A Touch Within

Walking in the forest he looked up, wondering what he was doing here. He just wanted peace he guessed. Valentine looked around, seeing if there was anyone amiss. How he can really mess up his life, first with the schools and now here, where was he to go if they wouldn't accept him here.

"God...just wish there was at least one friend out there." His eyes looked up, his eyes staring into the eyes of those that he had killed so long ago. My powers, my blessing killed them. They all deserved it.

His back leaned upon the same tree, his eyes looking up at the sky. His eyebrow raised up as he saw the boy up in the tree. "Is that smoke I see?" He said in an accusing fatherly like way. If it was, he was going to go berserk. If it is, I am going to swat it out and then swat him. A young boy shouldn't be smoking. It is just plain dumb. Stupid smoking dips this world has in it

The glass shards ripped through the air towards the book and towards where the smoke was coming from. Little brat! His eyes looked round wondering if anyone would know of his attacking of this child.

"Don't ignore people. It isn't polite. Also, come down here." He lowered the glass towards him, the glass setting down more than he wanted. Crap...stop failing on me!

"Urg..." it was all he could say as he climbed towards the top of the tree towards the boy. "When I get my hands on you I am going to take that cigarrete and crush it along with whatever else you have. If you were eighteen or so, I wouldn't care!" The eighteen year old said, gaining ground. The glass formed into a rose and went into his pocked.