A child walked among many people. He was all alone, his soft gray robes fluttering out behind him. All around, he heard others calling out, happily chatting to their friends. Some people turned to stare at him. He was so young looking, which was really unusual in the world. An agitated look had flown onto his features when he realized people were staring. Squinting his eyes, he shot nasty looks at anyone who dared look at him. That's when the blue wave master saw him. The agitated look, light blue hair, and his age. He was the one the wavemaster had been looking for.

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The man stared out the window, looking down at the dancing lights of the city. Every now and then, a tear would fall form his face blurring the lights, causing them to burst like stars and then shrink back to dots, over and over again. He loved to watch the dancing lights of the city, watching hem twist as he squinted grow into dots when he opened his eyes. He didn't sob; he just let the tears fell silently to the ground. It was painful to know that everyone around him, everyone that had gotten close to him, had died. First, her, then his daughter and sister, and now his son. All disappeared, the police said, but he knew better. They killed everyone. And he knew that he would be next. The woman next to him gently touched his shoulder, carrying him back into his reality of what would happen if he didn't obey. "I... I don't want to. Why must I do things that kill people? I've seen so many die... if I 'fix' the new version of the world, more just will. I can't anymore." Sobbing, he gazed out the window once more. "Tell them I'm not helping them anymore. Tell them to rot in hell."

"You know they'll kill you if you don't listen to them..." She had sadness laced through her voice, for she had seen many die, too.

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Sir, his body--, uh, the bug has been disposed of and the carpet has been clean to perfection." He cast his orange eyes to the floor and basically talked to it, even though his words were directed at his boss.

"Good. Now, I'll be off at my meeting to discuss the plans for the next version of 'The World' until four PM. And I want a complete report on the child on my desk when I get back. Make sure it's encoded so nosy people can't read it." He shot a pointed look at the man, whose face turned red. "Also, you are to make sure the child never meets the real master. If he does, then our plans are ruined. Understood?"

The orange eyed man peeked out from behind his sunglasses, which weren't dark enough to hide his odd colored eyes." I'll have someone on the problem immediately." He said, a trace of nervousness showing on his face.

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The child looked at the wavemaster with awe. He knew he was different from other players in the world the second he laid eyes on him. The wavemaster didn't merely stand; He stood tall and everyone sort of veered away from him, as if his aurora pushed them away as it drove the child closer.

There's the first half of chapter 2... I'll add more to it later.