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This is an idea I've had in my mind for some time now. Yes, I suppose the plotline might bear some similarity to X-men, but I did try to avoid that as much as possible. I hope you guys really enjoy this
“Hey, where’d he go!?”
“No clue. The bastard must’ve ran out into the woods.”
“Well then, follow him, damn it! Don’t let that little demon get away!”
“Sir, it’s almost seven o’ clock and it’s already dark, as it is. There’s no way we’ll find him at night, especially in the forest.”
“…Damn it. Alright, alert the highway patrolmen and every nearby town. The boy will have to come out in the open at some point. …Once he does, he’s as good as dead. Alright, head back to town! Clear out!”
The leaves rustled, twigs broke beneath his feet, and his heart felt ready to explode out of his chest, …but that wouldn’t stop him from running for his life. He didn’t know why he was being chased, let alone why the officers were intending to end his short-lived time on Earth. …He couldn’t even recall ever giving them reason to, no matter how vague the cause was. …But, no matter the reason, they were set on their goal…and he was set on his, …to live.
In 1952, he was hunted down for reasons unknown. In 2012, the reason is now known, …though it’s not a very good one. Put simply, …he was different. What better explanation could be given for his status as an outlaw, which he received sixty years ago at the age of fourteen? Most of the world didn’t even know in his early years what made him so hated. …In modern times, it’s common knowledge. If it could be categorized as one word, it would be this: …evolution. Human beings are no longer the dominant species on the planet, slowly being weeded out by the smallest of organisms, …germs…and viruses. After all, how do you kill an enemy you can’t see or relieve yourself of a disease you can’t cure? …It was inevitable that even Homo sapiens would soon be forced to adapt…to evolve…to mutate, …and that they did. …Not since the extinction of the Neanderthals hundreds of millennia ago has more than one species of human flourished on the Earth at the same time…and this time around, there were four.
Homo sapiens have since adopted the name Normals, …as they should, …because the other three species are far from it. They’re now recognized as eighty percent of the human population, …though the other three are slowly increasing in number.
Homo polleo, recognized better by their nickname…Cardiacs. The most common of the three mutations, they account for eleven percent of the human population. The mutation itself…is in the muscles. The human body is normally composed of three types of muscle tissue: skeletal, smooth, and cardiac. The Cardiacs themselves possess only the latter. While it is normally found only in the heart, their mutation has caused it to generate across the entire body. And since cardiac muscle is infamous for its high resistance to fatigue, …you can only imagine the effects it yields to the population of humans that share its name. …Of course, there is always a price to pay for power. While most are just as kind-hearted as the average human being, Cardiacs have been made a common target for prejudice and false accusation, primarily in the criminal background, since their discovery as a species. But, even with this said, …at least, for the most part, they can still live peacefully alongside Normals.
Homo pennipotens, better known as…Kites. Less common than Cardiacs, they account for seven percent of the human population. The mutation itself…is in the lungs. Normals, as well as every other group of human beings, normally possess only two of regular volume. The lungs of the Kites have dramatically expanded in size, but what intrigues scientists more…is the third one that sits beneath them. Working as an air sac, similar to a bird, they need only inhale enough air and they gain the ability that mankind has dreamt of for centuries: …flight. They’re not nearly as looked down upon as the Cardiacs, but a Normal can’t help but feel a sense of jealousy when watching them engage in this spectacle of nature. They are, arguably, the most fortunate of the three groups of mutations, …not that that’s saying anything.
Homo evanesco, known otherwise as…Shadowwalkers. The rarest of the three, they account for only two percent of the human population. The mutation itself…is unknown. Nobody is certain exactly what enables them to do so, which is probably the reason they are hated so much, but whenever they step into an area void of light, …they vanish. …They are not looked down upon. Gossip isn’t exchanged behind their backs. Once a man is labeled as a Walker, …he’s seen as little more than an animal…and is hunted like one. Magic acts, …Devil’s children, …abominations, …all the cruelty that Normals weren’t willing to cast on each other was thrust upon the Shadowwalkers…and Kites and Cardiacs were more than willing to go along with them. To the rest of the population, it was a humorous sight. The pain, the rejection, …the cold-blooded homicide, …they’d never understand what these people went through just for being what they were…until they were found to be Walkers themselves.
The incorporation of these mutations into our “homo sapien society” has changed much of the world we know today…for better or for worse. The Olympics now have a branch designated specifically for Cardiacs, …the Kites now have their own events to show off their own abilities, …and a new branch of the armed forces has been established for the sole purpose of hunting down Shadowwalkers. …And the world keeps turning, everyone minding their own business…for now.
It’s just a normal day for the Normal David Pariah. Halfway through his sophomore year of high school with exceptional academic performance behind him, his life was just about where he expected it to be. He was just a regular kid living in a world he believed to be as normal as he was. …What reason would he have to suspect that it was about to change for the worst? His father and stepmother were downstairs, the former preparing for work while the latter finished making breakfast. Nobody enjoyed waking up thirty minutes past five o’ clock on any given day, …but this gave him just enough time to prepare for school on weekdays, so, at least, he was used to it. Having bathed the night before, he simply combed his long, black hair and brushed his teeth before dressing himself for the day. It was early December, so a long-sleeved shirt beneath his sweatshirt was necessary. Once he was dressed, he gathered his school supplies as quickly headed downstairs just as his father poked his head out in front of the staircase.
“David, time to…oh, you’re already up. Well, good morning.”
David let out a loud yawn before replying. …He was still rather drowsy. It was six o’ clock in the morning, after all.
“Good morning to you too, Dad. …Hey, sorry. I forgot to take out my report card last night. Did you see it on the counter?”
His father smiled in response.
“As a matter of fact, I did. …Could’ve done without that one B-, but other than that, well done, buddy. I’m so proud of you.”
He patted his boy on the back as he walked past him, earning him a smirk and a sarcastic reply.
“Yeah, yeah.”
With only thirty minutes left until the school bus turned into his neighborhood, David wasted no time in taking his seat at the table as his stepmother brought him his pancakes.
“Thanks, Grace.”
“You’re quite welcome, David. And those were very nice grades, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
He wasn’t the type to savor even good food, so it wasn’t long before he was finished eating. Making sure to wash his dishes first, he headed out into the living room and sat down in front of the television. He still had about twenty-three minutes to waste, …though he wasn’t too fond of the news report that was currently airing.
“Earlier this morning at exactly 5:39 a.m., confirmed Shadowwalker Braxton Shell was seen walking into a gas station in the city of Richmond, Virginia. A H.E.A.T. team was immediately called to the scene and was able to restrain Shell within a matter of minutes. Thankfully, no one was reported to have been injured and Shell will likely face execution later today.”
“…Unbe-fricking-lievable.”
David looked up behind the couch. It seemed that his father had been watching the broadcast, as well.
“Huh?”
“I can’t stand seeing shit like that on the news. ‘He will likely face execution later today’. Hell, he WILL face execution today and it’ll probably be the moment nobody’s around to see it. …David.”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“…I know it’s not a light subject, but…what are your thoughts on the way they treat Shadowwalkers?”
He was thankful that his father was an open defender of Walkers, otherwise he would’ve been too afraid to admit it.
“…We’re all people as far as I’m concerned. That’s just barbaric the way they’re killed for no reason at all. …I wish someone would do something about the stupid H.E.A.T. organization, cause there’s nothing righteous about their job.”
“…Hmhm, good answer.”
He rubbed his boy on the shoulder before walking away. Looking over at the clock, David quickly gathered his things and headed towards the front door, …catching a smidgen of a rather heated argument in the other room.
“Baby, I can’t believe you’re putting things like that into his head.”
“Why not? He’s my boy. What’s wrong with telling him how a good person would feel about that matter?”
“Those demons are getting what they deserve.”
“They’re people, just like us, Grace.”
“Those creatures aren’t people-”
“You mean they’re not NORMAL! Baby, don’t hide it, cause I know that’s what you really mean by that. …So, you’re saying you would’ve divorced me, turned me in at the worst, if I was a Shadowwalker? Hell, even if I was a Kite or a Cardiac, you still would’ve done it?”
“Kites and Cardiacs can be scientifically explained, Larry. Shadowwalkers cannot. How do they disappear like that? At least, we can determine why Kites can fly or why Cardiacs are so strong.”
Lawrence held his palm over his face in frustration. …He was really tired of having this conversation with Grace.
“Honey, we’ve been through this and I’m not doing it again. You remember how bad things got last time we argued over this.”
Thankful that their argument had finally ended, David poked his head into the room.
“Dad, it’s time for me to leave.”
Lawrence looked up in surprise, …praying that David hadn’t been listening in on their argument.
“Alright, buddy. Have a good day. …I love you.”
“Love you too. Bye, Grace.”
“Good-bye. See you this afternoon.”
As the door shut behind him, they turned back to face each other again.
“Baby, please. I thought we agreed to leave that difference between us out of our married life. …I’m sorry I was bringing it up with David, I should’ve remembered that.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she smiled and the two briefly kissed before Lawrence picked up his briefcase and headed out the door, as well.
“Make sure there are no accidents at the lab, okay, honey?”
“Hmhmhm, of course. …I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
David’s thoughts regarding school were the same as any other teenager his age. He did have a few friends, though, so it wasn’t too difficult to get past every week. …Unfortunately, there were just as many that weren’t so friendly. Out on the breezeway, while heading towards the cafeteria, he and two of his friends ran into three other students of such nature, …the leader of which was a Cardiac.
“What’s goin’ on, shortcake? You thinkin’ about handing over that sweet ass iPod?”
“Heh he, yeah. Same goes for you two.”
“Hell yeah. Ooo, and that’s a 32-gig, too.”
One of his pals, in particular, had a rather smart mouth, something David greatly envied.
“No, actually. We’re thinking about what’s gonna happen to the three of you if you don’t back off.”
Knowing that they would’ve been outmatched, even if it had been just the Cardiac, David put his hand on his friend’s shoulder as a signal that he was going too far.
“Chill out, Dylan. Let’s just get out of here.”
He took the hint and they began walking away, though not before they began pushing us to react.
“You got a lot of nerve walkin’ away like that, lil’ bitch.”
…Unfortunately for David, …at times, he was no better than Dylan.
“And you got a lot of empty space where your Adam’s apple should be.”
He smiled in satisfaction as his buddies burst out laughing and even the Cardiac’s boys couldn’t help but hold back their own laughter. Unfortunately, …he was much less enthusiastic about the zinger than they were…and decided to take it out on David.
“You got some mouth, boy. I think you’ve got too many teeth in it, though. Here, let me help ya with that.”
He swung for the back of his head, but he expected that, so it wasn’t difficult to dodge.
“Damn it, get over here.”
It was pointless to try fighting hand and hand with a Cardiac, even more so to run, which is when their abilities can truly shine. All David could do now was dodge his incoming punches, hoping that the fight would catch a faculty member’s attention. Eventually, this dance made its way into the school yard, where stood a single large tree…with an increasingly noticeable shadow emerging from its base. It could only be considered a shame that the boy wasn’t as unintelligent as he made himself out to be. Becoming increasingly fed up with this drawn out attempt, he decided to take a different approach…and swept his leg out in front of him to break David’s balance. Falling to the ground, he continued to avoid the stomping of the boy’s feet until suddenly, …he stopped. Retaining his posture and taking a step back, David watched as the look on his face changed from one of aggravation…to one of fear. Confused, David looked to his friends for confirmation.
“Yo, guys. What the hell’s goin’ on? …Why’s he lookin’ at me like that? …Why are YOU looking at me like that?”
When they didn’t give him an answer, two instantly popped into his mind. Either they saw something on him that was exceptionally frightening…or they didn’t see HIM at all. Holding his right hand out in front of him, he quickly deduced that the correct one was the latter.
“…Oh no.”
Looking around, he saw that no one else was present. Now afraid for his life, he pointed at the Cardiac, revealing his index finger as it reemerged in the bright sunlight.
“You didn’t see anything! YOU HEAR ME!?”
“AAHH!! Get away from me, freak!”
Immediately, all of them ran for the nearest building, including his friends.
“Guys, what’re you doin’!? ...C'MON, HELP ME, PLEASE!!”
“STOP IT, YOU FREAK!!”
“YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM US, …W-WALKER!!”
“Freak, …Walker, …I-I-I gotta get out of here.”
Realizing his life was now in danger, he quickly got up and left just as several loud screams emerged from inside the nearby office building.
“There’s a Shadowwalker outside in the grass!”
“It’s David Pariah!”
He couldn’t help but allow a single tear to run down his cheek as the familiar voice hit his ears.
“…Damn you guys.”
…He had envisioned the occurrence of this unlikely event in his head numerous times before, …but this was, by far, worse than he could've ever imagined.
“God, …why me…and why now?”
At this point, all he could do was run to the one place he knew he might be safe. Even his friends had deserted him after this revelation, …but he knew one person that wouldn’t.
Inevitable
“Hey, where’d he go!?”
“No clue. The bastard must’ve ran out into the woods.”
“Well then, follow him, damn it! Don’t let that little demon get away!”
“Sir, it’s almost seven o’ clock and it’s already dark, as it is. There’s no way we’ll find him at night, especially in the forest.”
“…Damn it. Alright, alert the highway patrolmen and every nearby town. The boy will have to come out in the open at some point. …Once he does, he’s as good as dead. Alright, head back to town! Clear out!”
The leaves rustled, twigs broke beneath his feet, and his heart felt ready to explode out of his chest, …but that wouldn’t stop him from running for his life. He didn’t know why he was being chased, let alone why the officers were intending to end his short-lived time on Earth. …He couldn’t even recall ever giving them reason to, no matter how vague the cause was. …But, no matter the reason, they were set on their goal…and he was set on his, …to live.
In 1952, he was hunted down for reasons unknown. In 2012, the reason is now known, …though it’s not a very good one. Put simply, …he was different. What better explanation could be given for his status as an outlaw, which he received sixty years ago at the age of fourteen? Most of the world didn’t even know in his early years what made him so hated. …In modern times, it’s common knowledge. If it could be categorized as one word, it would be this: …evolution. Human beings are no longer the dominant species on the planet, slowly being weeded out by the smallest of organisms, …germs…and viruses. After all, how do you kill an enemy you can’t see or relieve yourself of a disease you can’t cure? …It was inevitable that even Homo sapiens would soon be forced to adapt…to evolve…to mutate, …and that they did. …Not since the extinction of the Neanderthals hundreds of millennia ago has more than one species of human flourished on the Earth at the same time…and this time around, there were four.
Homo sapiens have since adopted the name Normals, …as they should, …because the other three species are far from it. They’re now recognized as eighty percent of the human population, …though the other three are slowly increasing in number.
Homo polleo, recognized better by their nickname…Cardiacs. The most common of the three mutations, they account for eleven percent of the human population. The mutation itself…is in the muscles. The human body is normally composed of three types of muscle tissue: skeletal, smooth, and cardiac. The Cardiacs themselves possess only the latter. While it is normally found only in the heart, their mutation has caused it to generate across the entire body. And since cardiac muscle is infamous for its high resistance to fatigue, …you can only imagine the effects it yields to the population of humans that share its name. …Of course, there is always a price to pay for power. While most are just as kind-hearted as the average human being, Cardiacs have been made a common target for prejudice and false accusation, primarily in the criminal background, since their discovery as a species. But, even with this said, …at least, for the most part, they can still live peacefully alongside Normals.
Homo pennipotens, better known as…Kites. Less common than Cardiacs, they account for seven percent of the human population. The mutation itself…is in the lungs. Normals, as well as every other group of human beings, normally possess only two of regular volume. The lungs of the Kites have dramatically expanded in size, but what intrigues scientists more…is the third one that sits beneath them. Working as an air sac, similar to a bird, they need only inhale enough air and they gain the ability that mankind has dreamt of for centuries: …flight. They’re not nearly as looked down upon as the Cardiacs, but a Normal can’t help but feel a sense of jealousy when watching them engage in this spectacle of nature. They are, arguably, the most fortunate of the three groups of mutations, …not that that’s saying anything.
Homo evanesco, known otherwise as…Shadowwalkers. The rarest of the three, they account for only two percent of the human population. The mutation itself…is unknown. Nobody is certain exactly what enables them to do so, which is probably the reason they are hated so much, but whenever they step into an area void of light, …they vanish. …They are not looked down upon. Gossip isn’t exchanged behind their backs. Once a man is labeled as a Walker, …he’s seen as little more than an animal…and is hunted like one. Magic acts, …Devil’s children, …abominations, …all the cruelty that Normals weren’t willing to cast on each other was thrust upon the Shadowwalkers…and Kites and Cardiacs were more than willing to go along with them. To the rest of the population, it was a humorous sight. The pain, the rejection, …the cold-blooded homicide, …they’d never understand what these people went through just for being what they were…until they were found to be Walkers themselves.
The incorporation of these mutations into our “homo sapien society” has changed much of the world we know today…for better or for worse. The Olympics now have a branch designated specifically for Cardiacs, …the Kites now have their own events to show off their own abilities, …and a new branch of the armed forces has been established for the sole purpose of hunting down Shadowwalkers. …And the world keeps turning, everyone minding their own business…for now.
It’s just a normal day for the Normal David Pariah. Halfway through his sophomore year of high school with exceptional academic performance behind him, his life was just about where he expected it to be. He was just a regular kid living in a world he believed to be as normal as he was. …What reason would he have to suspect that it was about to change for the worst? His father and stepmother were downstairs, the former preparing for work while the latter finished making breakfast. Nobody enjoyed waking up thirty minutes past five o’ clock on any given day, …but this gave him just enough time to prepare for school on weekdays, so, at least, he was used to it. Having bathed the night before, he simply combed his long, black hair and brushed his teeth before dressing himself for the day. It was early December, so a long-sleeved shirt beneath his sweatshirt was necessary. Once he was dressed, he gathered his school supplies as quickly headed downstairs just as his father poked his head out in front of the staircase.
“David, time to…oh, you’re already up. Well, good morning.”
David let out a loud yawn before replying. …He was still rather drowsy. It was six o’ clock in the morning, after all.
“Good morning to you too, Dad. …Hey, sorry. I forgot to take out my report card last night. Did you see it on the counter?”
His father smiled in response.
“As a matter of fact, I did. …Could’ve done without that one B-, but other than that, well done, buddy. I’m so proud of you.”
He patted his boy on the back as he walked past him, earning him a smirk and a sarcastic reply.
“Yeah, yeah.”
With only thirty minutes left until the school bus turned into his neighborhood, David wasted no time in taking his seat at the table as his stepmother brought him his pancakes.
“Thanks, Grace.”
“You’re quite welcome, David. And those were very nice grades, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
He wasn’t the type to savor even good food, so it wasn’t long before he was finished eating. Making sure to wash his dishes first, he headed out into the living room and sat down in front of the television. He still had about twenty-three minutes to waste, …though he wasn’t too fond of the news report that was currently airing.
“Earlier this morning at exactly 5:39 a.m., confirmed Shadowwalker Braxton Shell was seen walking into a gas station in the city of Richmond, Virginia. A H.E.A.T. team was immediately called to the scene and was able to restrain Shell within a matter of minutes. Thankfully, no one was reported to have been injured and Shell will likely face execution later today.”
“…Unbe-fricking-lievable.”
David looked up behind the couch. It seemed that his father had been watching the broadcast, as well.
“Huh?”
“I can’t stand seeing shit like that on the news. ‘He will likely face execution later today’. Hell, he WILL face execution today and it’ll probably be the moment nobody’s around to see it. …David.”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“…I know it’s not a light subject, but…what are your thoughts on the way they treat Shadowwalkers?”
He was thankful that his father was an open defender of Walkers, otherwise he would’ve been too afraid to admit it.
“…We’re all people as far as I’m concerned. That’s just barbaric the way they’re killed for no reason at all. …I wish someone would do something about the stupid H.E.A.T. organization, cause there’s nothing righteous about their job.”
“…Hmhm, good answer.”
He rubbed his boy on the shoulder before walking away. Looking over at the clock, David quickly gathered his things and headed towards the front door, …catching a smidgen of a rather heated argument in the other room.
“Baby, I can’t believe you’re putting things like that into his head.”
“Why not? He’s my boy. What’s wrong with telling him how a good person would feel about that matter?”
“Those demons are getting what they deserve.”
“They’re people, just like us, Grace.”
“Those creatures aren’t people-”
“You mean they’re not NORMAL! Baby, don’t hide it, cause I know that’s what you really mean by that. …So, you’re saying you would’ve divorced me, turned me in at the worst, if I was a Shadowwalker? Hell, even if I was a Kite or a Cardiac, you still would’ve done it?”
“Kites and Cardiacs can be scientifically explained, Larry. Shadowwalkers cannot. How do they disappear like that? At least, we can determine why Kites can fly or why Cardiacs are so strong.”
Lawrence held his palm over his face in frustration. …He was really tired of having this conversation with Grace.
“Honey, we’ve been through this and I’m not doing it again. You remember how bad things got last time we argued over this.”
Thankful that their argument had finally ended, David poked his head into the room.
“Dad, it’s time for me to leave.”
Lawrence looked up in surprise, …praying that David hadn’t been listening in on their argument.
“Alright, buddy. Have a good day. …I love you.”
“Love you too. Bye, Grace.”
“Good-bye. See you this afternoon.”
As the door shut behind him, they turned back to face each other again.
“Baby, please. I thought we agreed to leave that difference between us out of our married life. …I’m sorry I was bringing it up with David, I should’ve remembered that.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she smiled and the two briefly kissed before Lawrence picked up his briefcase and headed out the door, as well.
“Make sure there are no accidents at the lab, okay, honey?”
“Hmhmhm, of course. …I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
David’s thoughts regarding school were the same as any other teenager his age. He did have a few friends, though, so it wasn’t too difficult to get past every week. …Unfortunately, there were just as many that weren’t so friendly. Out on the breezeway, while heading towards the cafeteria, he and two of his friends ran into three other students of such nature, …the leader of which was a Cardiac.
“What’s goin’ on, shortcake? You thinkin’ about handing over that sweet ass iPod?”
“Heh he, yeah. Same goes for you two.”
“Hell yeah. Ooo, and that’s a 32-gig, too.”
One of his pals, in particular, had a rather smart mouth, something David greatly envied.
“No, actually. We’re thinking about what’s gonna happen to the three of you if you don’t back off.”
Knowing that they would’ve been outmatched, even if it had been just the Cardiac, David put his hand on his friend’s shoulder as a signal that he was going too far.
“Chill out, Dylan. Let’s just get out of here.”
He took the hint and they began walking away, though not before they began pushing us to react.
“You got a lot of nerve walkin’ away like that, lil’ bitch.”
…Unfortunately for David, …at times, he was no better than Dylan.
“And you got a lot of empty space where your Adam’s apple should be.”
He smiled in satisfaction as his buddies burst out laughing and even the Cardiac’s boys couldn’t help but hold back their own laughter. Unfortunately, …he was much less enthusiastic about the zinger than they were…and decided to take it out on David.
“You got some mouth, boy. I think you’ve got too many teeth in it, though. Here, let me help ya with that.”
He swung for the back of his head, but he expected that, so it wasn’t difficult to dodge.
“Damn it, get over here.”
It was pointless to try fighting hand and hand with a Cardiac, even more so to run, which is when their abilities can truly shine. All David could do now was dodge his incoming punches, hoping that the fight would catch a faculty member’s attention. Eventually, this dance made its way into the school yard, where stood a single large tree…with an increasingly noticeable shadow emerging from its base. It could only be considered a shame that the boy wasn’t as unintelligent as he made himself out to be. Becoming increasingly fed up with this drawn out attempt, he decided to take a different approach…and swept his leg out in front of him to break David’s balance. Falling to the ground, he continued to avoid the stomping of the boy’s feet until suddenly, …he stopped. Retaining his posture and taking a step back, David watched as the look on his face changed from one of aggravation…to one of fear. Confused, David looked to his friends for confirmation.
“Yo, guys. What the hell’s goin’ on? …Why’s he lookin’ at me like that? …Why are YOU looking at me like that?”
When they didn’t give him an answer, two instantly popped into his mind. Either they saw something on him that was exceptionally frightening…or they didn’t see HIM at all. Holding his right hand out in front of him, he quickly deduced that the correct one was the latter.
“…Oh no.”
Looking around, he saw that no one else was present. Now afraid for his life, he pointed at the Cardiac, revealing his index finger as it reemerged in the bright sunlight.
“You didn’t see anything! YOU HEAR ME!?”
“AAHH!! Get away from me, freak!”
Immediately, all of them ran for the nearest building, including his friends.
“Guys, what’re you doin’!? ...C'MON, HELP ME, PLEASE!!”
“STOP IT, YOU FREAK!!”
“YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM US, …W-WALKER!!”
“Freak, …Walker, …I-I-I gotta get out of here.”
Realizing his life was now in danger, he quickly got up and left just as several loud screams emerged from inside the nearby office building.
“There’s a Shadowwalker outside in the grass!”
“It’s David Pariah!”
He couldn’t help but allow a single tear to run down his cheek as the familiar voice hit his ears.
“…Damn you guys.”
…He had envisioned the occurrence of this unlikely event in his head numerous times before, …but this was, by far, worse than he could've ever imagined.
“God, …why me…and why now?”
At this point, all he could do was run to the one place he knew he might be safe. Even his friends had deserted him after this revelation, …but he knew one person that wouldn’t.
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