James Feryana walked the streets of New York, looking around at everyone getting ready for Christmas. You would expect James to be happy, but instead he walked the streets with his head hung low and a low growl in his mouth as people looked at him, disgust showing on their faces. The reason that the people were disgusted at James was not only the fact that James was growling, but the fact that they could see that the boy was carrying a sword. James had a habit of not leaving his house without Swift Lightening, in case he got a bit too angry and decided to tell people that he was angry the hard way. Because of that, he was usually confronted by cops, and had to unfortunately run, or in a few horrible cases fight his way out.

One of these cases was now, and he walked around a corner to find an officer glaring at him, eyes filled with disgust and anger. Why he was angry was a mystery to James, but he knew one thing. The less happy the cop, the more of a chance he had to fight his way out rather than run, and that currently seemed to be the case. As the officer began to pull out his police baton, James grabbed the hilt of Swift Lightening, and pulled out the sword with such speed that he managed to hit the officer's baton as the man was still pulling it out, sending it flying a meter away, hitting a wall then clattering onto the ground. Meanwhile, James grabbed the officer, and shoved him into a nearby alley. The man shouted loudly as he tripped on a can and fell into the otherwise empty alley. James hit the man's head with the hilt of Swift Lightening, then turned around.

A voice called out "Frank! I heard you shout. Where are you?" Another cop walked in front of the alley, holding a spare baton. [i]The second baton must be the one 'Frank' 'dropped',[i] James thought, as he ran at the officer at such a speed that James was simply a blur. He grabbed the officer's neck, and pulled him into the alleyway. The man choked, then became unconscious as James laid him on the ground. James stood, looking at the two unconscious men, a sorry look in his face. He shook his head sadly, then walked out of the alleyway, putting Swift back in her sheath. 

James turned left, leaving the alleyway and instead coming to a peaceful area. He sat down on the ground at the side of the pavement, tears streaming down his eyes like a waterfall.
"Why do I have to do this?" He cried. "Why does everyone hate me?" James cried, and nobody stopped to ask what was wrong. They looked at him, some disgustedly, a few angrily.
"Fine, if you're all going to be like that, I'll have to- have to..."

The boy couldn't force the words out of his mouth for the next few seconds, continuing to cry as people passed around him. He couldn't say the sentience that he wanted to say. The sentence he really wanted to say was; [i]' I'll have to punish you all! ' [/i] How did he intend to do that? He intended to get up, and beat everyone around him up.

So that is what he did. He got up, pulled individuals into alleyways, and beat them into unconsciousness.