Neko: Tales Of Deviants

Desmond and Jax

Five years had passed since that fateful day, and Desmond was now fifteen. The boy who once felt so out of place had grown into a young man, still grappling with the complexities of his identity as a mutative deviant. His cat-like ears and tail were no longer a source of shame but a part of who he was, something he had learned to embrace, albeit with caution.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains as a gentle knock sounded at the front door. Justus made her way to answer it, her curiosity piqued. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by Timothy's eager face.

"Woah, hey Timothy! Are you here for Desmond?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"Yep, is he here?" Timothy replied, his excitement barely contained.

"Of course. Come in," Justus said, stepping aside to let him in.

Timothy bounded up the stairs and burst into Desmond's room. Desmond looked up from his desk, surprised but happy to see his friend.

"Woah, hey Timothy! What's up?" Desmond greeted him.

"I'm awesome, very awesome. Because I found this!" Timothy exclaimed, holding out a large glowing sapphire gem, pulsating with an otherworldly blue light.

Desmond's eyes widened with curiosity. "Pretty but what's special about it?"

Timothy's voice dropped to an excited whisper. "This gem seems to be alive!"

"What?" Desmond leaned in closer, his interest piqued.

"There's an actual heartbeat or something like that," Timothy explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Not only that, I set it down on a desk, and the desk and any nearby objects started to warp. There's so much that can be done with something like this. But I still have questions, like where did it come from and what else is it capable of!"

Desmond's mind raced with possibilities. "Woah! Let's find out! We can head to the park. No one really goes there anyway, and we have open space."

"Great idea, let's go," Timothy agreed, his enthusiasm matching Desmond's.

The boys raced down the stairs, their footsteps thundering through the house. Desmond paused at the bottom, turning to his mother.

"Mom, can we walk to the park?" he asked, trying to keep his excitement in check.

Justus looked at the eager faces of the two boys and nodded. "Sure, but be careful and stay together."

"Thanks, Mom!" Desmond called as they dashed out the door.

The walk to the park was filled with animated chatter about the gem and its potential.

Once they arrived, they found a secluded spot away from prying eyes. Timothy carefully placed the gem on the ground, and the boys watched in awe as the air around it seemed to shimmer and distort.

"This is incredible," Desmond whispered, his eyes glued to the gem.

"Yeah, but we need to be careful," Timothy cautioned. "We don't know what it can do or where it came from."

Desmond nodded, his mind already racing with ideas. "Let's start by seeing if we can control it. Maybe we can figure out what it's made of and how it works."

As they began their experiments, the boys felt a sense of excitement and discovery. They were on the brink of uncovering something extraordinary, something that could change everything they knew about deviants and their abilities.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Justus settled into her favorite armchair, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. She turned on the television, hoping to catch up on the morning news. The screen flickered to life, displaying a live broadcast of an event. A very successful man stood at a podium, preparing to give a speech.