Hey guys! Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Sad to say, but this was supposed to be longer. Unfortunately i put myself on a 2 week time frame. Long story short, chapters should be updated at least every 2 weeks. Well enough of that, onto the Fiction. ENJOY!

-Present time

The city is quite the spectacle this evening. All the citizens are out with their beloveds and families enjoying the last two weeks of the summer vacation. The annual fireworks display is going off without a hitch and everything is running smoothly.

Downtown by the park, a squad car is posted keeping their eyes open. Inside the vehicle is an older gentleman roughly in his 40's. He raises a steamy cup to his bushy moustache and blows softy on the hot liquid. Glancing at his wrist, where a dingy silver watch rests checking the time for a brief moment before taking a sip, ponders about the higher-ups position in giving him a rookie partner to train. The chief had never given him a partner in his fifteen years of service, but there is always a first time for everything he supposed.

Next to him was a young man with a solemn look to his features. He was around a youthful age of 17, but was very well built for his age. His jet black hair was slicked back with just enough left in the front to rest gently against the right half of his face. He bore a black t-shirt that fit him well as it detailed his toned chest, and baggy denim jeans slightly tattered at the knees. The senior officer stared at his protege gaze outside the vehicle while fiddling with small steel balls in his left hand. He took a sip of his drink and broke the silence that was between them. "Kid, you've been playing with your balls for hours now. Something on your mind?"

The youth continues to stare out the window and unknowingly clenches his balls in his fist. Ignoring that he has inhuman strength, he completely crushes the steel spheres in his hand. Subconsciously, the senior officer closes his legs after seeing the balls destroyed before him. "My apologies," he says while putting his cup down in the cup holder. "Guess whatever's got your mind in a loop is pretty bad."

The boy looks into his lap and takes a deep breath in. "Nah, it's okay," he replies as he turns to his mentor. "No one, besides my friends have really ever asked what was wrong."

The senior just smiles lightly. "You wanna talk about it?"

"I lost my brother five years ago. That's all I'm gonna say about it."

"I take it the two of you were pretty close then, huh?" the troubled teen sat silently staring a the tips of his black and white converse. Seeing as that he didn't want to talk about it any longer, the older officer moved to a different subject. "They really did an amazing job with the fireworks show, didn't they?"

The teen looks up at the display of colored explosions dancing in the sky. His evergreen toned eyes appear lost into the past as each light fades into the night sky. Each explosion would cause time to slow down for his as his expression began to darken. The events of that fateful day continued to replay in his memories. All the blood, the pain, the torture. Each one causing his hands to start bleeding. His breath shallows, his eyes widened as he recalled to look in his brother's eyes as the life left from his very existence. His pores opened up and he began to sweat as he was trying to calm down.

His mentor took notice to what was happening and shook the rookie violently to snap him out of his trance. When the boy finally snapped out of his trance, he was breathing heavily wondering what had happened.

The senior officer could only stare in shock as he just witnessed what happened. Thinking it would be best to just call it a night, he started up the vehicle and made way for the department.

When they arrived at the station, the youth grabbed his things and put them into a small backpack. Before he got out the car, the senior halted him for a quick moment. The teen turned towards him wondering what he wanted. There was a moment of still silence between them. "If it means anything," the officer said to him. "I know a guy that does some real good work on the balls you were using. So if you want, I'll get you some new ones, kid."

The teen stares blankly at his teacher. He shrugs his shoulders, but nods his head in acknowledgement. The elder sighs in defeat. It seemed that no matter what he did the kid just wouldn't open up to him.

"Butch."

The officer glanced at him with an even look to his features. He stares at the youth's back trying to process what he had just heard. "My name," the boy stated, "it isn't kid. It's Butch."

With that said, Butch walks away from the station and makes his way into the distance of the desolate streets. The officer then reaches into his chest pocket, and pulls out a pack cigarettes and a lighter. He shakes one out of the box, puts it in his mouth, ignites the lighter and sets the white stick ablaze.

"Kid's got some serious demons to cut loose," he says after puffing his cigarette. "Poor kid. I hope everything works out for him. God knows he needs it."

Hope you all enjoyed. See ya in 2 weeks.