7 The Savior

The alley was black, as the night sky loomed over it. A young boy sits alone in the alley, his jet-black dripping with blood from a wound on his head. It falls fown his face, from his nose, to his chin, until it drips in a pool in his lap. He wears a black trench-coat, combat boots, and fingerless gloves, a white dress shirt, black vest, and cargo pants, and seems to carry a sword on his waist behind his back. He has a few assorted knives as well, with only a few being visible to the naked eye.

A man walks into the alley, flashlight in hand.

He seems to be looking for something, and the light eventually falls on the boy.

The boy awakens, with cat-like grace, he stands, unsheathing his sword, which is broken so that only a few inches of the blade come out of the sheath with the handle, the rest being unusable, as it is not longer attached. It's sharp, jagged edge would make for a frightening would indeed.

The man is surprised to find the boy, but calms down quickly.

"Who?!"

The man slowly approaches the boy, raising his hands in a peaceful gesture.

"A bounty, huh? For someone as young as you? You can't even be six yet. It's sickening that the human race has fallen so far..."

The boy does not comprehend his words, but sees that he is not a threat.

The boy, having lost alot of blood, is unable to stand any longer, and falls to the ground, his legs buckling underneath him, and his vision going black....