The Power Within
Chapter 1: The Shadow in the Sewers
New York City, a city filled with mystery and wonders, but also it had a dark side to it. When Night filled the streets with its blanket of darkness, the whole city seemed to hide horrendous mysteries. What was in the dark alleyways? What horrors did it hold for the residents of the city? The City of New York held just as many fascinations as it did horrors. Who were the 'green creatures' that had been appearing, and helping out the city's residents? Who were these mysterious creatures, and how come hardly anyone got anything more than a slight glimpse of them? Who where they? And why were they here? No one knew the answer to that, maybe they had been sent from god himself in order to protect us? Maybe they were sent here in order to corrupt our lives? Who knew, but for whatever reason they were put here, many kept silent, but they were thankful for their presences. These 'green creatures' were soon to be more helpful than what anyone could imagine..
In was a foggy night, the moon hanging in the sky, and its rays glazing the landscape in a beautiful white light, spreading its essence into some of the darker regions of the city. The city bustled with its normal routine, but people made a point to dodge the darker regions of the city. But, beneath the city, in the darker recesses of the New York, a body moved through the cold, damp sewer. It was a small; moving swiftly through the many passages that lay in the net working of the sewer. Within the shards of light that came through the cracks, it could be seen that the child looked no older than ten, standing only about four feet, his small build accompanied his small size. His attire consisted of a pair of green and black tennis shoes, a pair of dark blue jean shorts, a blue shirt, which was tucked in, with a gray over shirt. He stopped momentarily, placing a hand on the slimily wall. He drew his hand back, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight, as he took his hand, wiping it on his shorts. He breathed heavily, sweat crossing his brow, his forest green eyes sparkling in the light. He turned his head quickly, so he could look behind him; his whole body was now in the light, his hair color being showed off. It was a sandy blonde color, which seemed to glow a little lighter in the moon's rays. The sound of thick army boots made a sound as a figure turned around the corner. It stepped into a patch of light that was just a little ahead of the child's, a smirk crossing his features. The man stood about six feet, five inches, muscular physique topped off his impressive physical appearance. He wore an open vest, which showed the scars on his chest, along with his black vest, he wore a pair of green army paints, and a pair of nicely shined black boots. He soon spoke, his voice deep, and strong, and also with a dominating feature.
"Alright, Kid." He said, smiling, "it's time you went back to your aunty, wanty. She paid me a lot of money to get your ass back to her. And, I won't have some little, whiny ass little bastard child making me loose out on $3,000. Now, you have the option of coming over to me NOW, and I won't beat the living hell out of you. If you run, and I catch you again, you'll be sorry you EVER ran from me.." He lifted his hand, placing them together, cracking them with an evil stare. The young child stepped back, fear spreading against his features. He couldn't let him catch him.he just couldn't. He didn't want to go back, he didn't want to live through the horror of her again. So, with his fear of his words suppressed, he did a one hundred and eighty degree turn, sprinting off down the sewer tunnel again.
He stood shocked for a moment. Damn that kid!! This was going to be more arduous than he had thought, and he was getting aggravated. He sighed with frustration, taking off into a sprint after him.
The young child turned his ahead around, breathing heavily, his feet slinging water up into the air as he sprinted off. He was tiring fast, and his stomach was hurting, he hadn't eaten in a long time, and he was hungry. He hopped he would loose this guy soon, and with turning his head back, he took off toward the right. In his delusion, he had ran down a dead end sewer path. He lowered his head; he knew he had been caught, but he wouldn't go without a fight, or a struggle at least. The man rounded the corner, stopping as he looked at what a pleasant surprise this was. The boy had made a bad mistake, and in doing so had made his job a little simpler.
"Heh.Thanks a lot kid. You've just made my job easier, now I can get my money, and on my way. You've done a good job at avoiding me for all of this time, but your luck has just ran out." He stepped forward, placing his hands up a little.
"S.sta.stay away!!" The boy yelled, fear and sadness crossing his features. He placed his back against the wall, his body shaking in Fear.
"Stay AWAY! I WILL NOT GO BACK WITH YOU!!" The man moved closer, and closer to him. His fate was now sealed. He would go back into the clutches of his aunt, only to suffer the pains that he had suffered before. He thought, that, for a moment, he could escape from her being forever. But, fate was cruel; it was now going to send him back to the one place he most dreaded.
The man entered into range, taking his large hand, and grabbing the child forcefully by his arm, snatching him toward him. The child struggled in his grasp, his legs and arms flailing around, hopping to come into contact with something. He soon kicked the man between his legs, causing the man to gasp out, tighting his clutch around the boy's arm.
"Let me GO!!" the boy screamed, struggling to get free from his grasp. The man gave him a low glare, his voice rough and angry.
"You little son of a bitch!! You'll PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" He screamed, taking his fist, and slamming it into the boy's stomach. The boy screamed out in pain, dropping to his knees. With a mighty growl of anger, the man took his fist, jabbing it into the child's face. The boy screamed, his eyes rolling in the back of his head before falling face forward onto the cold cement. The last thing the boy remembered was the intense pain that rushed through his body, before everything went blank. Fate was now in the hands of someone else, and by the look of things, nothing could save him from going back to the dark place he dreaded..
To Be Continued..
Chapter 1: The Shadow in the Sewers
New York City, a city filled with mystery and wonders, but also it had a dark side to it. When Night filled the streets with its blanket of darkness, the whole city seemed to hide horrendous mysteries. What was in the dark alleyways? What horrors did it hold for the residents of the city? The City of New York held just as many fascinations as it did horrors. Who were the 'green creatures' that had been appearing, and helping out the city's residents? Who were these mysterious creatures, and how come hardly anyone got anything more than a slight glimpse of them? Who where they? And why were they here? No one knew the answer to that, maybe they had been sent from god himself in order to protect us? Maybe they were sent here in order to corrupt our lives? Who knew, but for whatever reason they were put here, many kept silent, but they were thankful for their presences. These 'green creatures' were soon to be more helpful than what anyone could imagine..
In was a foggy night, the moon hanging in the sky, and its rays glazing the landscape in a beautiful white light, spreading its essence into some of the darker regions of the city. The city bustled with its normal routine, but people made a point to dodge the darker regions of the city. But, beneath the city, in the darker recesses of the New York, a body moved through the cold, damp sewer. It was a small; moving swiftly through the many passages that lay in the net working of the sewer. Within the shards of light that came through the cracks, it could be seen that the child looked no older than ten, standing only about four feet, his small build accompanied his small size. His attire consisted of a pair of green and black tennis shoes, a pair of dark blue jean shorts, a blue shirt, which was tucked in, with a gray over shirt. He stopped momentarily, placing a hand on the slimily wall. He drew his hand back, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight, as he took his hand, wiping it on his shorts. He breathed heavily, sweat crossing his brow, his forest green eyes sparkling in the light. He turned his head quickly, so he could look behind him; his whole body was now in the light, his hair color being showed off. It was a sandy blonde color, which seemed to glow a little lighter in the moon's rays. The sound of thick army boots made a sound as a figure turned around the corner. It stepped into a patch of light that was just a little ahead of the child's, a smirk crossing his features. The man stood about six feet, five inches, muscular physique topped off his impressive physical appearance. He wore an open vest, which showed the scars on his chest, along with his black vest, he wore a pair of green army paints, and a pair of nicely shined black boots. He soon spoke, his voice deep, and strong, and also with a dominating feature.
"Alright, Kid." He said, smiling, "it's time you went back to your aunty, wanty. She paid me a lot of money to get your ass back to her. And, I won't have some little, whiny ass little bastard child making me loose out on $3,000. Now, you have the option of coming over to me NOW, and I won't beat the living hell out of you. If you run, and I catch you again, you'll be sorry you EVER ran from me.." He lifted his hand, placing them together, cracking them with an evil stare. The young child stepped back, fear spreading against his features. He couldn't let him catch him.he just couldn't. He didn't want to go back, he didn't want to live through the horror of her again. So, with his fear of his words suppressed, he did a one hundred and eighty degree turn, sprinting off down the sewer tunnel again.
He stood shocked for a moment. Damn that kid!! This was going to be more arduous than he had thought, and he was getting aggravated. He sighed with frustration, taking off into a sprint after him.
The young child turned his ahead around, breathing heavily, his feet slinging water up into the air as he sprinted off. He was tiring fast, and his stomach was hurting, he hadn't eaten in a long time, and he was hungry. He hopped he would loose this guy soon, and with turning his head back, he took off toward the right. In his delusion, he had ran down a dead end sewer path. He lowered his head; he knew he had been caught, but he wouldn't go without a fight, or a struggle at least. The man rounded the corner, stopping as he looked at what a pleasant surprise this was. The boy had made a bad mistake, and in doing so had made his job a little simpler.
"Heh.Thanks a lot kid. You've just made my job easier, now I can get my money, and on my way. You've done a good job at avoiding me for all of this time, but your luck has just ran out." He stepped forward, placing his hands up a little.
"S.sta.stay away!!" The boy yelled, fear and sadness crossing his features. He placed his back against the wall, his body shaking in Fear.
"Stay AWAY! I WILL NOT GO BACK WITH YOU!!" The man moved closer, and closer to him. His fate was now sealed. He would go back into the clutches of his aunt, only to suffer the pains that he had suffered before. He thought, that, for a moment, he could escape from her being forever. But, fate was cruel; it was now going to send him back to the one place he most dreaded.
The man entered into range, taking his large hand, and grabbing the child forcefully by his arm, snatching him toward him. The child struggled in his grasp, his legs and arms flailing around, hopping to come into contact with something. He soon kicked the man between his legs, causing the man to gasp out, tighting his clutch around the boy's arm.
"Let me GO!!" the boy screamed, struggling to get free from his grasp. The man gave him a low glare, his voice rough and angry.
"You little son of a bitch!! You'll PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" He screamed, taking his fist, and slamming it into the boy's stomach. The boy screamed out in pain, dropping to his knees. With a mighty growl of anger, the man took his fist, jabbing it into the child's face. The boy screamed, his eyes rolling in the back of his head before falling face forward onto the cold cement. The last thing the boy remembered was the intense pain that rushed through his body, before everything went blank. Fate was now in the hands of someone else, and by the look of things, nothing could save him from going back to the dark place he dreaded..
To Be Continued..