Blood of the Magician

A blonde man stands in an alleyway, face half hidden in tha shadows, ciggarette in between two fingers, and gray trenchcoat suit, contrasting the colorful grafitied walls around him. Observing the sight of the alleyway opposite to him, a young man laid on the gray concrete. Looked 15 with neck length black hair. Four other boys looking to be the same age stood around him, the young man is bruised and battered, his left eye swelled shut, his nose streamed a deep steady crimson color, and scratches marked all along his face. One stepped forward. A a broad-shouldered boy varsity football jacket on him wearing it with confidence. On his side a mesmorizingly beautiful girl with crimson hair flowing behind her back like a banner of flames and deep brown eyes. The boy says "Come on Jacob, just admit you were looking at my girl's pretty face, then maybe I'll let get away with just a cracked rib or two." He replies "Fuck you. Annie how and why the hell would you ever end up with Brian the egotistical jagoff who'd date himself if he could. He can't even keep his pants down, by next week he'll probably have another toy to play with. I thought we were friends, best friends. Guess I was wrong" Brian scowls at him when Annie interjects "Yeah you were wrong, and that was when I was still a looser nobody, and even after all this time since then I still can't believe i was ever friends with a crazy freak like you. A freak that killed his own mom." She says with furrowed brows and great disdain "Shut up, I didn't kill her! She died in an accident!" he screams. She scoffs replying in a mocking tone "Really? You didnt kill her, I saw you running away from her with blood on your hands!" "SHUT THE HELL UP!" he angrily retorts, lunging towards her Annie screamed. Brian moved quickly striking Jacob in the gut. "Ughh" we hear from the boy, air having escaped him, gagging spitting out blood, kneeling "That's you little piece of shit.Sure if that's what you really want I'll teach to not mess with us. Let's go freak!" he says as he hits him once. Then a second time. Then another. The other boys joined in ganging up on him, they surrounded him, and a fury of blows fills the alleyway like the rain hammering against a metal roof. A furry of punches and kicks strike Jacob, he curled in on himself pain constant and unresting for what feels like eternity, each second being unbearable, wanting for all of it to stop "Yo, I think that's enough the guy probably learned his lesson. Let's go before he actually dies, come on babe i hear theres a party at kent's house" he remarks as Jacob's brutally beaten body curls not being even able to breath. His vission blurry. Dust covered his face. The very faint scent of blood hangs in the air. Jacob lifs his head up. Seeing them leaving a trail of laughter as they disappeared into the street. Thinking as if nothing even happened. Not even sparing a single glance to the person they heavily beaten. Left on the ground Jacob's brow furrows, a scowl appearing, his teeth barred and gritted towards his asailants, gripping the concrete fiercely. For a brief momenat his blood smeared across his face, his knuckls, the concrete glows in a deep crimson color. then vanishes shortly after he stands. Across the street the blonde man took a huff of his cigarette, speaking through a phone "Do you have confirmation the child" "Yea, yea hold yer horses mate, the kids magic shows signs but it appears it still hasn't awakened" "Seriously no awakening, not even a smidgen of magic used" "Nope not one bit, but as I said his magic are showing signs of manifesting, the lad's close, real eiekug declose". "Have you spoken to Jake about getting him enrolled" "...No" "And why not" said in an exsasperated tone "I haven't seen the man damn near 12 years mate. I wasnt even there when Maria died. And the last we saw each other wasn't exactly now was it" said in a distinct british accent "Andrew, surely times have changed, Jake's a kind and forgiving man. Plus you would've had this conversation sooner or later so why not just get it over with." "I'm not sure, why couldn't someone else do this, somone preferebly on better terms, and who didn't vote for his exilement at the Council of Errivas." "Sure, yeah, i could've sent someone else, but your his besfriend-" "Was his bestfriend past tense" "No. Is still his bestfriend present tense. Even after what happened you still are brothers in arms both of you still share a one of a kind bond. If there's anyone who can convince him to enroll Jacob to Monarcha for him to hone his talents, it's you. So do this assignment...And don't comeback until you've atleast tried a hundred times, got it !?" "Fine" "I'll do it" *click* the phone sounds as he hangs up.