"So...now parents or relatives, and the only thing you remember is waking up in here?" an aged man of Chinese descent asked the boy sitting silently at the corner of the table, while he placed a bowl of warm, freshly cooked noodles before him.
Zhang Lau and his wife, Pin Yin, ran a humble flowershop in Chinatown New York for most of their married lives without causing any bit trouble. Yet out of nowhere, the whole world fell around them, with simple people they knew for hears turning into little less than maddened animal, killing and hurting everything and everyone around them. The pair could little more than lock themselves and survive with the few rations they had left in the shop. Days went by as they watched their once quiet neighborhood being malformed into something akin to a warzone. But the greatest surprise for the pair would arrive when they found a lone child within their otherwise cellar, sleeping peacefully upon a bed of fresh Lotus Flowers.
"I only know that my name is Ning, but I don't remember my family...I think I have a father...and two older brothers..." its had been like this ever since he woke up, as if his mind was covered by a thick cloud. The only bundled memories he could actually perceive were pictures of himself playing in the sea,but nothing that a child wouldn't do as a toddler. Still Zhangs look remained suspicious, until his wife broke off the mood.
"Oh just lay off with the interrogation for now Zhang, it is obvious that the boy wishes us now harm. In fact, we should be thanking Ning for sharing his food with us..." It was true, that besides the clothes on his back-a red athletic jacket with jeans and black shoes- the only other thing that the mystery boy carried with him was a bag with enough rations to survive for weeks, as well as a pair of expensive looking rollerblades. And even Ning himself didn't know how they ended up with him.
For a few seconds, he nibbled on his instant ramen as both him and Zheng waited for Pinyin to come to the table, his eyes wandering around the place, looking at the pictures upon the shelves until his eyes paused upon a very unique object. Forgetting his meal instantly, Ning stood up and reached for the small ivory statue of a child with multiple arms, each one holding a different object.
"What is this?" a near dumbfounded Ning asked. He felt as if this was a precious object, a beacon of sorts, and the two eyes shaped eyes of liliac eyes shed small rays of revealing light into the darkness of his memories.
"Just a souvenir...you see when I was young I used to work as a taxi driver, and the boss had a statue like this in every cab. Its supposed to be the guardian of drivers..."
"Nezha!" the boy completed, the name escaping his lips effortlessly as he took one last look over the statue. Was this some sort of revelation for him? "I have to go..." Ning said to the elderly couple, and now it was their turn to look on in question "I am needed somewhere else."