2 Chapter 2: Fear my power, Fear and Cower!

My name..... is James. My parents... Unknown.i have messy black hair,white skin and light brown eyes. I was born in 1998 and am currently twelve in the year 2010, I was born and raised in London to two step-parents, one of which loved me and the other was a bit off and on. My step-mother's death was the thing that set my step-dad off, and i mean completely OFF, when i say off i don't mean that he got into a everlasting fit of rage, or that he tried to spite me, When i say off i mean.... It's as if someone flipped a switch in the back of his head that shut him down, He knew who i was and knew who all his friends and family were. It's just that he was so..... cold, He still brought home money to try and provide for me and still got me gifts and what-not. It's just that.... His eyes were so, well, dead. It's as if, some sort of weird thing was commanded to, i dunno, suck out his soul. I'm very thankful he still tried to give me a semi-normal and i respect him for that. And everything was going semi-normal, Until the storm came.... This storm was pretty much the definition of heavy weather, I'm just happy nothing even WEIRDER happened like someone getting turned into a snail, and one of the only thoughts racing through my terrified brain was that something was gonna collapse and fall on me, leaving me to a painful and slow death, but that never happened.... I wasn't sure where my step-dad was during the storm so i went to go look for him, couldn't hurt to check right? But it did hurt, it hurt alot. When i found my step-dad i saw him on the ground crying, i was shocked beyond belief seeing as this was the only emotion i had seen from him in years, of course i wondered why he was crying, but before i could get close to him he yelled "NO! STOP! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!". I couldn't hear him over the storm... Some yellow haired prick came down from the roof and shot me with an arrow, piercing my shoulder, and fucked off. I thought i was going to die. My step-dad rushed towards me, BUT THEN THE YELLOW HAIRED PRICK SHOT HIM WITH THE ARROW! From then on i can only remember being rushed to the hospital, waking up in the hospital, Going unconscious in the hospital, Apparently going through a comma because they messed up my blood flow and.... Now i'm here, 5 years later, In an orphanage with a bunch of bratty kids, who've been treated WAY TO NICE by the matron, pissing me off every chance they get. However it seems normality never want's to stay in my life. The reason i say this is, well, There's this massive Crusader looking guy stalking me..... Thing is, I don't know how to stop him. It's nice of him to beat the shit out of the people who try to rob me, i do kinda wish i left London or at least THIS part of it because of the amount of thugs, but there's no need to get so close to my back every chance h-..... he? or well i guess IT would better. Either way i don't appreciate It getting so close to my back. I find it even weirder that the thugs who try and rob me never seem to see the big Robotic Crusader looking guy(Imagine the crusader from defiance 2050), With a massive Sword on his back, ready to beat them black and blue.... Whatever, I'm just gonna skip this to the present day.

P͟r͟e͟s͟e͟n͟t͟ ͟d͟a͟y͟ ͟:James POV

"GET UP, BREAKFAST IS READY AND YOU ALL HAVE LONG DAYS AHEAD OF YOU!"

Jesus christ, The matron... Now don't get me wrong she's a nice lady and all, but She can yell SO. LOUD. Whatever, fine i'll get out of bed.*Thud*, damn that hurt! I finally mange to remove my face from the ground and groggily walk my way down the stairs....

"Haha big bro! I got down before you!" One of the little rats yelled.

"Haha haha haha haha" They all caroused, surprisingly on time with each other.

"I don't care, Now move out of the way you little shit, and don't call me your "bro" ever again." I slurred

"Whatever, big bro" the little shit yelled as it ran off, clearly happy it successfully annoyed me even more, jesus christ i was tired. One of the kids tried to cut me off, Really allowing my rage to flourish. But then, THAT FUCKING STALKER GUY APPEARED. None of the kids saw him either..... Except one. He look petrified, and some weird Robotic-crow looking bird landed on his shoulder with a defensive look in it's eyes. He was the kid i didn't actually mention, i actually forgot about him, he was 13 years old and was insanely quiet compared to everyone else and i actually forgot his name. He had shaggy light brown hair with Dark green eyes standing at a height of 138cm. At first i just though he was a little weird, but after school we were gonna have some words about that crow thing, The weird crusader had already left so i ate my breakfast and ran to school.... God this was gonna be a long day....