Standing against a wall, deep down the back Alley. The young man was, a young girls hand rest in front of his face, a ball of fire in the girls hand. He could see just fine, that the girl was a “Demon Weapon”, but what kind he did not know. she had been yelling at him, she wanted his money. As he calmly gave it to her, she smiled and grabbed his pocket watch, and riped it from his pocket. As the two young girls took off running, he noted that a few large, and evil looking men, slowly walked after them down the side Alley. The young boy sighed, and gently brushed back his short, gray hair. As he looked to the Alley wall, he could see the shadows, and he knew he had to do something. As he closed his eyes and shock his head, he Spock in a young, but deep voice.

“Damn, just my luck. Getting mugged, and saving two girls in one day.”

   He slowly made his way from the wall, and to that alley. Along the way he would be whistling the song of death. To him it was nothing more then just a simple, song. But to the men that could here it coming, it was a omen, of death. A song that toll like that of deaths bells, but as the men turned to face death, all they saw was a small kidd, standing at the end of the alley. All the men had laughed, to be scared but to only find a kidd, it was funny. But soon the laughter had died, and the largest of the men, stepped up. As he spook, his load, and booming voice could have been hurried a mile away.

Man #1: “I am the leader, of this gang. And kid’s, that come down my alley get hurt.”

The boy didn’t move once, as he stood there he keep his head low, and his eyes closed. But after the man had got done talking, he rised his head and opened his eyes. And to the large man, the eyes that staryed him down, were not the eyes of a simple kidd, but eyes as red as blood itself. They seemed to have given off there own glow in the dem alliy light, but the boy still did not say a word. The large man was now getting really mad, he did not like being not spocken to. The man moved closer to the boy, and rised his large arms, and swing for the boys head. But all the small boy did to stop this attack, was move his arm above his own head, and grib it. Stoping the attack with no real effect to the boy. The man tryed and tryed again, and again, but with every attack, the boy blocked the same way. The large man, being as he was so large, had got tired fast, as the man just stood there, breathing heavly, all the kidd had to do, was push him over with one finger. The man hit the ground with a large boom, and now this young boys eye’s looked over the rest of the so called gang. The men knew, that is there leader couldn’t win, they had no way of winning. So like any rat that nows it’s had, they all charged the boy at once, but the young boy was no longer in the mood for little games. So faster then any man, could ever see, the boy drew his twin guns, and fired. And by the time the empty clips of the guns could hit the ground, the men were all dead. Now the boy looked to the two sceared girls, that went from all evil smiles, to holding each other in horror. He walked over the the two, for he could here them crying. He now spock, but in a more gentle voice, as in a way to clam them some.