-8 years later
"Hey! Stop!" The man yelled as I bolted from the store. "Thief!" I grinned at him as I turned the corner. This is what my life was now. Find a random place to sleep, steal my food, and avoid gangs that I had gotten in trouble with. I held the bread closer to me as I sped up. I knew that this was not the life my mom and dad would have wanted, but I would never turn to the church.
After eight years, I learned more and more about what had happened to my parents. They by Kor, but by the third wish, had changed their minds. Kors had become more common over the years, but they were cured. People said that a child at the church would show up and heal the sick. But I don't believe that. If they could really heal people, then why did they ignore my parents? The church was a liar and I refused to go to them for help. I slowed down, turning to watch behind me. I stepped backwards slowly, a smile on my face.
"That was a shorter chase than normal, but whatever. Make it easier for me." I giggled. I tore off a piece of bread, tossing it into my mouth. I sighed as I swallowed, glad I could finally eat after a day or two. I was about to turn around, when my back ran into something. I glanced over my shoulder, only to freeze. A large, middle-aged man stood behind me along with three other guys. They were form one of the gangs that ran around. "O-oh… hey Alan."
"Well look who we found. The little rat of District Seven." He reached out, grabbing on to my hair. I yelped as pain ran through me. He swung his fist, hitting me right in the face, causing me to stumble backwards and hit the wall to me side. I slid down, whipping blood that had fallen from my mouth with the back of my hand. "You still owe us for that food we stole for you a few months back. Boss has wanted to see you for a while."
"I told you guys that I was saving up money for that… I'll get it there when I feel like it." I snapped. He glared at me, nodding over to the guys. He walked over to me, trapping me between them and the wall. I gasped as one kicked my right in the stomach, causing me to curl into myself. Pain shot through my body as I felt iron pips make contact to my shoulders and hips.
"That not really what we want to hear." The man in the middle said, pulling on my hair so that I was on my knees. I screamed as I felt a pipe slam into my ribs. I had to get away… had to run. I growled, opening my eyes just enough to look at the men.
"Screw off. I don't have to listen to your damn wants!" I yelled. I clenched my hands into fist, watching as Ziphon slowly began to form around them. I swung my arms, causing my Ziphon to shot out, slamming the men into the other wall. I scurried to my feet, running as fast as my injured legs could carry me. I ran for what seem like forever, listening to see when I could no longer hear yelling. I dove into a side ally, tripping as my legs finally gave. I crawled to the closed wall, leaning against it. The sound of bells ringing filled the air. I hated those belles, they promised fake protection and that you where never alone. I bit my lip as tears slowly started to slide down my face. "Shut up!" I screamed, bowing my head. "Just shut up! There is not God for you to ring for!" I screamed, falling over to my side. I remember the bells becoming silent… and darkness.