The buildings that surrounded downtown were all run down or shady, and in some cases, both. The lighting was poor, and rumors of deaths and crimes seemed to add to the vibe of the area. Street fights were not uncommon, and consisted mainly of gang wars and/or robberies. It was usually quiet, as if some unspoken rule told everyone to be quiet, or else.
That night, however, the sounds of the city seemed to be completely drowned out by the yelling coming from one of the dimly lit streets. At least three voices.
A young boy, maybe 18, slid through the streets like a shadow, the type of caution brought on by years of practice. He stopped for a second to brush his dark brown spiked hair out of his amber eyes when he heard it. Adjusting his dark red jacket, he turned towards the alleyway where the noise was heard. The shadows just barely hid three tall figures and an elderly man, who despite being in some sort of danger, held a delicately designed teapot in his hand, and a matching cup in the other.
The boy jumped into the light, blocking the exit to the alley. "Hey! What do you think your doing harassing this guy? And- what exactly are you?"
The tallest of the three, his skin tinted a watery shade of blue, with greenish eyes, chuckled, a deep, throaty, sinister laugh that seemed to chill the air. The boy shivered slightly, never being one for the cold. The snake-like man lunged forward to fight, and the boy jumped backwards, dodging the attack and flipping him onto the ground by his wrist. The other two leaped forward, the boy bracing himself for attack, but the hit never came. He looked and saw that the three were out cold on the ground. The boy looked around and saw nothing but a steaming teapot, completely intact, on the ground on top of an envelope.
The boy opened it, and, setting the teapot gently on the ground beside him, read the small note that consisted of an address and a time and date. Confused, the boy picked up the envelope again and turned it over. In large red lettering, it read: KAI. Only one thought was racing through the boy's head as he shoved it all in his jacket pocket and ran towards the city.
Who the h*ll was that guy?... And how does he know my name?