Remyngton: Descendant of the Curse

Chapter 1: Rats

Y'know all those comics and shows about ninja turtles? Yeah, this is kinda like one of those, I'm like Splinter only less cool and I don't know how to be a ninja. Just a man by day and a rat-man by night, it's actually kind of fun.

Anyways, my name is Remyngton. And I am cursed, every night I turn into a beast that terrifies the streets I roam. The police love to chase me I swear, it's like a game to me. I don't always enjoy running home this way but it will do I suppose.

My best friend is the only person to know of this odd phenomenon, his name is Kayne. I've known him for the longest time, we met at my previous job. He found out when he used the spare key and got into my house before I returned as the beast. Not the greatest way to learn but it was the easiest to explain.

Tonight was not unlike the rest, I found myself in an alleyway attempting to get away from the police. The snow was cold on my paws but I didn't mind much. I climbed swiftly up to the top of the apartment from the fire escape. Often the roofs of buildings were the safest in my small city.

There was someone on the roof today, they hadn't spotted me yet. I hid behind the air vents decorating the rooftop hoping and praying this mystery person wouldn't see me. They appeared to be distracted, lucky me.

Scenarios ran through my head, would they scream? Run? Call the police? I did not want to find out. If they caught me they would probably want to experiment on me, and I don't want to be someone's lab rat. Pun intended.

I peeked over the vent, they appeared to be facing away from me. It took me a moment to register that I was actually on the roof of my apartment complex, so as quietly as I could I climbed back down to my room from the fire escape. Due to my nightly activities, I tended to keep a key outside on the fire escape in case I needed it. My weird sense of home must have brought me back while I wasn't paying attention.

In the morning on the way to my office job, I would retrieve my bag from the roof there. By then the police would be done looking for me for the night. But then I remembered I didn't work tomorrow, I should shoot Kayne a text in the morning to ask him to retrieve it. I'm sure he will complain but he will get it for me eventually.

I crept into my bedroom and flopped into bed wishing the day would just leave me. The long day at work plus the running from the police was not very fun. I slipped into blissful ignorant sleep dreaming of nothing important.

I awoke to a very loud banging in the earliest hours. Someone was impatient and wanted in my house. I immediately recognized the impatience of my best friend Kayne. I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed.

I put on some pants and shuffled my way to the door. I opened it rubbing the sleep from my eyes and Kayne barged his way in. Didn't even say hello before pushing me out of the way. How he made it through life with no patience is beyond me.

"Do you know what it took me to get this?" He demanded placing my bag on the kitchen table. "Come on in" I joked while blearily closing the door before I turned to face him. My orange-blond-haired friend looked frazzled and upset as usual. He didn't own a car and walked basically everywhere, which is wild in this century.

"If you gotta leave your bag somewhere leave it at my house, we established this Rem," he said annoyed at me. He was too loud for the early hours of the day. "Even if I'm not awake or home you can leave it on the window, hell I can even leave the window unlocked so you can just chuck it into my house"

"Want something to drink?" I offered as I made my way to the cabinets behind him. "Tea, if you have any," he said glaring at me. He pulled out a chair and sat down angrily. It was like a child having a temper tantrum. He ran his hands through his short hair, he had it long a while back but decided to go short right before winter hit.