Liz, and Patty had been on the streets for four years when they ran into him, rich as rich ever got in a custom suit, talking on a smart phone with a number combination lock brief case. Robbing him had been the only sensible thing to do. After all who walked around like that this late at night in this part of town.
He hadn't even flinched when they pressed the gun to his throat.
"You're something else, aren't you?" he asked casually as Patty did her intimidating laughing bit off to the side. Liz glared into his stupid face, trying to ignore his impossibly colored hair.
"Shut up, punk." She felt something in her tighten, and her arm slammed into the wall, making it shudder, and crack out from her knuckles. She tried not to be surprised by it this time. Tried not to show how much that had scared her.
His calm gaze panned over to her fist, looking like he could see things no one else could. "So you're the anomaly," he said.
"What the fuck'd you call me?!"
"You're the shifting in the veil my father sent me to find."
"I will shoot your smart ass head right off your shoulders if you don't shut the fuck up!" She hissed at him.
"Go ahead then," he said, face showing the first bit of emotion it had all night, lips quirking up into an odd, almost not even there, smile.
There was a deafening sound, and she blinked at the red that coated the wall as his head went flying back. She didn't pull the trigger. She could have sworn she didn't pull the trigger. Patty wasn't laughing anymore. What had just happened?
The boy made a sound, head rolling back forward as the hole in his chin started to close up, blood easing back into his veins.
She jumped back as he inspected his clothes. "As expected. This suit is ruined," he said, thumbing at the lapel where there was some invisible speck of something that wouldn't come off. Annoyed he ripped the jacket off, and dropped it on the ground.
"Now, if you would come with me, please," he said as Patty made an awed sound, and reached for his face. Liz caught her sisters wrist before she could make the mistake of touching the unnatural monster in front of them.
"Just what the fuck are you?" He looked at her blankly, unimpressed as ever with her posturing.
"Nothing really," he said. Calm. Calm like nothing could ever matter. "But you, are a medium, and there for you need to learn the rules, and how to control yourself."
"Fuck you, I am a size small, you dick."
He chuckled quietly. "Not that kind of medium. This way please."
"You can't make me go anywhere. Not now. Not ever. And especially without my sister."
He turned, and cordially bowed to Patty before picking her up like she weighted nothing, and throwing her over his tiny shoulder. Patty screamed a gale of giggles, and kicked her feet.
"Now if you would be so kind," he said, and Liz nodded, pale faced, hoping he wouldn't hurt them. Knowing she couldn't really say no.