The Corners of Existence (Ace)

Pertaining to the topic of realization through observation, William Anderson gained a great deal of knowledge through experience. After a childhood of bliss through the busy lives of his parents caused him to disappear from their worlds, he began to notice just how wonderful a world in which he could do whatever he wanted as long as it passed under the watchful eye of those around him. William lost his parents to the business world almost in the same sense that other children lose their parents to death, but he found only an intrusive nature when he needed to uproot and move to a much more watchful environment.

He longed for the freedom allowed to him by parents who spared him no time, and felt smothered by the more structured life he inherited when his parents left the country. To avoid the constant attention given to him he began to take interest in the cleaning schedule of the custodial staff of the school. They began their rounds with the smaller rooms in the fine arts and English wings before making their final rounds into the science departments. With a notebook and an imagination, William spent the hours to himself until the time to make his way back to his grandmother's house came.

During the final moments of light William begins his final trek. The local city bus reminds him of the avoidance he can still possess even in the sight of others. The lives and the entanglements blind them to anyone not within their general vicinity, leaving William in his perfect place in their lives.

Ace stepped out of the building into the streets of LA, the sun coated the city in a warm glow. Ace looked down at the piece of paper Ashley had given him, he was going to see a man called William Anderson, underneath the name was a address that he hadn't heard of, not to surprising, seeing as Ace spent most of his time in the city. Ace hailed a taxi and got in. At the wheel of the taxi was a large Eurasian man with fists the size of watermelons, Ace was surprised he wasn't a bodyguard. '"Where to governa?" Asked the man in an unfitting cockney accent
"That was not the accent I was expecting" Ace said under his breath, Ace rattled off the address and sat back in the plastic covered seat. Five minutes into the trip, the cockney eurasian man piped up again "Wait a second" exclaimed the man "You're tha' Ace guy, ain't ya?". Ace breathed in deeply, the problem of being a superhero was that sometimes you can get recognized, sometimes that's a good thing, but sometimes you can get recognized for the wrong thing, and when the local pub gets destroyed by your battle, someone will be pissed. "Yes I am" Ace answered, expecting the car to stop and to be immediately thrown out, but it didn't, and he wasn't "My daughter don't 'alf fancy you, you don't suppose I could get 'n autograph?" asked the large man, Ace's jaw almost hit the floor, that had gone way to well. 
The cab pulled in to a driveway of a suburban household. Ace got out of the car and the cab pulled away, Ace was all alone now, he walked up to the door glancing down at the paper one last time before knocking on the door. He knocked on the door 3 times swiftly, hoping it was the right house.

A clear voice of many sounded from the living room in the fullest of action. Hands applauded a well tenor voice leading the commotion, drowning out the sound of the arrival to the unassuming inhabitants. Clouds hung intertwined in the dirty sky of the dusk while the wind gently picked up just enough force to scatter fallen leaves across the lawn. Several seconds passed without the slightest movement from within giving any attention to the door.

A crumpling of grass strode up to the house rummaging through his backpack for a key. "Are you lost?" William intuitively knew the kid wouldn't come to see his grandmother, and he held no memory of ever seeing this kid in his life. Pulling the key from his bag, he continued his stride across the lawn and came closer to Ace. A leaf impaled itself through the lace of his tennis shoe, prompting him to reach down past the cuff of his jeans in front of the porch. "Or are you from a tutor or something?" The length of the day compounded on the humidity of the city rustled his blonde hair into something of a stye. When he regained his stance he brushed off his button up shirt flat over his belt.

Ace waited, no one came to the door, he pressed his ear against the door, He couldn't make out the conversation, but he could hear that there was something going on, nothing short of Ace kicking the door in would get the attention of the occupants. Ace stepped backwards and pondered this idea, before he could decide that kicking the door in was the best idea he was interrupted by a man, he looked like he'd just been out, this man could be his way in. "No, I'm not lost, at least I don't think so" Ace explained to the man "I'm looking for a Will Anderson, Bliss said he lives hereWould you mind helping me find him, kinda an end-of-the-world situation thing." Ace looked at the man, assessing whether he was a threat or not, Ace had been doing this more and more lately, maybe it was his trust in the human race slipping or maybe it was because he didn't want to be kidnapped again. knowing that there was someone out to get you did that to a person, in Ace's case there was a couple. The man standing in front of him clearly wasn't an. assassin, if he was, he wasn't a good one, from what Ace could tell he wasn't concealing a weapon, but you could never be sure. Ace made a mental note to keep his hands within grabbing distance of something he could use as a weapon.