Looking up at him, the man stared with wide eyes as blood rushed loudly in his ears to the beat of his heart. His gaze wavered, flickering down to the man who now lay face down against the rough asphalt ground; a brick splattered with blood next to his head while a gun lay just a few feet shy of the body.
A bullet resting at the feet of the would-be victim.
Fifteen, almost sixteen, Pippin just wanted to make his way through life which has proven to be a difficult task; his biggest dream is to forget ll his worries.
With powers he feels are freakish, a mother who he described to be the best in the world, a step-father who neglects the emotional needs of others and a spoilt older brother who does nothing but bully him, one of his only wishes is for him to be able to say one thing truthfully;
"I'm fine."