Survival of the Fittest

One

(The songs shown in the above media will be the themes of the chapters. Similar to a show or anime opening. Every chapter will have one)

A village doctor was walking his dog in the snow one night. He had brought a lantern with him to see where he was walking.

What's when he had noticed something. A cloaked figure crouched in front of a tree, placing something, about its size, under it.

"Who's there?" The doctor shouted. The dog started to pull against the leash until it broke free from the doctors hand.

"Charmin come back here!" He chased after his dog. The figure vanished. When he got up to his dog he was surprised what he found underneath the tree.

A child. A boy to be specific. He quickly checked if the child was dead or alive. He sighed in relief when he found the heartbeat and breath.

He picked up the child. He was ice cold and shivering severely, almost as if struggling for breath. He couldn't be any older than four.

The doctor sighed and cradled the child, wrapping his jacket around him to keep him warm as they both walked back to the village.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Argh! Shut up!"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE--

Elliot practically punched the alarm clock and sat up rubbing his eyes yawning.

"Ughhhh... Flashbacks again? What's even the poi--" he yawned again.

"ELLIOT!!!!!!"

"WHAAAAAT?!?!?!"

"YOUR FRIENDS ARE HERE!!!!!! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!!!!!"

"UGH. PASS!!!" He flopped onto his bed and faced the wall.

Suddenly a new voice joined the conversation. A females voice.

"COME ON EL!! DONT THINK I WONT COME UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWN HERE MYSELF!!"

"FIIIIIINNE!!! FINE FINE FINE FINE FINE!!!!"

He got up and groaned. He put on his green hoodie and tan pants along with his black sneakers. He didn't bother to comb his hair. He just left it a messy brown rats nest to cover his tired forest green eyes.

He slid down the railing of the stairs, but instead of landing, he faceplanted on the ground groaning. From pain and being tired.

"Dang. Your that tired?" Rev replied, flipping his maroon hair to the side of his face.

Rev wasn't the one to mess with. He got into trouble constantly and, almost went to jail once for public fist fighting.

Though, once you got to know him and become his friend, he could be different, like he used to be.

But the one thing no one knew about, were the strange three scars on his face. They weren't just regular scars either. They were just. Different.

Sure he was still a Juvenile delinquent, but he could show his soft side. But most people see him as cold and harsh.

Elliot groaned loudly "Leave me alone" he groaned, stretching out the "O", but it was pretty muffled by the hardwood floor.

Trik laughed. "Get up Elliot your gonna get a nosebleed!"

"If it means I get to stay in bed then I'm all for it. Screw chores." His voice was still muffled because he refused to sit up. He always overreacted about chores. Purposely.

"Aight" Rev said. He knelt down beside Elliot and pulled his head up by his hair and smirked at him.

"Hey!! OW OW OW OWWW!!"

"You gonna get up now?"

"Yes!!! Just let go! JESUS CHRIST REV!!!"

"If you say so" Rev did what he was told. But too literal. And Elliot faceplanted once again on the floor. He groaned and got up.

Phelyx helped him up giggling. There wasn't much to say about phelyx. He was a mechanic, and a really good one too. He designs automail for those unfortunate. And painted it for them to cheer them up if they wanted.

He was always happy. And always happy to help someone injured, even if it was just a small scrap. He was there. And that's a good quality to have.

His cheerful crystal blue eyes always laughing and having a blast. Along with his messy bleach blonde hair falling everywhere on his head.

He giggled again. "Dont bite your tongue now! I can't make automail for that!" They both started laughing. He was good at making people feel better and laugh.

"Pshh! It was Rev's fault!"

"You little punk!" Rev laughed. Which could be rare at times." Blaming me for your stupidity!"

"I'm not as dumb witted as you!"

"You little bast--"

Trik punched Rev in the shoulder. Hard.

"What was that for?!"

"We made a deal remember"

Elliot didn't quite know Trik and Rev's "deal" but what he did understand was that Rev wasn't allowed to say any Swear words.

If anyone in the group was mysterious. It would be Trik. Her blue highlights that started to appear sometimes in her orange hair and green eyes that sometimes changed to a light pastel green, almost icy grey, weren't the only thing. But Elliot didn't ask about it. She is the daughter of his foster father.

Besides he didn't have much room to talk. He doesn't remember his parents. All he remembers is that he had a mother, father, and an older brother. And that his village was attacked by vampires and his parents died. But his brother just disappeared.

Everything before the age of 5 was all fuzzy. And he never knew why.