This is a different setting altogether than what I have written/read. I love all the nations, whether I make them good guys or bad guys. The characters aren't nations, but humans in this story. But can you guess what kind of world they live in? (Please give me an honest, constructive comment. I really want to improve the story in any way possible.)
Chapter 1
Alfred ran down the back alleys from the punks that were trying to beat in the face in with baseball bats and old fence posts. He knew that going to school was always a bad idea. But apparently, today was going to be even worse.
"Come back here you piece of shit!"
He desperately swerved through the backstreets, looking for a way to get out of danger. One wrong turn sent him down a dead end. But he was ready to jump the fence blocking his way as the yells got closer. He moved his satchel to the side, ran up to the fence, climbed and jumped over. Smooth.
"Come and get me if you can, idiots!" Alfred grinned, eyes on the fence as he kept running. "You're all a bunch of mor-"
His stomach caved in as it came in contact with what felt like a rock. As he fell to the ground, Alfred could see Sadiq glare at him, the guy's fist blackened over with ore.
Alfred tried to get back on his feet, but Sadiq's boot struck his chest and pushed him back down.
"Alfred. I thought you were going to get me my items."
"Oh. Hi. Sadiq."
"Where are my items, boy?"
"Ya know. We are just a few years apart." Alfred didn't move, fear crept in. "No need to call me boy."
Sadiq's health bar popped up above his head at the same time Alfred felt his own become visible.
"W-wait. There's no need to go this far. Right? I have your items right here." He nodded towards his satchel. "Let me get them for you."
Sadiq let up on Alfred's chest, but his health bar was still visible. Alfred slowly stood up, stumbling a bit. Keeping his eyes on Sadiq, whose own eyes were shifting between Alfred's face and satchel. He started to rummage through his bag, making sure to not flip open the top. He waited for an opening, slightly inching away as slowly as he could.
Sadiq looked at his face. Then the satchel.
Face.
Satchel.
Face.
Satchel.
Face.
Satchel-
Alfred spun around, running as fast as his feet would take him. Sadiq yelled.
Another hit to Alfred's stomach. This time from a larger man, who grabbed him before he could fall.
Sadiq ran up, accompanied by his other lackeys.
Alfred grinned. "Oh come on guys. Can't take a joke."
This time Sadiq's power bar sprung up. Before Alfred could notice the twinge of his own bar, he was barraged by two powerful fists. Blood spurted from his mouth. He could feel his energy and health depleting. He heard whooping and hollering from Sadiq's men. Alfred knew he was going to die.
Damn. So much for getting away seamlessly.
But then it stopped.
He looked up, seeing the men run away. The large man who held him suddenly let go. He dropped to the ground, curling up.
When the noises of the gang faded, Alfred heard one set of footsteps thump towards him. He prayed it wasn't a cop. Prayed it wasn't an even bigger thug. And prayed it wasn't-
"And what the hell do you think you're doing out here, boy?"
-his teacher.
