The One
Prologue
The child walked around with a confused and worried face. He was ten years old and had been walking for
sometime, in fact, he had walked for so long he was lost, and no one offered to help him. He had been
playing in front of his apartment building, when he had thought he saw one of his friends. He called out,
and had run after to catch up, only to find that the person was gone. He had wandered farther and farther,
until he realized that the sun was going down and that he was somewhere where he had never being before.
"Where am I?" the child wondered aloud with a hint of fear in his voice. Not a person near him paid him
any mind; he wasn't their responsibility. The child continued to walk into an alleyway. It was dark and he
couldn't see far down the alley, the sun had finally set, casting darkness everywhere.
"Well, well, well. What have we here Jim? A little boy all lost and needing some help perhaps?" a tall man
said from the darkness.
"Maybe he came here to help us?" the man named Jim said with a hint of humor. "Bob, why don't we roll
the little bastard and leave him for the bums?"
The boy recoiled at the man's harsh sounding voice and started to back away, only to bump into another
man, this one was overweight but was strong. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder's and said "Where you
going kid? We just want your money and anything worth selling off ya. What's that yer holdin?" the big
man said. "Hey looky here boys! This squirt's got nice looking watch on him."
The three men laughed as they advanced on the scared and shaking child. He wanted to be back at home,
safe with his mother. The man named Bob was reaching for the child when a blue light appeared behind
them, and quickly enlarged to a huge circle of blue light. Suddenly, a man with spiked red air, a woman
with long blonde hair, and another man with a flashy blue shirt came out of the portal.
"It's happening exactly like the last time." The man in the blue shirt said.
"Don't worry, we'll stop it this time." The woman said in a soothing voice.
"I don't know who the hell you weirdo's are, but we found this kid and he's ours!" the big man snarled.
"Shut your mouth you fat piece of crap! I've waiting a long time for this!" the man in the blue shirt snarled
back. "You gave me this," he said pointing to a nasty looking scar across his cheek from his jaw line to his
ear, "now I'm gonna get you back for it!"
The big man grabbed the child and produced a knife from his pocket, holding it to the child's face. "One
move and I cut this little bastard, ya hear?!" he yelled.
"Do it, and you don't live to see the next day." The man with the red hair replied coldly, drawing what
appeared to be a slightly curved sword.
"I said, don't try anything! Maybe this will convince you!" the big man yelled as he sliced the child's cheek
from the jaw line to the ear. The child screamed in pain and fear, but the man in blue quickly jumped at the
big man, knocking the child to the wall and the big man to the ground.
"You shouldn't have done that faggot!" the big man yelled as he landed a roundhouse to the man in blue's
ribs. He barely moved as he brought back his fist and smashed it into the big man's face, knocking him out
cold. He got off him to find the other two men on the ground, one dead, and the other cowering in front of
the woman, begging for his life. She quickly smashed her foot into his face, knocking him out.
"Gotta help the kid, give me something to stop the bleeding!" he said as the woman handed him a cloth and
he approached the child. "Don't worry, your safe." He said as the boy passed out. The man took off his
blue shirt and wrapped it around the child. "Hope the three-heads bring him luck too." He muttered under
his breath and lifted the child up and started to walk away, his companions behind him. He walked straight
to the boy's house, like he knew where it was, and knocked on the door, leaving the child on the doorstep
to be found by his mother and taken to the hospital. He smiled, he hadn't stopped the scar, but he had
shown the bastards in the alley something. They walked back to the alley, and disappeared into another
circle of blue light. The men who had tried to mug the child lay in pools of blood for someone to find.
Prologue
The child walked around with a confused and worried face. He was ten years old and had been walking for
sometime, in fact, he had walked for so long he was lost, and no one offered to help him. He had been
playing in front of his apartment building, when he had thought he saw one of his friends. He called out,
and had run after to catch up, only to find that the person was gone. He had wandered farther and farther,
until he realized that the sun was going down and that he was somewhere where he had never being before.
"Where am I?" the child wondered aloud with a hint of fear in his voice. Not a person near him paid him
any mind; he wasn't their responsibility. The child continued to walk into an alleyway. It was dark and he
couldn't see far down the alley, the sun had finally set, casting darkness everywhere.
"Well, well, well. What have we here Jim? A little boy all lost and needing some help perhaps?" a tall man
said from the darkness.
"Maybe he came here to help us?" the man named Jim said with a hint of humor. "Bob, why don't we roll
the little bastard and leave him for the bums?"
The boy recoiled at the man's harsh sounding voice and started to back away, only to bump into another
man, this one was overweight but was strong. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder's and said "Where you
going kid? We just want your money and anything worth selling off ya. What's that yer holdin?" the big
man said. "Hey looky here boys! This squirt's got nice looking watch on him."
The three men laughed as they advanced on the scared and shaking child. He wanted to be back at home,
safe with his mother. The man named Bob was reaching for the child when a blue light appeared behind
them, and quickly enlarged to a huge circle of blue light. Suddenly, a man with spiked red air, a woman
with long blonde hair, and another man with a flashy blue shirt came out of the portal.
"It's happening exactly like the last time." The man in the blue shirt said.
"Don't worry, we'll stop it this time." The woman said in a soothing voice.
"I don't know who the hell you weirdo's are, but we found this kid and he's ours!" the big man snarled.
"Shut your mouth you fat piece of crap! I've waiting a long time for this!" the man in the blue shirt snarled
back. "You gave me this," he said pointing to a nasty looking scar across his cheek from his jaw line to his
ear, "now I'm gonna get you back for it!"
The big man grabbed the child and produced a knife from his pocket, holding it to the child's face. "One
move and I cut this little bastard, ya hear?!" he yelled.
"Do it, and you don't live to see the next day." The man with the red hair replied coldly, drawing what
appeared to be a slightly curved sword.
"I said, don't try anything! Maybe this will convince you!" the big man yelled as he sliced the child's cheek
from the jaw line to the ear. The child screamed in pain and fear, but the man in blue quickly jumped at the
big man, knocking the child to the wall and the big man to the ground.
"You shouldn't have done that faggot!" the big man yelled as he landed a roundhouse to the man in blue's
ribs. He barely moved as he brought back his fist and smashed it into the big man's face, knocking him out
cold. He got off him to find the other two men on the ground, one dead, and the other cowering in front of
the woman, begging for his life. She quickly smashed her foot into his face, knocking him out.
"Gotta help the kid, give me something to stop the bleeding!" he said as the woman handed him a cloth and
he approached the child. "Don't worry, your safe." He said as the boy passed out. The man took off his
blue shirt and wrapped it around the child. "Hope the three-heads bring him luck too." He muttered under
his breath and lifted the child up and started to walk away, his companions behind him. He walked straight
to the boy's house, like he knew where it was, and knocked on the door, leaving the child on the doorstep
to be found by his mother and taken to the hospital. He smiled, he hadn't stopped the scar, but he had
shown the bastards in the alley something. They walked back to the alley, and disappeared into another
circle of blue light. The men who had tried to mug the child lay in pools of blood for someone to find.
