The last thing I remember before waking up here is laying on my death bed dying of old age praying that the next life I have will be filled with joy and a family. I have never had a family before when I was born the nuns said they found me on there doorstep with the umbilical cord still attached no card no basket or blanket just a naked baby crying on the ground, they scooped me up feed me gave me clothes to wear a roof over my head. The first few years at the orphanage the nuns couldn’t control me for some reason I thought my problems were all their fault, I was fighting stealing use to pick on the pets around town you name it I did it a bad egg they would call me. On my 10 birthday which was the day they found me I ran away from there and ended up on the streets. I was barely surviving but survive I did, I was a fighter a pretty good one too even though I was malnourished I still knocked a few guys out before they took me down. Stealing became an art form for me as well when I first started out I use to get caught all the time but as a grew older it be became easier, I could walk behind a fat cat an steal right out of their pockets without them noticing. On one particular day I saw this old man walking down the street an easy mark I thought so I followed him, as I watched him I started noticing the smaller things he fed ducks, barely ate anything helped old ladies across the road like a boy scout and gave lollies to the small children, where were you when you I needed bread where were you when I needed lollies 

“where were you”

I hated the old man and seeing his actions I wanted to kill him. I followed the old man onto the toilet block I had the knife in hand ready to stab him I crept up behind him but when I went to plunge to knife into his back he disappeared, rubbing my eyes I couldn’t believe what just happened I looked around trying to find a trace of him but I couldn’t Till I felt a tap on my shoulder, 

“why hello young man an how are you today, ohhh is that a knife in your hand what do you plan on doing with that thing”

an eerily voice sounded in my ear, as I turned around I saw the old man but he looked different for some reason I turned pale from fright, he no longer looked old and decrepit he was a lot taller now his hair no longer dishellved  and had a look in his eyes like a wild beat about to eat his pray. I dropped the knife in my hand an fell backwards 

“well see here young man if you wanted to kill me you should learn to cover up your blood lust I could feel it from the moment you started following me, such a nice colour soul you have so much rage so much anger at the world a bright red soul like fire never doused when waters thrown on it always moves with the wind never yielding I like that kind of soul how about this if you can cut me ill let you follow me, I’ll give you a roof over your head food on the table and a bed to sleep in”

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Hiro picked himself up off the ground with the knife in hand he hacked and slashed at the old man never really hitting him as he tried to catch his breath an idea came to mind he feigned that he was going to slash him when the old man moved he threw the blade at him slicing his cheek seeing the old man’s  shocked expression he took advantage tackled  him to the ground and started hitting him till his hands were bloody after feeling to tired to even lift up his hands and a smug look on his face he looked at the old man whose face had an evil grin, the old man didn’t have a mark on him Hiro looked at his hands and noticed that it was his own blood and broken bones then he passed out. When he woke up he was in a little room and his hands were miraculously healed he tried to get his bearing but he was still a little weak the old man walked an and said there was food on the table he when you’re ready, he got up went to the table and ate he had a million questions running through his end but didn’t end up asking them so he kept quiet. He ate his food while looking at the old man who sat opposite him who looked like he was meditating. Once Hiro was done knife still in hand he threw it at the old man, not opening his eyes the old man caught it between 2 fingers twirled it around a couple times then threw it back to Hiro. As the blade soar past his head he turned to watch the blade where he saw a fly get sliced in two. The old man had a smug grin on his face, Hiro fed up with the old man’s smugness got up an turned to leave, the old man looked at him 

“where are you going”

 Hiro turned to him an said

“I’m going back I don’t like the look on your face when you think you’re all that you old fool” 

“going back, back to where you have no home there remember I saw you, were living on the streets, no one wants a kid like you give it up stay here this is your home now remember you managed to cut my cheek”

Hiro looked at the old man then his hands 

“I don’t like lies old fool, I may have cut your face but before I passed out I saw my hands they were destroyed an yet when I saw you face it was fine seeyah”

“tsk tsk tsk the youths of today I’ll turn you into a real fine man hahahaha”

Hiro made his way outside what he saw he has never seen this sort of view before he was up high on the highest mountain peak he was so high that he could see clouds beneath his feet, there were birds that only could be described in legends, he looked behind him the house he walked out of was carved into the mountain peak in his entire life Hiro would never have dreamt that he could see this sort of view, he looked at into the distance thinking to himself this could be home. The old man stood beside Hiro not saying anything they both stood side by side and looked out into the distance watching the clouds beneath their feet like the waves in the ocean, the birds flew high above them, there was a lake in the distance that looked like the gods had placed it there the fish inside were the size of whales this place was a paradise, nothing was said between the two as they stood in silence.