Chapter 2: Chapter 1: The surviver
December 13th 1947
The basement is a damp place. It's moist and dirty, a place no one would want to visit. And that is exactly why so many people choose this place to commit crimes.
The basement is lit with dim lights in the corners of the room. The walls are dirty and crawling with fungus making it smell unpleasantly. There is a small bed to the left of the room that makes a sound as they place a boy on it.
The boy has white hair with pale skin and scars all over his body. He is quite small for his age, but not too much. He is handsome, but not too much. Strong, but not too much. But was is too much about him is his insanity, his unstable mind.
"We should just kill him, it's obvious he ain't no human" a big man says, leaning on the door frame.
"Are you crazy? If we do that we might as well not be human ourselves!" a blond woman in a doctors uniform says as she sits on the bed next to the sleeping boy
"Well what are we gonna do if he wakes up? He'll kill us, you know it as well as I do" the man argues
"He's just a teenage boy, there's no way he would do that. He's seen a lot, Ivan, we need to help him" the blond woman retorts
Ivan gives her a cold stare "He will kill us, I'm telling you Angie. You haven't seen what these monsters are capable of"
"Well it depends on what type he is doesn't it? If he's an earth he is basically human" Angie continues
"And if he's an air?" Ivan says
Angie is quiet
As she looks at the sleeping boy she realizes how deep in their curiosity took them into their grave. With tears in her eyes she pulls out a long rifle from under the bed, just when a hand stops her.
Before the woman can react her head is smashed into a table next to the bed and the white haired boy is standing opposite the man at the entrance, his purple eyes blaring into the humans green ones.
Ivan pulls out his gun and starts shooting at the boy. His aim is flawless, his bullets- fast as lightning, but none of the bullets hit the boy.
"I'll answer your question since your little girlfriend is unable to anymore, if I'm an air, YOU'RE FUCKED" the boy screams and starts laughing.
The bullets are hanging in the air around 2 meters from where they were fired. With a flick of the wrist the boy pierces the mans body through, dropping the now bloody bullets on the ground behind the man. Ivan drops to his knees before falling face forward on to the damp floor of the basement.
When the boy walks out of the building which he soon understood to be a hospital he is drenched in blood. The hospital is now empty. The white haired boy makes a red trail in the snow behind him as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.
With all the blood on the boys body, none of it belonged to him.
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