A runaway orphan fights his way through the world with some assistance of a few 'friends.'
"Leave before I make you," Matthew spat, taking a threatening step towards a large man covered in tattoos, piercings, and scars.
The man smirked and asked, "And how exactly do you expect to do that? You're just a boy!"
Matthew smiled viciously. His opponent was right, of course; he was a teenage boy, dressed in clothes that could be mistaken for rags, and he was alone. Or at least, the man had assumed that Matthew was alone.
He could not have been more wrong.
Another step towards the man and Matthew's face was only a matter of inches from his. "Watch and learn, old man. Watch and learn."
He threw his head back and screamed a blood curdling scream. Instantly, the sky darkened with storm clouds. A few moments later, something burst out of the cloud; it wasn't lightning, though...
It was a shadow, a ghost, holding a five foot long spear and it was flying straight towards the man that had been invading Matthew's territory.
The last thing the man heard before the spear tore through his body was Matthew saying, "I told you I'd make you leave."