Chapter One
What the F#%?
Will was tired. Running from this police did that to you. Will was 14 years old. He was relatively tall, 5'9, 145 lbs, olive skin, black hair, and scarlet eyes. He was also a wanted felon. After sprinting down an alleyway, he found a saleable wall. After reaching the top of the building, he figured that he lost them. Whoopdedoo. Another thrilling escape. Fourth time this week.
He scolded himself for allowing himself to get caught stealing food again. Idiot. What if they actually catch you?
No one would hire an orphaned, 14 year old felon, so Will had to steal. He didn't have a problem with stealing, or incapacitating, or even injuring. But what Will did have a problem with, was killing.
Will's mother had died giving birth to him, and his father left her just as fast. He had been admitted to an orphanage, and learned to read and write there. He could do so much more than his classmates at any given time at any given thing, except unquestioningly follow directions. He always asked why, and how, and when. His superiors resented him for that. He was walking down the hall one day, when the school bully attacked him and taunted him. Will couldn't take this guy anymore, but before he could do anything, there was a flash of white light, and the bully was lying dead on top of him. He didn't do anything, but that wasn't what the adults thought. And so, he ran. He's been living on the streets of New York ever since. He taught himself to fight, to climb, and to run, and all of which, when he was performing them, he was indistinguishable from a black-blur. He had perfected a stare that would make even the hardest, most vicious gang members turn to jelly.
Will walked around on the rooftop. Great. where am I? He took his map out of his sling-backpack. Manhattan. I suppose that will have to do. I should make for the Empire State Building. Will was wearing a black sweatshirt with brass buttons instead of a zipper, black jeans, grey hiking boots, and a grey shirt. As he was running across the rooftops, the teenager stopped and noticed that the police were still chasing him.
For God's sake guys, give it a rest! I'm just a kid! go munch on some donuts or something!
Will, for whatever reason, never got physically tired from running. Sure, he was sleepy by the end of the day, but he never felt fatigued from physical exercises. He ran and ran, and eventually had to jump onto someone's car to get down from the building.
"Sorry!" He shouted.
Will was losing the police, and ran into the E.S. Building.
The elevator attendant paled when she saw Will. She shakily pulled a key with the Olympian Omega symbol in it.
"Here's the key to the 600th floor! Please, don't call your father! I don't want to die!"
What is she talking about? How does she know my father?
Will gave up there, and left. The police completely surrounded the building. He went back in.
"Just give me the 50th floor, please." He said to the attendant. She obliged.
He ran into the elevator, just before the police got to him. Upon arrival at the 50th floor, helicopters surrounded him.
REALLY?
They loosed their chain guns on him, breaking the window. He noticed that the occupants of the Helicopter didn't look quite normal. One had horns, and another had green skin.
"Surrender or DIE!" They shouted at him. He ran back to the elevator and selected the top of the building. Helicopters awaited him there too. He groaned.
The teenager looked down at the east river, wondering if he could make it.
No, it's suicide. But I'm not going to surrender, and it would certainly be painless.
He made up his mind.
He jumped.