Chương 1: .Prologue.
.Nobody chooses what they want to be.
.Nobody chooses how dangerous they are.
.But when their power is discovered.
.Bad things happen.
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The almost black slush snow of the street scattered in sloshing icy clumps out from under high black boots with each step they took, the black, broken and scarred clothed male rushed quickly through the deserted city street. It's shoes leaving footprints on the wet snow, as voices echoed from a close enough valley, the cold substance slowly cleaning off the blood from the boots. Who thought that running from a huge group full of magicians and scientists would be a good idea.
The frigid winter night had chills bitting up and down their spine, sending a freezing feeling at any open skin or wound. Bitting at the wounds scattered all over their chest, back, and arms. Hot breath misting in eerie puffs trough the freezing winter night. Using all their leftover strength to running, its eyes scattering back and forth looking for a possible hiding place.
Noticing a small alley, its end leading into a dark shadowed forest, turning on the heel, nearly tripping, panic spreading quickly throughout the body, sharp daggers poking their lungs, making the breathing harder.
"He went this way! To the left!" the yell echoed in the street, with multiple quick footsteps following after.
The shock of his feet hitting the cement ricocheted all the way up his legs, throat felt like it's cracked and bleeding. Pumping up his chest and arms just to stay ahead of the pile of the black-clothed crowd of various magicians and killers. Like being chased by a goddamn wild animal.
The forest approached him, gathering up all of his strength to cast a quick spell, trying to make an illusion. To fool the chasing crowd.
"There he is!" One of the magicians yelled, pointing at the black wounded figure, their eyes sending continuous spikes at the back of the neck.
"Shoot him!" Another magician shouted, aiming a gun at the panicking, running figure.
Finally finishing the spell, it dropped it, creating another figure like a copy, which ran straight into the forest, whilst the original one itself turned the last second and ran straight to a bush.
Crouching down in the bush, its leaves hiding the fluffy black hair as the crowd jolted past him chasing the copy. Heart beating like crazy as he peeked out from the bush, seeing the black clothing taking a sharp turn on the heel to right. breathing heavily, the hot breath freezing at the misty air.
"How did he escape." letting out a slight gasp, he backed away, further into the bush. The gravel under him didn't even slide as he rushed out of view, sharpening his ears to listen to the talker.
"We don't know sir. There were no hints of magic." a small-sized male in a white coat rumbled quietly, politely to the person next to them.
"Then there is someone who helped them from the inside." the husky-voiced man spoke, dressed in a black suit and black techwear gloves. That definitely was the godfather. "Take Siwoo under suspicion. We will question him later.''
His eyes widened at the sudden shock, my breath hicking in my sore throat. The wounds tingling like daggers. Smoothly and slowly backing up, holding the cold breath.
"Don't worry much, we will eventually find him, and if not. He will most likely not survive." The black-coated man smirked, whilst guiding the smaller male to follow him, turning around and the snow, making a popping sound as they jaywalked further away...
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.This kind of raw power.
.In the hands of the wrong people.
.Can cause a war.
.Or mass chaos.
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