Dark streets loomed with towering skyscrapers, the sound of heavy breathing was all you could hear. A pair of feet were running as fast as they could down the dark alleyway, shadows all around him. What is he to do?...What can be done?...Is he done for? All these questions popping into his head. Why now, when he was being chased down by unknown creatures? Still wondering with these questions in his head, the human soon found himself stopped by a dead end. This was it - this was the spot where he would meet his doom. This place is where he would meet his end - or will it be his destiny?
A new day has dawned in the city of New York. Busy streets were flocked by chatting citizens and fights breaking out all day long. Streets such as these weren't right for a young boy, a boy just ten years old. He was on his way to his school. He hated this place: he had no friends, and being bullied was no walk in the park either, and these bullies were in a Kung-Fu school. They would always pick on him and everything. But what can a ten year old boy do? He can't fight and by what his father always said, "Fights aren't always won by punching and kicking, they are won by using strategy".
This boy has light brown skin, and he wore a light blue colored t-shirt with a silver pocket, and light purple pants with blue flames on them. His hair was a dirty blonde color, and his eyes were a golden brown with a bit of light purple on his left eye, which was a strange color for an eye. Long bangs began to cover his eyes; as he brushed it back with his left hand, the boy sighed as he began to walk to his school. "I wish we didn't come here at all. There's nothing to do: no one to talk to, or even be friends with", the boy said to himself. He was indeed very lonely, but more so he wouldn't know this yet, but soon he will meet his long time hero.
Ok this is the first chapter of the story, I would like to thank my beta reader Raph's No1 Girl for helping me with this.
I'll add more chapters up soon.