bordem had brought him out tonight,yet it felt so right,so far away from what was mundane.
Then as he turned the corner of the next alley way he felt dread,true dread,and with it...endorhpins. An arm had wrapped around his kneck and a blade to it as well. The cold steel burned. He thought this might happen,he brought a spring assisted knife in his pocket,yet it wouldn't have done him any good here,if he twitched it was over as soon as if pasted a Corotic. Then I'm his ear whispered the softest of British acents."Your money or your life" and to think he was being mugged by a Girl. Even though this could have been the end of his life,or the lost of the twenty dollar bill he had. He smiled,a smile so wide he thought as if she could see it. Nothing could be more perfect,just as a planned formed in his head. His mouth opened,"Let me make you an offer"