Escape

The sun rose over the horizon showering the area with its magnificent ray of light. As if it wanted to make itself noticed, it's light rays seemed to be laced with a bit more heat making it an unbearably sunny day.

Under the giant ball of flames was a tall castle. It was so tall that its height seemed to span for hundreds of meters into the air.

The castle's architecture made it seem like one of those fancy castles that were often used in movies, save for the fact that its body consisted of brown walls giving it an ancient vibe.

Around the castle perimeter was a tall wall that didn't want to be outdone by the height of the castle so its height spanned longer than the castle, if that was even possible.

There was a gate at the center of one of the walls. Unlike the walls, the gate seemed of reasonable height. It was only about seventy meters tall. There was a huge dragon statue perched at the top of the gate.

At the spacious back yard of the house, a boy that looked about twelve years of age stood while holding a cane. He had white hair of medium height. His face had a pale complexion which coupled with his red eyes gave him an otherworldly expression.

He had on a black three piece suit with a red shirt. His eyes stared at the figure opposite him with an eerie calmness that shouldn't be found in the gaze of a twelve year old child.

The figure opposite him wore a white battle outfit. He had a sword strapped to his waist. His upper body was clothed with armors and he wore a helmet which didn't give much of his face away.

"Are you sure you want to do this?". The figure asked.

"If I wasn't so sure I wouldn't have asked you to come along now, would I Ben?" The twelve year old boy said.

The person referred to as Ben sighed. "Don't you think you need a change of clothes?"

"No". The twelve year old boy said with a plain face.

"A weapon, perhaps". Ben insisted. He didn't seem to be interested doing whatever it is that he was about to do now.

The twelve year old boy smiled then shook his cane around, feeling the weight of it. "I think this cane should suffice".

"I don't think we should do this". Ben said.

 The twelve year old boy said. "Unfortunately you don't have much of a choice. Take it as a command from your young master". He smirked. "Now come at me".

Ben unsheathed his sword and although he was unwilling, charged at the twelve year old boy. 

The twelve year old boy smiled, then dodged Ben's attack. He used his cane to hit Ben's leg, slowing his movement then with all the strength he could muster in his little twelve year old self, whacked Ben on the head with his cane.

"Well that was easy". The twelve year old boy muttered to himself as Ben's unconscious body slumped on the floor.

He dusted his suit and walked towards the wall that surrounded the castle. He inspected the wall for a while then reached into his suit and brought out a crumpled piece of paper. He stared at the paper, then at the wall then at the paper again.

After repeating the cycle a couple of times, he reached out and pushed a few bricks. The wall made a low rumbling sound and a hole big enough for him to crawl through it formed at the bottom.

He wasted no time in crawling through the hole. Only after he was outside the castle did his eyes shine with a little bit of excitement. Without further ado, he sprinted off into the city.

While he was running, so many thoughts weighed on his mind.

Robert Smithson, or so he was called was the worlds best detective. He was about to crack the biggest case in his career, or so he thought when he was set up and died.

Twelve years ago, he reincarnated in the body of a baby, the only child to an extremely wealthy family.

The first few years of his life, he was cast aside by everyone because of his 'unusual' appearance. Everyone except his parents, they were the only ones who seemed to care about him at all.

He spent a few years brooding about his death, then ultimately realized that he couldn't change anything about the past. He decided to move on and reward his parents for their care and support.

He sighed as he walked towards the o outskirts of a forest. His eyes looked reminiscent. He stretched out his hand and plucked some leaves from a tree, then dashed away from there, throwing a leaf on the floor every now and then.

After a few hours, he decided to go back home. There was no way that his parents hadn't noticed his absence anyways. He was sure that they had already sent a few guards to look for him.

"Someone's definitely getting fired today". Robert smiled as he muttered these words.

He walked back home as fast as fashionable possible for a boy dressed in a suit. He was within one hundred meters of his house when he saw it...

Not his house, ruins. Scattered dilapidated bricks. The walls that surrounded the house had collapsed.

He sprinted towards the house fir a closer

view. He saw corpses that had a few missing parts, bodies crushed under the weight of the bricks. Everyone was dead. He was certain of that.

His eyes held the same chilling calmness that shouldn't be found in a twelve year old child. If he was sad or angry, it didn't reflect in his expression at all.

Whoever did this would pay, they would pay with their life. There was no way that the building just collapsed. Someone planned this. He would find the person and make them pay. He would make them look death in the eye and shout for it.

Robert was about to leave when he heard a faint voice calling his name. He saw Ben coming out of a corner. His hand was attached to his shoulder by only a thread of flesh.

He brought out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Robert. "Your father said to give you this".

Robert muttered something, then collected the envelope from Ben and kept it in his pockets. He wouldn't open it until he avenged his parents.