Bab 1: Red
A patter of feet ran through the ran, splashes of puddles going onto the scarred feet. A boy in a red hoodie ran through the abandoned neighborhood, shadows following close behind. The sky was grey with a mixture of red, half eaten birds flying through the barely seen clouds. "You can't run." Echoed a voice huskily, it almost seeming to be behind the boy. A sudden black hand reached from the shadows, grabbing the boy by the leg, tripping him into a puddle.
Tears ran down his face, mud dripping from his chin as his brown eyes followed a pair of feet, getting closer and closer. Until they stopped in front of him. As his blurred vision went away, he saw the face of the devil. A smile being stretched to his ears, wrinkles being around his smile and eyes. The eyes being nothing but black, black enough to see your reflection. It had black horns, having a nose ring. It looked like a human version of a Red Bull.
As the rain drenched his black overcoat, his hand reached forward, yanking back the hood of the boy. His body looked human, with his head looking like nothing but a mask. "Don't run, Sammy." It told the boy, his hand creeping to his cheek, his thumb wiping away his tears.
The short haired boy slowly looked over his shoulder, a terrified looking being on his face, his eyes wide enough to almost pop out. The shadow figured hand still had a hold of his leg, but the rest of the shadows stopped. Like they were obeying a command. "Look at me," demanded the devil, gripping his chin, "look at me!" Sammy's neck nearly broke as he was forced to look at the figure.
"You shouldn't have ran. It would've been quick and painless," the masked man chuckled, gripping the boy's head, "but now? Now it'll be much worse." With that, he let go. His body slowly stood, the sound of cracking coming from his body. Sammy's eyes looked at the man, snot running down his nose. "Please no!" He begged, lowering his head in a begging manner. The devil watched the boy, the sound of happy chuckling coming from him. With a flick of its wrist, the boy was drug into the darkness, his screams echoing until he disappeared. The man turned away, taking off his mask and tucking it under his overcoat. He took out a rag from his coat's pocket, wiping away the small ounce of blood from his hands. He threw it across the street, before snapping his bony fingers.
Within a second, the world became normal. Many children running around him. Some being on bicycles, others being on skateboards. It almost looked like he was in a different dimension than before. "Good morning Mr. Rodgers!" Called a girl, riding past him. "Good morning." He said in a kind manner. His hazel eyes following the girl, his long hair flowing in the slight breeze. He had a few stubs of hair on his chin and jawline, but overall he looked normal. The man, Alex Rodgers, starts humming a tune. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked off, the others not knowing what he had just done.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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