The Hunted

1

Han Alister Anderson. The name glared at me like my grandmother did when I came home late. Except I could brush my grandmother off this I could not. Tears welled up in my eyes making me feel sick. The pendant I normally wore around my neck was now in my palm. I looked down at it before I looked up. It stung in my palm and Christian Dancer Peterson, my best friend, was staring at me.
"Han?" He asks my voice shaking
"I'm sorry Chris"
I bolted before I could hurt him anymore. Why me? Why did I have to be chosen! I hated killing or even hurting but I was a sorcerer I didn't have a choice. I had to kill the slenders everyone of them or die trying. I ran to the address. I was welcomed by a looming arch. I stepped inside and saw an amazing sight. Sorcerers and wizards of all colors. Bright clothing and dark skined people. I'd only ever been in my home I'd never seen this sort of beauty. My home was full of homeless and the people with homes we're about as broke. I was a beggar most of the time.
"Hello"
I jumped and looked up wide eyed. I was met by a chest so I looked up. The man towered over me large horns curling out of his head. I felt my heart pounding. He was...a demon. I started shaking feeling weak in the knees.
"Aye it's alright promise" he said steadying me.
"Jordan are you scaring the newbies again?" Another male voice asked.
"No, well not purposefully"
"What's your name hun?"
"Han" I muttered and looked at the man.
"My names Taylor you're in my class I heard you almost took that guys head off with a sharp rock"
"Yeah...I didn't mean too"
"Well it's alright hun it'll be fine I'll teach you how to control it but there is somebody you need talk too he'll be a very important aspect in your life you may not like him at first he's very weird"
"Is it Seto?"
"What? How did you?"
"I don't know I just feel like I've met him before"
"Come on we need to go now!"
Taylor grabbed my wrist taking to steps for every one I took. Damn he was short.