Chiara Marino, Excerpt #6: The Blue Boy



Excerpt #6: The Blue Boy
     The fighters landed on the street, paused in their battle. One of the fighters was a man in a business suit who looked like he had been swallowed by a dark cloud. The other was probably close to her age, wearing sweatpants, combat gloves, and a t-shirt. He looked like a normal teen boy, except that his whole body glowed blue.
     The cloud-man jumped and flew through the air, landing behind the blue boy and grabbing him around the neck. The boy used gravity to throw himself through the man’s legs, consequently flipping the man forwards. The man landed on his back.
      The boy placed a hand on the man’s head and said, “Be swept clean.”
      Chiara saw the black smoke peel away from the man. It quickly surrounded the boy, enshrouding him in darkness. Then an explosion of blue swirling wind ripped the cloud apart until only the boy remained.
      Now that he was facing her, Chiara saw clearly that the Blue Boy was Peter. She gasped and his head snapped in her direction.
      She hid behind the tree, covered her mouth, and braced herself. She heard nothing except the rustle of the wind through the leaves of the tree. Then she peered around to find that Peter was gone.

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