alright, both Cinder and Blake are tied (since one of my friends who doesn't comment texted me) so much there will be a poll between just those two, I'll have it set up at the end of this chapter.

3rd POV
The rain was pouring on the low levels of Mistral. A lone boy was walking with his hands in his ragged coat pockets, his name was Y/N, an orphan for as long as he could remember. He went under the small bridge to get out of the rain, he shivered himself to sleep. On a beach an asteroid hit, creating a massive plume of wet sand.
Hobo: what the?
He walked over to the asteroid and looked at it.
Hobo: what is that?
A young girl ran along the beach, he had a red ponytail, she is no older than the age of 14.
Hobo: children today.
He looked at the black rock and walked away. It cracked open and a black sludge poured out and began to move across the wet sand.
Y/N laid on the ground as he heard the sounds of screaming and gunshots, Mistral is a nice place when you're high up, sometimes they come down, but the poor don't attack, oh no, the rich have so much influence, messing with them is suicide. Y/N gripped the ground as a tear escaped his eyes, he's cold and hungry.
?????: hey kid.
The beaten 14 year old opened his eyes as a woman stood above him.
?????: are you alright?
Y/N: w-who....are you.
?????: my name is Katie, Katie Nikos.
Y/N: did you come to beat me up like the rest?
Katie: no, I wanted to know if you were alright, you're cold and you're wet, and it looks like you haven't eaten much in the last few days.
?????: Mom!
A red head in a ponytail ran up.
?????: Mom, I just saw the most wonderful thing, this rock, look how it sparkles.
Katie: Pyrrha....it's beautiful, honey, could you find your father.
Pyrrha: sure thing.
Pyrrha ran off, leaving Katie alone with Y/N. She reached into her purse and pulled out an apple.
Katie: I know it isn't much, but you need it more.
Y/N: t-thank you.
He put the apple close to his chest and went back to sleep. She walked to a store across the way, bought a blanket and put it over him.
Katie: do well.
She walked off with her daughter and husband. Y/N breathed out as another tear escaped his eye. Above him, handing from the bottom from the bridge was the black sludge, moving quick. It rested down at the boy and stretched.  Y/N was asleep, breathing heavy and wet from head to toe, the blanket definitely helping him stay slightly warm.
The sludge swung towards the wall and moved down it, reaching forward inch by inch. Lightning struck, lighting up the bridges giving a quick glimpse of the sludge in the light as it moved down more and more. Lightning struck again, creating a shadow for the sludge, making it look like it had teeth and a face.
Y/N slept, gripping the blanket as the sludge reached to the ground and moved towards the sleeping orphan. It went beneath the blanket and latched onto his leg, slowly climbing. His breath could be seen when he breathed out. It continued to climb his arm, covering his skin. It went inside the boy, laying dormant until he woke from his sleep. The lightning struck again, lighting up the bottom of the bridge.

This is how it's gonna be, comment next to the name, meaning I better see some comment numbers to the right of the screen, across from the names. It just makes my life incredibly easy, I'm not going to count the ones that aren't attached to a comment, it's too much of a headache to count everything.

Blake

Cinder