"Get the fuck away from me!" I shouted, as the three thugs surround me, all wielding some sort of blade or blunt object. I've never been much of a fighter, if I were in trouble (which seems to happen often) I would resort to fighting dirty I.e. Ball kicks, eye pokes, or biting. I was a survivor. The neighborhood where I grew up was the most dangerous in the area I did what I could to not be killed.
"We told you never to come around here, you don't listen very well" says the tallest angriest looking one of the group.
He was right, even though I knew this was Pax territory I walked through it anyway. Not exactly on purpose, sometimes I just feel like my body does things on its own, like I want to be put in danger or something. This time it was different I did want to be put in danger, I for the life of me couldn't tell you why.
The tallest one steps closer to me his knife reflecting off the light in the alley. "Maybe this will get you to listen kid" he says as he runs at me with the blade. I try to dodge him but I don't get far enough and he plunges the knife into my shoulder. "I've never been stabbed before" I think as I already feel blood gushing from my shoulder. I touch my shoulder and look at my hand covered In the Crimson liquid. I'm afraid no, angry. Everything starts to go black. Right before I pass out completely all I could see was a bright flash of neon blue......"did that come from me?"
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Neon Jon
ActionJonathan Mosley was an ordinary student until one day he finds out something that would change his life forever. He's a meta human and comes from a long line of meta humans . He develops the persona neon Jon as he learns he has the ability to contro...
