"And whenever the sun came out, we played
(We didn't want to get older, we didn't want to get older)
We would run on the block all night and day
(We didn't want to get older)"

"What a mistake, saying the way I felt
I'd say my main influence is myself
And cause I started young, I learned a ton, I didn't run
La da da da da da
I was scared as and out of touch, and I was still testing my luck, oh"

He was only a boy.

He had always been small for his age.

He grew up on the streets.

The City streets.

Avoiding trouble.

Running away from trouble.

But he never followed trouble.

Not until that day.

The day he saw the beast.

The day he saw the beast attack the flying guy.

The beasts teeth had ripped into the guy's shoulder.

And they had landed on the girl.

The girl the flying boy had been chasing.

The girl that weighed nothing.

The boy had seen her around.

She was an Anomaly.

She always wore a red tophat.

She did nothing to hide it.

But when the Snatchers came,

They could never find her.

Never.

They could never find the girl in the red tophat.

Never.

The boy had watched the beast and the flyer.

They crashed into the girl.

The beast attacked her.

Something snapped.

Multiple things snapped.