**Note: This is my VERY first fanfic, plus my writing skills are a wee bit
rusty. I at least hope somebody likes this. Enjoy.**
A lone figure walked the sidewalks in New York City. He stepped through trash and gutter run-off. He didn't care.
A car drove by. Someone in the back seat quickly opened the window and threw an empty beer bottle at him. He didn't care.
The bottle smashed on the pavement in front of him. He carried on, not even bothering to step over the glass. The crunching glass somehow reminded him of something. A memory stirred...
...a fifteen-year-old David Auslander stepped in front of the getaway car that the theives were using. He directed his open palm at the front of the moving car and concentrated. The car was suddenly struck, head-on, by some intangible force. David lowered his hand and smiled at the now arriving police. They didn't point their guns at the theives. They were pointing them at him. He did the only thing he could think of. He ran. As he ran, a person in a pickup truck attempted to run him over. The driver suddenly found that his truck no longer had an engine, nor front wheels...
...and was banished back to the depths of his mind. David no longer cared for memories of the life he had left behind him.
It was late, and David had little money, so he opted sit next to a dumpster and settled into sleep.
. . .
A foot sharply nudged David in the ribs. "Get up, kid." David obliged and gave the three men that surrounded him a blank stare. The closest shrank away from his dark eyes.
One of them spoke. "Gimme yo' mon-" He didn't finish. David had struck him full in the face. One of the others tried to tackle him, and got a face- full of David's boot. The third ran. David calmly kicked the first in the ribs and then proceeded to empty the thugs' wallets.
As he walked off, one of the thugs got up and began to run after him. David whirled and hit him with a wave of energy. More than enough to stop a speeding car.
The thug crumpled beneath the attack and fell dead. David didn't care...
A lone figure walked the sidewalks in New York City. He stepped through trash and gutter run-off. He didn't care.
A car drove by. Someone in the back seat quickly opened the window and threw an empty beer bottle at him. He didn't care.
The bottle smashed on the pavement in front of him. He carried on, not even bothering to step over the glass. The crunching glass somehow reminded him of something. A memory stirred...
...a fifteen-year-old David Auslander stepped in front of the getaway car that the theives were using. He directed his open palm at the front of the moving car and concentrated. The car was suddenly struck, head-on, by some intangible force. David lowered his hand and smiled at the now arriving police. They didn't point their guns at the theives. They were pointing them at him. He did the only thing he could think of. He ran. As he ran, a person in a pickup truck attempted to run him over. The driver suddenly found that his truck no longer had an engine, nor front wheels...
...and was banished back to the depths of his mind. David no longer cared for memories of the life he had left behind him.
It was late, and David had little money, so he opted sit next to a dumpster and settled into sleep.
. . .
A foot sharply nudged David in the ribs. "Get up, kid." David obliged and gave the three men that surrounded him a blank stare. The closest shrank away from his dark eyes.
One of them spoke. "Gimme yo' mon-" He didn't finish. David had struck him full in the face. One of the others tried to tackle him, and got a face- full of David's boot. The third ran. David calmly kicked the first in the ribs and then proceeded to empty the thugs' wallets.
As he walked off, one of the thugs got up and began to run after him. David whirled and hit him with a wave of energy. More than enough to stop a speeding car.
The thug crumpled beneath the attack and fell dead. David didn't care...