Crimson Gold

Part 1: Chapter 1: First Impressions

3rd Person POV

Ten Years Later: Forks

Clad in blue jeans, black combat boots, a black leather jacket with a red tribal symbol on it, a gray hood covering his face, a 19-year-old boy walked through the -woods, eventually arriving at a 7-11.

Pushing open the door, the boy walked inside.

"Can I help you?" the cashier asked.

The boy nodded, crimson eyes gleaming. "Yes, actually. Could you tell me where I am? I was hiking in the woods, and I got lost."

Before the cashier could respond, the doors burst open, and three armed men stormed inside, guns raised.

"Nobody move!" the leader ordered.

One of them pointed his gun at the hooded boy. "You, put your hands over your head and give me all your cash!"

The boy chuckled. "This is clearly your first robbery, isn't it?" he asked, unfazed as the man pointed the gun at his head.

"Give me all your money, or I swear I'll shoot!" the robber yelled.

Laughing, the boy's crimson eyes glinted. "Try me."

The two men who were in the middle of robbing the cashier heard a loud *shink* and turned to stare in horror at the sight of their comrade being impaled by a claw, courtesy of the hooded stranger.

The two robbers' eyes widened, and before they could move, the hooded boy threw the robber aside and darted forward. Plunging his claw into the second robber, he twisted, forming a long blade on his other arm, and cut the last robber in half.

Extending several tendrils from his back, the boy consumed the bodies of the fallen robbers. Clutching his head as fresh memories coursed through him, the boy muttered, "Forks, huh? Looks like I'm at the right place."

Glancing at the horrorstruck cashier, the hooded boy pulled out a wad of cash and slapped it on the counter. "For the damage." With that, he walked out. "Have a nice night."

The Next Day

Stretching, Ryan jumped out of the tree he had been sleeping in and landed on the ground. "Alright then. First things first, let's get somewhere to sleep. Trees are not really that comfortable."

Walking down the street, he eventually reached what he guessed were the outskirts of town. Looking around, the morning sun gleaming overhead, Ryan spotted a store and walked inside. "Excuse me," he said, walking up to the desk clerk. "I'm new in town, and I was wondering if I could get myself a car?"

The desk clerk nodded and led Ryan out back. "These just came in a couple weeks ago," he said proudly, gesturing to the assortment of cars. "Normally, I wouldn't be showing customers these, but I figured since you're new, one of these might help you fit in."

Ryan nodded his thanks and examined the vehicles. "How about that one?" he asked pointing at one of the cars.

The clerk looked and nodded his approval. "The Lykan Fenyr Supersport," he said. "You've got good taste, if you can pay for it."

In response, Ryan pulled out a card and handed it to the clerk. "Check it." The clerk did so using a handheld scanner, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Ryan smirked. Thank you, Aunt Dana.

The clerk cleared his throat. "Right. Well, just follow me inside to clear up some paperwork, and the car's yours."