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THE STREET

Streets, they are everywhere. Each street is always different. There are wealthy streets, ok streets, and poor streets. There are two kind of streets, ones that are safe and others that you should really be careful.

There was one particular street in New York that was very long and covered in darkness. It only had a couple of streetlights in each block.

It was a very rundown street with garbage everywhere, with a few poor looking cars that each had at least one broken window, tires were missing and each car was dented somewhere. It didn't help that it was raining heavily. The buildings were very poor looking and most of them were abounded.

There were a lot of homeless people in the alleys that looked like they were freezing to death, trying to shield themselves from the rain .

Out of the darkness there was a man walking down the street, at the middle were the cars drive. You couldn't see his face because he was wearing a black cloak with the hood covering his face. He was caring what looked like a large book, but it seems that he didn't care that it was raining and that it was getting wet.

No one in that street had anything of value, specially at night and there was a reason for it.

At the far end you could see five motorcycles coming up the street. The bikes were Suzuki GSX R750, all black.

The five people riding saw the man in the cloak walking down the street.The rider in front made a signal to the others and started to ride around him, circling the mysterious person. The man in the cloak stopped walking. They got of their bikes and took their helmets of.

They all looked like grown men that look like they just enjoy making other people suffer.

They saw what the man in the cloak was carrying. It was big and old and sometimes old meant valuable. They thought that could get them some cash, if they sold it for the right price. "That's a big book you carry there, you wouldn't mind if took it from you, would you" said the man who apparently was the leader.

The others started laugh. "Or we could just beat you to the ground and take it, whichever you prefer" he said with a smug look.

Only four of them seem to carry weapons. One had a chain wrapped around his torso, an other had a crowbar, the shortest had a 2 by 4, the one who didn't have a weapon was a big guy, who could crush you with one hand, and the leader held a gun that was pointing at the covered figure.

"So which one is it going to be" he said, taking the safety off. The hooded figure stayed silent. "Alright then have it your way, boys teach him a lesson." They started to walk towards the hooded figure.

10 minutes later…

There is a reason why no one has anything of value in that street.

In the dark street of New York you could see a hooded figure carrying a large book… and riding a black motorcycle down the street. Back up the street, you could see five men in the ground who were heavily injured and needed a doctor right away.

If you have anything of value in that street, somebody will appear and take it from you if you aren't strong enough to protect it.

The hooded figure knew that very well.

He stopped at a building to his left that didn't look any better than the others. He went around to the back of the building and parked the bike there. He went inside, an as expected the inside was the same as the outside. It was all in darkness, there were no lights. He went down the hall that lead to the stairs.

Each step he took made the stairs make a noise, by that you could tell the stairs were very old. He went all the way to the top floor.

There were a lot of doors in the dark hallway. He kept walking until he stopped at very end of the hallway and unlocked the door to his right.

It was a small room with a bed at the right side of the room, next to the bed there was a small closet, a desk with a lamp at the left side of the room, a chair next to the desk, a mirror in the wall in top of the desk, and at the opposite side from the door a window that give the only light in the room.

The man put the book on the desk and turned on the lamp.

With the light on you could see pictures on the wall next to the mirror. In the picture there was a man who had his arm around a woman with three kids in front of them. They all had a smile on there face, they looked very happy.

The picture next to it had only the three kids, two boys and one girl. The older boy was all wet, from head to toe, he had an annoyed face. The other two were laughing and pointing at him.

The third picture were of the parents. The man had both his arms around the woman and both looked very happy.

The man in the small room stared at the pictures for a while.

He stooped looking at the pictures and turned towards the mirror and took of his hood. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He had a good looking face. It looked like he hadn't shaved for a couple of days. He had black hair that reached just above his eyes. His eyes were dark brown, but they held no life in them. His eyes were so empty that didn't show any emotion. This man had been through a lot, you could see it in his face.

He sat down and opened the book. There was a lot of writing, but it didn't look like english. It was a different language. But it seems that he understood it.

He started reading, looking for something. After a couple of hours of reading and flipping through the pages, he found what he was looking for.

It was very faint and was only for a second, but he actually gave a very small smile.

He closed the book and stood up. He walked towards the window and looked outside. It was still raining and there was thunder and lighting now.

He looked at the city with his dead eyes for some time.

"Things weren't supposed to be this way" he spoke in a quite voice. The young man started walking back to the desk and stared at the pictures again. He reached up and touched the picture with the entire family in it. "I will change everything…that I promise."

Author's notes: The cloak that his wearing looks like organization XIII clothes from Kingdom Hearts, if you ever played it.