Mutant

Twelve

Chandler Atekwa was lying on a brown recliner while watching The Avengers  on Netflix. The whole living room was disorganized and messy. There were Reese's Puffs chocolate bar wrappers on the floor, some stray strings of leftover Twizzlers hanging on the table, a spilled bowl of Mac & Cheese, and ripped box of pizza.

But Chandler wasn't paying attention to these things. His eyes were mainly focused on how awesome and functional Iron Man's suit was. Nothing about reality was a care for him, science fiction and fantasy were his main interests.

Chandler was a chubby thirteen year old Nigerian boy. He had a small Afro with dark brown eyes and he was currently wearing a Transformers t-shirt with laid back shorts.
Chandler already knew who he was, and he understood who he was. But he just didn't appreciate who he was. At home he was Chandler Atekwa, but at school, he was Davis Jackson. The funny popular Davis Jackson that loved to make fun of the teachers and slack off. But all that got him was a trip to the detention room, and five waves of consecutive Fs on his report card.
But now it was July. Summer. He was all alone today, so that meant he would get to be Chandler.

Chandler looked at The Avengers movie halfheartedly. Should he change it to The Walking Dead? Or how about Supernatural?

Right at the undecided moment, the tv shut down and everything turned dark.

Chandler jumped up suddenly, nearly falling back on his recliner. He quickly stood up and went to turn on the lights.

It wouldn't turn on.

"What the-"

Chandler's heart suddenly started to beat away. He was scared. No, terrified. It felt like a nightmare. A nightmare come true.
His mom had gone to the store to get some more food, so she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. And Chandler was starting to think she'll never come back.
This meant he was all alone, and it was dark. This was bad. Very bad.

And then came the faint shuffle shuffle shuffle from behind.

Chandler swerved around.
"Who's there?"

No one showed up, just the hollow darkness.

And then it showed up again. Shuffle shuffle shuffle..this time with an additional crunch.

"Show yourself!" Chandler proclaimed. He could feel his fear posses him like a ghost.

Nothing. Misty nothingness.

Panic stricken, Chandler twisted around and dashed straight to his room. But on his way, he bumped into something edgy and hard.

Chandler slowly opened his eyes to find red shimmering canine teeth staring down on him. And then along with it, a dark green body came with it.

"Chaannndlerr..." The green figure breathed.

"Aaaaahh!!!" Chandler screamed. He instantly turned away and ran to the porch that was in the living room. Not even taking time to open it, Chandler heaved up a black metal chest and threw it at the glassed porch.

The glass shattered away like a broken vase, now making a clearing about as wide as a piano.

Chandler quickly jumped over the fallen recliner and bursted his way through the porch, running away like a flapping chicken.

A lost flapping chicken.