Yeah,this is my first story, so if it sucks, too bad.
Prologue
"RUN!!! Don't let them catch you!!!!!" my mother screamed. She was holding off what looked like half the AAO and blasting them with bursts of Alice. I stared as electricity crackled from the sky, shooting bolts at random agents. Fire roared and formed a wall dividing the enemy into 2 sections, and mini tornadoes sucked up men in black suits. My eyes widened as I realized how much damage my mother could actually cause.
"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!" Yuka yelled again as she took out 2 agents using physical strength and no alices. Hearing her, I forced my 8-year old body to sprint full speed down an alley, away from the battle, my mother, and everything I had ever known.
Exhausted, I collapsed from running. I had taken so many winding turns that I no longer had any idea how to get back home. I sat down and leaned against a grimy brick wall, trying to get some energy back.
I felt the presence of the AAO before they came. My mother had trained me in using both my alices and my body to fight. I had inherited the nullification alice from my dad, and the stealing alice from my mom. Right now, the stealing alice was a secret between my mom and I, but she gave me permission to use it if necessary. Anything to prevent from being caught by the AAO, or the GA. She didn't want me to take sides. She wanted me to have a normal life, without missions and killing. Too bad that both organizations wanted my mom and I to join, and weren't above using force.
The AAO rounded the last corner, only to find me ready and waiting. I started out just punching and kicking, and nullifying any alices they had. None of then needed to know about my secret trump card. However, I was only an 8 year old, against 20 or so full grown men. I managed to take out 4, but then one of them caught a hold onto my arm, and then pulled me into a headlock. When I didn't stop struggling, they got impatient and smashed an elbow into my head.
Suddenly, his arm loosened around my neck. I could dimly make out a figure wearing an elegant masquerade mask standing at the end of the alley, sending icicles towards the AAO. I slumped out the ground, barely able to wonder who had saved me. My last realization, before I lost consciousness, was that the AAO had gotten past my mother, who was the type of person to do something or die trying. If they had gotten past her, she was almost certainly dead.
And then, I gave up my hold on consciousness and slipped into darkness.
