1 Things begin, Things happen

What's better than waking up to a hot cup of coffee in the morning? Going to Starbucks and making a hole in your wallet.

Of course, it's worth it- but not a lot of people would actually throw away that much money. Unless they're on a date or if they happen to be some rich dudes.

Having reasons like these are the exact reason why West Reese decided to work at Starbucks. Well… Not exactly. But somewhat.

West (if he wanted to) could overthrow every single government in this world and bring about peace. He could bring about infinite energy in the world and abolish poverty. He could fix the economy and help in the evolution of mankind to a newer generation. He was one of the smartest beings in the universe as well as one of the strongest. However, due to lack of publicity, he wasn't known by the people. Especially on Earth (which happens to be the world with the youngest intelligent species with poor ego issues).

Even though West could save the world- he wouldn't. Because he believed that it was much more fun that way. Chaos is the true state of the universe. This leads to suffering which only leads to oblivion.

Starbucks just happens to show most of the trash of human society. Spoilt rich kids and power-lusting people are the kinds of people found here easily and that amuses West because it's easier to pick them out and destroy their egos.

Sounds beneficial? Not really. It just stirs up chaos in the society and that's the atmosphere that West loves.

"GODDAMMIT REESE! HOW MANY GLASSES DO YOU WANT TO BREAK FOR YOUR SATISFACTION?!" the manager could be heard from inside.

"Uh… Around 28 more", West replies casually.

West worked in Starbucks out of his own interest and his good looks attracted most of the female customers which happened to attract male customers. This brought in a huge load of revenue for the store and that's the main reason that the manager doesn't fire West even if he throws stuff and breaks glasses or even if he gets into fights with the customers.

"Reese, you need to understand that we won't get customers if the FUCKING GLASS IS BROKEN!"

"But it looks cool."

"IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR MOM DECIDED TO PAY A VISIT!"

"Okay"

"Look, Reese. I can't afford to waste cash on fixing the glass over and over again. Wait a second. Don't tell me-"

West slyly grins at the manager.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE REESE! IF YOU WANT TO BREAK 49 GLASSES- DO IT OUTSIDE THE STORE!"

"Sure thing, boss."

"And don't pick fights with the customers."

"I'll think about it."

"Then you'd better think fast before this store gets sued for manhandling men."

"I can't help it if everyone's strength seemingly lies only in their ignorance. It's like the only reason that rich people demand respect and power. However, I will give it a break if it's bothering you too much."

"Thank you, Reese." saying so- the manager left the room.

The store would be practically empty between 6:00-7:30 on weekends because nobody needs coffee at that time. And it also happens to be half deserted during the night because most people would end up going to bars and fancy restaurants. West keeps the store open 24/7 because he doesn't have much to do besides making and serving beverage and stuff. Of course, he doesn't work the whole time. The manager sends him home for about 8 hours each day so that he doesn't feel guilty for overworking West.

"Reese, go home."

"Aye aye, boss."

West lived in a medium-sized apartment about 3 blocks away from the store because it was easier to walk to and fro that way. Half his home constituted the bathroom because he liked the sound of the whirring exhaust fan and he liked the accumulation of steam from the shower all over the home. His kitchen and living room were combined because having a simple home structure wouldn't have a huge effect on the mentality of a person (Seriously, imagine if your home resembled a beehive. You would get lost in there if you didn't keep track of your location.)

Both the kitchen and living room were organized in a plain way similar to most households. The only thing that stood out was a statue of a person which looked like it should have been put in a museum. And it's never in the same place. If you were to ever enter his home (which isn't likely), you would just assume West to be a regular broke dude. Which he kind of is. But let's not talk about his financial condition.

"Odd time for you to return, West", a sound could be heard emanating from the walls. "I thought you'd have stayed in the store much longer but eh.."

"I thought you'd be lonely so here I am", replied West with his usual calm expression.

"Did you find any of the others yet? It's been kind of boring these past few years."

"If this is another joke about my immobility, West, I swear to God- I will kill you."

West started to laughing hysterically before saying- "Calm down yo. You don't have to be to so dense all the time."

"Goddammit. Did you just make a joke about density?"

"BUHAHAHA! I just realized that I had made a joke!", West continues to laugh hysterically.

"It's not funny. If someone were to hear our conversation- he or she would be wondering which mental institute you got kicked out of."

"Of course. It's not like I care about humans anyway."

West walked into the bathroom to wash his face. He came out in a short period of time and then went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of water (which happened to be frozen because the refrigerator was screwed up).

"Shit. It's frozen."

"Flip it."

"Cool. Thanks for the idea."

West flipped the bottle with it's frozen contents outside of the window.

"NOT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW YOU F-"

A shout of pain was heard from outside. Presumably from the man who was hit by the bottle.

"-KING IDIOT!"

A few other shouts of surprise were heard from around the same place. "West… Did you just?"

West took a look outside the window and saw the bottle standing upright. Well, on its cap.

"WHOA I DID IT! IT LANDED ON IT'S CAP!"

"Goddammit, West. Can you grow up a bit?"

"You were the fool who asked me to flip the bottle. Who are you saying needs to grow up? Also- I'm going for a walk. Want to come?"

"Sure. Why not?"

West walked towards the side of the room and picked up an ear-sized rock-like piece. Then he picked up his keys and walked out of his home.

Evenings are always the most boring parts of the day. Nighttime is a different issue altogether but evenings are just boring. However, it's a really peaceful time to take a stroll. Which West dislikes.

Whenever West walks outdoors- he will almost always stir up some sort of disorder for his own satisfaction.

"Where do you want to go today?"

"Paris."

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"Goddammit, it's not night time here."

"You're too fast, West."

"Yo, it ain't my fault that there are so many Riazons around!"

(Riazons are the particles present all around the universe which allow the facilitation of magic and spells to be used in different elemental forms.)

"Ion Jump works too efficiently in this world. I could literally take on anybody in seconds."

"That's because they're humans. And you barely have any weaknesses."

"Oh yeah. Goddammit", said West with a cynical but disgruntled look on his face. "It's been a long time since I've done it, hasn't it?"

"Don't bring this up again. It's too boring watching so many deaths."

"651 years is a long time, Step. I need to feel power once again."

"You sound like one of those hopeless villains from those TV shows. You know it's going to end in your downfall, don't you?"

Step Fourth- the Statue. Step was cursed about 7 centuries ago after the Midori War to stay in the form of a statue if any living being were to look at him. He can, however, change his form when becoming a statue turning into whatever he wants to (not like it benefits him). This is also the reason that he stays in a humanoid statue form for decoration at West's place and is currently in an earpiece form on West's ear. They can communicate through telepathy and his range lies as far as the next galaxy's centre.

"Dude, I'm practically immortal and you know that. It's not like pride can defeat me. BUHAHAH!"

"I'd like to see you say that in the face of Pride itself."

"You will. Anyway, what do you want to do this time? Alleys or tourist spots?"

"Let's go to the Eiffel Tower."

"You're obsessed with that place, Step. This is like the third time we're going there. And you can't even walk by yourself so I'm going to walk around aimlessly this time."

"Why did you even bother asking the question, in that case?"

West kept walking ahead. He didn't want to answer questions when he knew the answers were obvious.

Paris is a beautiful city. And it gets even better as nightfall approaches. What Step loved most about the city weren't the art exhibits or tourist spots. He didn't like the women walking around and he definitely didn't like men. He loved how weak-hearted people were. He learned to use his curse to his advantage. Split-second appearing and disappearing acts terrify the crap out of most people and Step is the king of scaring people. He derived pleasure from looking at the horrified expressions on people's faces. Kind of like a sadist.

"West. Throw me towards the river."

"Oh. Again?", said West giving a little smirk. He then took Step off his ear and threw him with minimalistic effort. Obviously, this was a huge force- but West is one of the physically strongest beings in the universe so even minimalistic forces would generate a ton of energy.

"I think something chipped off of me."

"See. I told you that it's easier to just use Ion Jump instead. You just love the dramatic entrance, though, don't you? Alright then. I'll be taking a tour of my own. Tell me about your time later on. BUHAHAHA!", said West walking casually.

Late evenings are fun. You find all kinds of people roaming in the alleyways. West's favorite type of people were gangsters. Because nobody has a problem with beating them up apart from themselves. West hadn't killed anyone on this planet because that's this world's dominant species' law. To live and let live. It's not like he never wanted to kill someone- he just never wanted to show the world his powers. He held a belief that the people of this world would hunt him down if they found out about him, and he didn't want to destroy an entire world with their species again. The last 6 wars left too many scars to heal anytime soon.

"Goddammit. It's leaking again."

Magic users come in two types- Absorbers and Exerters. Absorbers are the common magic users who can only use advanced magic when they take in Riizons from Exerters (Riazons are the naturally occurring magic particles. Riizons are the magic particles emitted from the Aura of Exerters.). Exerters are the much more rarer and powerful magic users. For each Exerter, there is a Counter-Absorber. This is due to the fact that Exerters give off a lot of Riizons which are unstable and cannot naturally exist in the universe. If these Riizons aren't absorbed- the Exerters experience a shift in their Aura and it drives them into a mode which makes them go into a partial-berserk mode. West calls this 'leaking' (you'll find out soon enough if it isn't obvious already).

A distance away, in a different alley, West could hear the sound of multiple people and felt a negative atmosphere.

"Oi. Missy. Need some help with getting to places?", a man's voice could be heard.

"Can I just go through? Please? I don't want any trouble.", a woman's voice- almost drowned in sorrow and hopelessness.

"Hey hey- it's okay, fair maiden. We promise not to be rough. Don't we?", another man's voice was heard. Then a chorus of laughter was heard. Then the screams from the woman desperately crying for help.

About 4 people. A female along with 3 males, huh? West thought to himself. Seems like a reasonable meal. Let's try doing society a favor for once.

West jumped onto the top of the building and stood silently- watching the scene unfolding before him.

"Boys. That isn't any way to treat a lady, now is it?"

The 3 men who were already half-undressed and holding the woman down by her hands and legs slowly turned up to see this man who was looking down at them as if they were part of some movie.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? THIS IS OUR TERRITORY! GET OUT BEFORE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO YOU!", the first man spoke.

"Ah. So you're the mastermind behind the failure of this ''mission''. You would have gotten away if you fools weren't so loud. Too bad- you've run into me. And I've been itching to get into a fight.", West spoke calmly. His face plastered with a huge grin and fox eyes.

"ANY LAST WORDS, FOOLS?"

The men looking up at him still unaware of what was happening. The woman was stuck in a state of confusion not knowing whether to feel relieved or stressed and stared blankly towards him. Then the leader of the men piped up- "WHO THE F-"

What happened next would have driven any human witnesses insane if they believed that the scene in front of them was true.

The man from the roof jumped down as if it was a free fall, his silver eyes illuminating the dark alley. At arm's length from the 3 men, he grabbed the leader's and another man's head with his hands and smashed the third one's head from both sides. He pulled the necklace from around the leader's neck and shredded the second man's head. He then jumped high up and came down with a much greater force. Flowing around him were a swarm of sparks and it concentrated mainly at the base of his foot. In less than a second, the man's foot passed through the leader's face which now bore a hole the size of a foot. Not a single drop of blood was seen on the ground. The only people who were bloodied up we're the three men.

"You talk too much for someone who speaks slowly.", West remarked with a smirk looking at the mess he made.

The woman's face was filled with horror. Then she looked at the carcasses of the three men. Then she began screaming.

"It's okay, ma'am. I've taken care of the trash. Would you like me to escort you to the hospital?", West spoke silently to the woman as he didn't want a commotion. The woman continued screaming even as her eyes went white. Then she passed out.

"Fuck's sake."

Sirens were heard from right outside the alley. The police were here. West could hear the footsteps of 3 policemen running towards him. When they arrived, they first looked at West, then the woman, and then looked at the three dead men. One's face smashed in from the sides, another's shredded, and another's with a hole in the middle.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE REQUESTED TO FOLLOW US FOR AN INQUIRY REGARDING THE INCIDENT THAT TOOK PLACE HERE!"

"Ma'am, are you alright? Did this man do anything to you?", the policeman asked. The woman shook her head. She opened her mouth to say something. But no words came out.

"Alright. We'll be taking both of you to the station. You are requested not to put up resistance."

West looked at them with a bored look on his face. Then he smiled.

"Sure thing, chief. But do I get to call shotgun?"

The policemen looked at him with a confused expression. But the chief nodded his head anyway.

They put the woman in the back of the truck and gave her a blanket and bandaged her wrists and ankles. West got into the front seat and then turned to shake hands with the driver.

"Have we met before? You don't look like a policeman to me."

"Yeah, well duh. I'm not a policeman."

"Then what are you doing in a police vehicle?"

"The chief doesn't like driving 4-wheelers so he asks me. I'm his neighbor."

"But I still can't shake off this feeling I have. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You know me from a lot of places. How've you been, West?", said the man smiling, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.