The Warlock

Alex didn't had time to react. A sudden blue light had blinded him and he heard his plastic knife fall to the pavement behind him with a thud.

"Aren't you a little too young for this game?" Said an amused voice.

Alex opened his green eyes and looked at the stranger who he had been shadowing.

The man, of significant height and apparently in his late teens, had blue hair, one side continuously covering his left eye which was blue like lighting. He wore a white shirt with a sky blue tie with black jeans under a long black cloak.

A small sphere...or was it a ball of Blue light? appeared above the man's left shoulder.

"You shouldn't mess around with a Warlock, kid. Unless you want to get in to trouble, of course." The stranger had a calm and sinister grin on his face.

Alex tried to say something but he was too scared, too terrified to do anything. After all he was only seventeen years old. 'This man... he's a Warlock...' Alex suddenly realized. 'Now I'm in trouble...'