Are You INSANE?
AN: So… This fanfic is based somewhat off of the book The Girl Who Could Fly (I'm taking some things directly from the book)and I give credit to my friend, Rambunctious Guest, for letting me use her RP idea (and RP title, though I had a part in coming up with the title) in this!
DISCLAIMER: I own PoT *is struck by lightning for lying* ARG! I'm sorry! I do NOT own PoT! *looks around uneasily in case of more lightning*
EDIT: Took your advice, celtic27fionn, and yeah, I should try be more confident in myself...
Prologue: Powerless Prince
"Che, when are they going to get tired of chasing me around…? Sometimes… I just wish they weren't so damn persistent!"
A young boy swore under his breath as he ran, dark cloak billowing in the wind. His battered sneakers splashed up water with every step and broke the fine reflection of a full moon and starless sky in the puddles forming on the concrete. His breath came out in shallow gasps and his golden eyes desperately scanned the area for a place to hide. He wasn't going to last much longer and he knew that they were gaining on him. Good thing his cloak was waterproof.
Found you!
There it was! His beacon of hope! Well, not really a beacon. Actually, far from a beacon, but it was just what he needed to get away. He made a sharp turn into a dark alleyway, thankful that none of the pursuers were very good at tracking people and thankful that the murky alleyway had several exits, each providing him with a generous amount of escape options. A smirk replaced the original look of annoyance and desperation on his face as he made a right turn, weaving through a maze of crates and garbage heaps. His eyes darted from side to side, memorizing the path he had taken. It wouldn't do him much good if he got lost inside his hiding spot. Hopefully, this would last longer than the previous.
Panting, the boy had to slow down. If he kept going, he would collapse from exhaustion. He moved into a spot sheltered from the rain before slumping against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He inhaled deeply before exhaling, feeling his heart bang anxiously against his chest. He then pulled off his hood and shook his hair. Beads of rain and sweat were flung from the dark emerald hair. He was tired and needed rest, but he knew better than to rest here. He'd get sick, sleeping in these conditions. Better find somewhere to crash for the night then… But he had nowhere to go.
Ryoma sighed, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, as he trudged along, one hand on the rough brick wall for support.
When would those Insane kidnappers give up!? They were INSANE, talking both about their occupation and mental condition. Definitely Insane. Sent by the Institute of Normalcy, Stability, And Non-Exceptionality to capture him, the one successful escapee.
Ryoma was, put short, abnormal. He had been ostracized for it, bullied for it, called 'weak' for it, so when the INSANE promised him a cure to his abnormality, he and his parents were happy to comply to their terms and Ryoma was taken by them. He had been reluctant to admit it, but he was the happiest to comply. He had thought that he would be cured, but he was wrong. Very wrong.
However, he had been lucky, lucky to escape. Even now, as he tread through a pool of vile garbage, he felt better than he had with the INSANE, he felt freer than he had with them. He was a free bird. He had his wings and feathers and was out of his cage. His only thought was to fly free.
Sudden movement snapped him from his daze and he felt something slipping out from inside his pocket. His hand moved swiftly to protect the little money he had on himself as his bright eyes located the source of the attempted theft. A hobo sat on a cardboard box under the shelter of a balcony above him, looking at his pocket intensely. Ryoma pinned the hobo with a golden glare, anger flashing in his eyes. The hobo flinched and chuckled nervously before retreating from the gaze and turning to look away.
Ryoma sighed once more. Even that hobo had powers. Telekinesis, from what he could guess, one of the most common talents. Why couldn't he be normal? Why couldn't he have a talent like everyone else?!
Why did he have to be a Talentless?!
AN: Will continue if reviews are given! So please read and review!