The butterfly on halloween(Open)

Sijel roamed in a distant town. The wind rushed through his hair as the loud noise of everyone around him invaded his ears. His head hung low as he seemed to be in a state of despair. His sanity was only half stable right now. It was almost halloween and he didn't know why, but for some reason he always lost himself during holloween. It's been gettting worse these past years as well since he discovered his abilities and such. His feet dragged across the ground as he trugged through the streets his aura dripping like a faucet. If listened in closely the sound of his breath could be heard. It was like one was struggling to put air into his lungs to feed his mind.

After a few minutes of walking he fell into a crowd of people. His body didn't stop and his mind didn't think of what he was doing. Sijel hadn't even known he was in Old Switzerland, instead he thought he was walking the streets of russia cause that was the last thing he thought about before he fell into this pit of insanity. After heading another seven people one guy finally stopped him. The guy said nothing he just turned sijel around and punched him in the face with no warning. Sijel was knocked off his feet and fell to the ground as the guy got on top of him.

Behind the man stood two kids and his wife. The kids cheered as the man beat on sijel, but the cheers turned to screams when a large blade cut the man in two. His body fell and sijel sat up holding his abnormally large paper cutter like blade. He looked around, eyes a small as they could get. A smile began to creep across his face. And like a switch to turn on a light, his aura erupted from him and butterflies rushed out of his long detective like jacket. They rushed out and exploded on anything they touched and screams echoed through the streets. Sijel just looked around as if he was half asleep, yet wide awake. In the time span of a few seconds Switzerland changed from happy and bustling to chaotic.