Light it Up

This is literally just the prologue but here.

It had been years.

8 to be exact.

Ace had been on his own for 6 of them.

Hands burned from the matches he so often used. Eyes dull, and irritated due to passerby smoking whatever they could find as they tried to strike up a conversation with the lonely child. Hands and knees dirtied and scarred, as breaking a fall with them was not uncommon.

That is, until he met Jasper.

The other, after a bit of a skirmish resulting in injuries on both ends, took Ace in.

Another two years. Ace was 17, Jasper 19. They'd bonded, picking up habits, learning about each other, helping each other through life's problems.

Organized Chaos.

For a while, that is.