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Chapter Two

The boy held his knees to his chest, the sound of bones cracking and flesh ripping echoed through the dark room. He cried, but to no avail, no one came to rescue the forgotten child. A cursed child is left to rot, glass cages kept hold on his fragile, weak body. No one wanted him, and thus the boy was left alone to cry.

Tom gently blew in through the lid of his coffee. It was a simple Americano with a dose of vanilla, the warmth of the hot cup reached the palms of his hands, but his pit-eyes were held out through the window. 
Currently, the Brit sat near the door inside the cafe, watching as snow began to sweep in through the streets of London. 

Disregarding the rest of the voices in the room, Tom's thoughts roamed to his former poor introduction to a super hero. He wasn't familiar with the name, so for now, he'd call the masked man... Tom took a glance at the cup he held between his hands.

Vanilla.

God, that sounded gay.

Thomas's thoughts were interrupted when someone decided to turn the TV on full blast, which was held in the corner of the room on the wall. His eyes regretfully looked at the dimly lit screen.

"-detectives have discovered bodies on the previous case from early this morning. A man to be identified as Jake Gilmore has been punctured five times in the chest with a shotgun, as his body was burnt close to ashes. The second body is yet to be identifies, as it seems the person may not exist in police database," The news anchor paused for a moment, setting her two fingers on the earpiece in her right ear. The continued once more, "police say that a villain that has yet to be identified is at fault for the terrible outcome-"

Tom grunted at the news, turning his head back to the window. It already began to blizzard, causing Thomas to quickly jump out of his chair and speed-walk out the door. He knew if he stayed any longer, he may not be able to reach his apartment.

"Police say to stay in doors at all cost, the criminal may not hesitate to harm anyone on the streets, this is not a drill. Stay safe, London. This was News 101, reporting out."

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Thomas hurried down the street, holding his arms around his torso as he knew he should've brought his jacket with him. A small visible breath left Tom's lips, teeth chattering at the cold breeze rushing through London.

He glanced around, seeing that the streets were oddly empty... He shrugged off the view, only wanting to get back home and snuggle in a blanket with some hot chocolate, since he stupidly left his costly drink back at the cafe.

Screaming suddenly erupted through the city, making Tom stop in his tracks, his empty eyes widening. He glanced around him, but no one seemed to be in sight... He continued his fastened pace, only growing more anxious at every step.

Another scream.

Thomas at this point, began to run down the sidewalk, cursing under his breath. He wasn't in the mood to die, at least not at the moment. His legs suddenly buckled underneath him, making him freeze. What the- He tried to move, but to no avail. Come on dammit, move your sorry ass! Wait, what was that smell...?

Tom almost hacked at the smell entering his nostrils, making a smell step back as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand. It was disgusting, almost like burning... flesh... Oh god, the news, there was probably a warning after Tom left. He cursed loudly to himself, now on full defense as his eyes darted everywhere.

"MAMA!" Tom's legs began to move towards the scream. What was he doing? He was no hero, he couldn't save whoever was in danger, but he kept moving. His brain and heart fighting against one another, his legs only moved faster.

Until he turned the corner, and stopped, his breath leaving his lungs.