1 The Savior

Dark alley

Crowded city,

Hair black as night, blood-red eyes.

Young, frail, damaged.

Blood drips

Down

Down

From hair

To nose

To chin

To pavement.

*Awakens*

A looming figure

*Scared*

*"Who?"*

Broken blade pulled,

On guard, defensive.

Hands raised,

Comes forward.

"A bounty, huh?

For someone young as you?

Can't even be 6 yet."

Sensing no danger

And losing blood

Cannot stand,

*Falls.*