Following Jonas' dastardly escape from the plane, after a few days flying held to the legs of the bird, soon beginning to starve, the full flock of birds slowly began to descend towards a large chunk of land, Jonas would soon begin to call his home. Once he landed, he was almost immediately mugged by a group of children, a tad older than him, but realizing he had nothing on him but a piss-stained pair of shorts and a shirt, they brought him towards an alleyway. It had turned out, the birds were migrating and landed in Corona, a division in Spain created shortly after the war due to civil conflict. Having opposite views from the government, the country of Corona was struck with poverty and high surveillance from police to avoid further conflict.
The children who took him in were a group of orphans whose parents were either killed or sent to war, and so began a group dedicated to promoting their survival, mainly through stealing. This group was formally known as "Clean Parasite". Jonas stayed in this group for the next 5 years, though constantly remained in the leftover status of their group hierarchy, the lowest class.
At a regular sunny day, Jonas was scurrying the roof-tops, looking for an unsuspecting fruit salesman, as it had been his turn of the week to obtain food for the group. Finding a stand with a fair amount of fruits for sale, at least in comparison to that of others, he began putting his plan into fruition.
Walking towards a plumbing vent pipe coming out of the roof of the building, he reached into his pocket to grab a stored leaf. Touching the leaf with 1 hand, and the pipe with the other, he witnessed the chain-armed hands protrude out and touch the items. With this, he tore off the vent pipe, as though tearable as a leaf, and twirled it up into a straw; he after let go of the leaf, allowing it to blow into the wind, causing the once fragile pipe to become sturdy like before. Looking at where the pipe was ripped off from, the grabbed one of the nails that had fallen off which originally held the pipe in place. With this prepared, he headed towards the edge of the building with the fruit salesman in sight, placed the nail inside the straw pipe, put one side of the pipe in his mouth, and after a large inhale, blew into the straw, causing the nail to go flying towards the salesman, striking him dead in his right eye.
Hearing the man's scream, he knew he hit a bullseye, and ran towards the right side of the building, held onto a water pipe, and slid down. Midway through reaching the floor, from his other pocket, he reached in and grabbed 3 sewing needles with touch string attached to them. He flinged the 3 needles towards the fruit placed on show, peircing 3 red apples, and proceeded to pull them back towards him. As though by sheer bad luck though, all fell on the dirt floor without them reaching him, with 2 having their strings broken, and one having the needle broken.
Believing he could grab them before the salesman, who had his knees and 1 hand on the floor, with his right hand covering his eye, would notice and catch him, Jonas reached the floor and began running towards the dropped apples. Before he could reach close to grabbing them, he noticed the glare of the salesman who noticed him with his left eye. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! YOU'RE WITH THAT GROUP OF HOOLIGAN KIDS, AREN'T YOU? YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONES SUFFERING AROUND HERE, SO YOU BETTER SCRAM WITHOUT MY APPLES, OR YOU'LL HAVE SHIT TO PAY!"
Preferring not to respond as to save his energy, Jonas quickly ran to snatch one of the apples and ran.
"OH NO YOU DON'T, JACKASS!", shouted the man as he pushed his fingers into the ground. As though a miracle of God, large, thick roots began to sprout out of the ground where Jonas was under, and wrapped tightly around his right leg.
"W… what the!?", said Jonas shocked at this phenomenon.
"Ha, you like my little trick, sonny? I call this ability Stomp On The Ground, it lets me control the roots of plants under the ground. Helps real good when dealing with pests like you. You see these trees?", the salesman said as he pointed at 4 trees, one on earth corner that surrounded the area of his shop. "These trees are known for having really strong and sturdy roots, and I've been growing them here for years, so they're roots are big and strong. Who would'a guessed I'd be using them like this, but so is life, haha".
The salesman continued. "Though I would've gladly let you go earlier, had you heeded my words, I won't be so easy on you. Based on the position of the sun, it should be close to 5pm, meaning the Corona police should be doing their hourly scouting of the area", he said as he looked towards the sun, and then the road behind them. "Despite your age, you punks are wanted by the police, and I think I'd get a pretty great reward for turning you in". He grinned.
"Sorry, but I won't be able to let you do that", claimed Jonas with a sense of pride in his tone.
"What are you blabberin' on about now, kid?", responded the salesman.
"You see, I have bigger plans in life, and I don't necessarily plan on letting my goals end here", claimed Jonas once more. Looking at the apple he had snatched in his hand, he noticed it was the one which had fallen off due to the broken needle. It seemed to have broken due to rusting, leaving a broken pointed edge on the tip outside the apple. "Perfect", murmered Jonas to himself. Jonas turned the apple with his fingers, allowing the face with the broken needle to lay under his palm. Pressing down his fingers on the apple, he felt the rusty needle pierce his skin, causing him to let out small but meaningless cries of pain.
"What are ya doin' there kid, you a masochist or something?", asked the salesman in a confused rage.
With the needle submerged enough into his palm, with his other hand, Jonas touched the roots which were tightly grasping his leg, causing the roots to earn a rusty texture and break off with a few nudges from his foot.
"What the heck!? You're a stand user too then, huh? You kids got a talent for stealing, though I'd never expect you'd be able to go as far as stealing stand viales for yourselves".
Stand user? Stand viles? "I don't know what either of those two means, but I got out of your trap like magic, so I'll be making myself disappear now!", shouted Jonas as he started to run off, taking a bite out of the apple out of cockiness at his success.
"You really think that's the end of my power, punk!? I went easy on you cause you're a kid, but guess people don't win through kindness!", he screamed as he removed his right hand from his eye and placed it into the ground.
As though given a second chance by God, more roots began coming out of the ground, this time larger and thicker, and wrapped themselves completely around Jonas, disabling him from moving even a muscle on his body. As he tried to move to free himself, police sirens began to sound.
"Hear that brat, it's the police, coming right on time to rat your ass to hell! All I gotta do is keep you here for about a minute, and you're good as caught!", exclaimed the salesman in glory as the sirens grew louder and louder. "YOU'RE DONE FOR, YOU LOST!"