At the corner of the street where the light was still working, he stopped to pet a stray cat. The boy was young, with a shock of white hair, a shade I'd generated from a list of particularly untrustworthy colours. As I floated closer to him he stood up, flicking the side ponytail off from one shoulder to the other. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Are you really gonna to let them get away just like that?"
Icy blue eyes glared at me. He adjusted the bag he kept slung over his shoulder and turned away, walking off with steps I'd engineered to seem as haughty as possible.
"I am tired." His voice was cool; he did not look back as he spoke.
I was the one who had summoned him here, with a bolt of blue lightning visible only to myself. Usually, when humans knew they had disobeyed the plot - and that I had noticed - they stepped back in line. This one was by no means a single outlier, but he was breaking a comfortable pattern I had sunk into in the past few years. I zipped down the electric supply and manifested again before him.
On the opposite pavement, the bullies sauntered forth in a zig-zagged line, like backup dancers entering the stage. The leader side-eyed my charge, her Greek nose giving her face a rugged silhouette. I looked at him again.
"Well?" I boomed the word into his mind.
Something seemed to flash in his eyes, looking at her, but then he turned to me, letting out a sigh. "No. The deal is off. But I guess there never really was a deal, was there?"
"No," I smiled. "Despite what I promised, I really can't solve anyone's troubles. Not even if they do exactly as I say."
He scowled. "And you say I'm the crook here."
I watched the expression die on his face, his steely face as he let the emotion slide. The jumble of keys clattered together as he pulled it out of his pocket and chucked it at me. They were keys to the lockers, which he would have utilised to sabotage those schoolmates of his, had things gone according to plan. He turned, and he begun the long walk to the train station.
Maybe, in time, I would create another budding antagonist out of this foggy city. Until then, though, perhaps the story could be left alone for a bit.