Post by disneywinxheart on Oct 29, 2016 1:28:19 GMT
The blonde haired boy stared up at the horizon. The starry sky overlooked the bustling city. It was strange that the city would remain as noisy at night. It was nothing like back home.
No. Don’t think about it. It is only worse to think about it.
‘Honey. Stay there. Don’t come out no matter what you hear.’
'Stay away!'
Kurapika flinched as the thoughts of his mother’s final words as the screams of his fellow clan members filled his mind. It was painful still to this day. He could feel his anger rising.
The boy did not know where the killer was but eventually they would be found, and when that day came then there would be no mercy. The sounds of an alarm blarring interrupted his thoughts. His eyes lingered down to below where police cares surrounded the building he stood on. A robbery?
Quietly as a shadow, the boy merged through the crowd of police and worried people. In front of the store, glass was shattered on the ground like tiny crystals. There were people lying on the ground of the store, display cases broken.
“Did anyone see which way the robber went?” Kurapika approached one of the citizens.
A little girl pointed down the road. She was shaking and crying. He didn’t think he could reassure her. “Stay here, make sure no one is hurt.” Kurapika told the officer.
“And who are you to give me orders!” The officer asked.
“I am from Interpol, I can handle this.” Kurapika said seriously. “Just make sure the people are not hurt.”
Before the officer could respond, Kurapika moved, faster than a shadow. Some of the rumors about the Kurta clan were true, not all but some.
The streets looked the same and for the most part no one got in his way. They were all too busy looking at the robbery sight. The street lights were flickering on and off as the streets turned darker.
His ears twitched as he heard scuffles from an alleyway. A tall man stood at a dead end, his back against the brick wall.
“Don’t move!” the man growled, a gun in his hand. Kurapika could see that his hand was shaking a bit. “I’ll shoot you.”
Kurapika ignored him, and took a few steps forward, calmly. “I told you not to move!” A shot rang out.
The bullet had barely nicked him, blood ran down his cheek, and still the boy kept walking. “Stay back!” the man yelled again.
Kurapika sighed as he held out his hand, with a flick of the wrist a metal chain shot out and wrapped around the gun knocking out of the way. The regular brown eyes of the boy were now ruby red, flashing like a demon.
“Next time you want to take on an officer.” Kurapika said. “Pick a better target.”
No. Don’t think about it. It is only worse to think about it.
‘Honey. Stay there. Don’t come out no matter what you hear.’
'Stay away!'
Kurapika flinched as the thoughts of his mother’s final words as the screams of his fellow clan members filled his mind. It was painful still to this day. He could feel his anger rising.
The boy did not know where the killer was but eventually they would be found, and when that day came then there would be no mercy. The sounds of an alarm blarring interrupted his thoughts. His eyes lingered down to below where police cares surrounded the building he stood on. A robbery?
Quietly as a shadow, the boy merged through the crowd of police and worried people. In front of the store, glass was shattered on the ground like tiny crystals. There were people lying on the ground of the store, display cases broken.
“Did anyone see which way the robber went?” Kurapika approached one of the citizens.
A little girl pointed down the road. She was shaking and crying. He didn’t think he could reassure her. “Stay here, make sure no one is hurt.” Kurapika told the officer.
“And who are you to give me orders!” The officer asked.
“I am from Interpol, I can handle this.” Kurapika said seriously. “Just make sure the people are not hurt.”
Before the officer could respond, Kurapika moved, faster than a shadow. Some of the rumors about the Kurta clan were true, not all but some.
The streets looked the same and for the most part no one got in his way. They were all too busy looking at the robbery sight. The street lights were flickering on and off as the streets turned darker.
His ears twitched as he heard scuffles from an alleyway. A tall man stood at a dead end, his back against the brick wall.
“Don’t move!” the man growled, a gun in his hand. Kurapika could see that his hand was shaking a bit. “I’ll shoot you.”
Kurapika ignored him, and took a few steps forward, calmly. “I told you not to move!” A shot rang out.
The bullet had barely nicked him, blood ran down his cheek, and still the boy kept walking. “Stay back!” the man yelled again.
Kurapika sighed as he held out his hand, with a flick of the wrist a metal chain shot out and wrapped around the gun knocking out of the way. The regular brown eyes of the boy were now ruby red, flashing like a demon.
“Next time you want to take on an officer.” Kurapika said. “Pick a better target.”