That Bastard Son
Prologue-
Nobody bothered to notice the sight of a small child standing by a lamp post by an alley. In fact, they seemed afraid of him as they hurriedly passed by. Because the boy just stood there, staring off past them, as if he could see the horizon right through the people. His eyes were filled with pain and sadness a young boy shouldn't be experiencing at a young age. People glanced at him before they walked away. Others felt sympathy for the boy, and tried to coax him to come home with them. But the boy would just shake his head, and duck into the alley, losing them in the darkness. It went on like this for awhile, people wondering where the child would go every time he retreated away from them. Why is the child on the streets? Where is his parents? Is he homeless?
Until one fateful day...
The rain seemed to pour in buckets overhead as people struggled to get out of the rain, putting up umbrellas over their heads. The boy on the other hand, ignored the rain that was soaking him through to the bone as he stood in the same spot, as if waiting for someone. In the meantime, a young man dressed in a dark trench coat walked down the street with an umbrella over his head. He wore dark sunglasses even though it wasn't sunny out. His long ebony spiked hair just came a bit below his chin, and it was streaked with red in places. He was no more than 16 years old, even though his attitude was mature, like an adult's.
He could feel that someone was watching his back, and he stopped, turning around. He expected some girl stalking him, but he saw that a boy was staring at him with lifeless blue orbs from across the street. He didn't feel one bit intimidated or scared as he walked across the street, slowly making his way towards him, making sure he didn't scare him off. He was kind, and didn't like threatening anyone even though there were those that deserved it. The boy's blue eyes hardened as the stranger came closer, not liking him one bit. The teenager finally stood a few feet away, studying the boy.
"...What's a kid like you doing on the streets?" He finally asked. The boy glared at him but didn't move a muscle. "...Not much of a talker, are you?" The teen said, smiling kindly. The boy still didn't answer. The teen could see that in his eyes, he was a fighter. "...Go away." The boy finally said coldly. The teen just blinked before another smile crept across his face. "Why do you say that?" The boy had a confused look on his face as he slightly lowered his defenses as he struggled to answer. The teen kept smiling. "...What is your name?" He asked, putting out a hand. "...Son Draws." The boy answered softly.