Roz

Taking Things Further

A few years passed after the eighth child was placed on Earth. Growing into a 7-year-old, his latent powers gradually began to manifest. The boy concealed his abilities from his tribe, fearing their discovery and the potential danger it might bring. As the offspring of both Angel and Demon, he possessed a unique heritage that set him apart from his human counterparts, his mind evolving at a pace beyond his years.

Then, on the day the dinosaurs vanished into the mists of time, tragedy struck. The boy's world shattered as he lost his parents and the rest of his tribe in the chaos that ensued. Despite the devastation, he remained unharmed, his Anarchid-based skin shielding him from harm. It was a bitter irony, for while he was immune to earthly elements, he was forever scarred by the pain of loss and the weight of his solitude.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, he wandered through the annals of Earth's history, a silent observer of humanity's triumphs and tribulations. From the struggles for independence in India to the darkness of Hitler's reign, he bore witness to the ebb and flow of human civilization. So till the modern age, he had turned only 21. He had spent 2 million years on Earth and had entered the year 2024.

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Ashley Jones and Jacob Jones strolled down Boylston Street in Boston, searching for a nearby pub. The siblings, both orphans, shared a small, rundown apartment. By day, Ashley worked shifts at a public prostitute centre as a desk attendant, while Jacob spent his time spray painting with his friends and participating in occasional Bike racer. Despite their tough upbringing, they managed to stick together, relying on each other for support.

After stumbling upon a local pub, they were captivated by the pulsating lights, music, and allure of the strippers. Jake eagerly splurged his remaining cash on alcohol and women, while Ashley opted for a few shots, finding solace in the atmosphere.

After a few hours, Ashley was completely drunk and Jacob was already sleeping with one of the strippers. She somehow managed to get back up and walked around the pub for some time. She quickly took notice of the pink-haired, pale-white DJ blasting music for the party. Ashley sat down on one of the couches and stared at him dreamily. 

After a few more hours, the pub had closed and everyone left. Ashley was carrying Jacob out of the pub when they heard something in the alleyway. "Am I hearing things?", Jacob's voice was barely audible as he mumbled his question. Ashley didn't reply and carefully set Jacob on a nearby bench and went to see what the noise was about. She crept up to the alleyway and noticed the DJ being thrashed by a bunch of goons. "Where's the damn money, Roz?" one of them barked while punching the shit out of the DJ. "G-Give me some time, I-I'll pay you back in a few days." the DJ replied. The goons looked at each other and gave him a final blow in the mouth. "Last chance. Next time, we'll rip your damn balls off", they said before leaving him. Ashley wanted to help him, so she figured she could just carry him to the hospital. She went over to him after the goons left. She saw the tired and beaten up Roz and kneeled in front of him and asked him, "Who are those jerks?", He said, "Ah, some retards who I took a loan from...were you watching us?". Ashley replied, "I'm sorry, I wanted to see what was happening." Ashley helped Roz get up and took Jacob with her to the hospital. 

The doctors treated Roz and was discharged from the hospital. Ashley had to pay the bills and that took half of her savings. "Can I stay at your place?" Roz interrupted her thoughts, "Uh s-sure, you can stay", She replied. Jacob pulls Ashley away from Roz and asks, "Are you gonna let this guy stay at our apartment? I mean, look at him. We can't trust him." She pushes Jacob away, "He needs a place to stay, we can't let him get beaten up again." Jacob raises his eyebrow, "But, why do you care?". Ashley looks away from Jacob and turns to Roz, "Come on, let's go."

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In the meantime, Zarthar was making plans for the destruction of Roz. He knew that he would not feel safe until Roz was killed. Zarthar called Ezequiel, an Angel, his current nephew, the brother of Roz, whom he had made General of his army. He called Ezequiel and told him, "Does the boy have a name yet? Have you found where he is?". Ezequiel replies, "Uncle, the boy refers to himself as Roz. He is currently with two other humans, somewhere in Boston." Zarthar stands up from his throne and orders Ezequiel, "I want to kill him with my own hands! Bring him to me!" Ezequiel, unaware of who Roz is, asks the King, "Why do you want to kill him?" Zarthar glares at Ezequiel and shouts at him, "No questions! Now bring him here before I kill you!" Ezequiel bows to Zarthar before flying off to the Earth realm.

As Roz prepared to step into the shower, Ashley couldn't help but steal a glance, her curiosity getting the better of her. She watched him discreetly, hoping he wouldn't notice her lingering gaze. But before she could avert her eyes, Jacob's voice shattered the moment."The milk is over! I can't make coffee!" Jacob's voice rang out from the other room, breaking the silence and drawing Ashley's attention away from Roz. "Just get it from the grocery—" Ashley started to respond, but her words trailed off as she realized she had been caught spying. She quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Roz notices Ashley peaking through the door and he asks her, "Do you need anything?" Ashley's mind raced as she struggled to come up with a response. "U-Um N-No, I-I was just playing around," she stammered, her attempt at nonchalance falling flat. Roz smiles at her before getting into the shower. She quickly regains her breath and rushes towards Jacob, "What is wrong with you?". Jacob puts the remote down, "Uh, I just said the milk is over." he replied casually, his attention already drifting back to the television. Ashley replied, "Well you could have waited!" Jacob's grin widened as he teased, "Oh, I get it. It's the new guy. You like him, huh?" Ashley's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she denied Jacob's accusation. "W-What? No! Shut the fuck up, Jake," she snapped, her tone sharp with annoyance. Jake groaned in response, waving her off dismissively. "Do whatever the hell you want, just don't disturb me," he muttered, returning his focus to the television screen. Ashley gave him a look before going into the kitchen.

After his shower, Roz hastily fumbled with his clothes, managing to put them on backward before finally straightening himself out. Ashley, noticing his struggle, couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she approached him with a cup of coffee. "Here you go, I thought you might need some," she said, trying to hide her amusement. "Thanks a lot," Roz replied, his words slightly muffled as he struggled to sip the coffee without spilling it everywhere. Ashley couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "What's your name, Mr. DJ?" she asked with a mischievous grin. Roz, already feeling a bit flustered from his clothing mishap, blurted out, "Roz! I don't have a last name. I don't even know what my last name is." Ashley smiles and heads back to the living room. Roz wanders around the house and checks out a few things. Jacob runs into him, "Hey, don't touch anything," Jacob cautioned, eyeing Roz's clumsy movements with a mix of amusement and concern. His gaze shifted to a graffiti on the wall, and he added with a smirk, "It's valuable, you know." Roz, still feeling a bit dazed from his earlier blunder, simply nodded in response. "Valuable, huh?", he murmured to himself, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Ezequiel hovered over the apartment building, his gaze piercing through the walls to locate Roz inside with his gift, the X-ray Vision. As he observed Roz's movements, a sense of unease crept over him. There was something about this Anarchid that intrigued and unsettled him in equal measure. With a furrowed brow, Ezequiel pondered his next move, sensing that there was more to this encounter than met the eye.