A Strange Day

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by Thenerdperson

by Thenerdperson

Alright, my name is Cornelious Strager III. But for my and everyones sake, just call me Coner. Normal name means a normal person right? Well i hope so, because today is my first day in Wales, Brittan. Yuparoo, happiness and sunshine. But my mother and father disappeared when I was fourteen years old. And I'm from America, or whats left of it. You see America has been destroyed by Atomic Warfare with Japan and North Korea. Small countries can pack a big punch. Now at the very least, rising waters is no problem, mostly because all the water has drained into the new "American Ocean. All thats left is the Northern and southern borders of Mexico and Canada, so as not to start another war, smart. At the expence of a country. Anyway I am "One of those skeptical people who sees things in the dark" but I can tell you, its all true. I can see things no one else seems to see, like shadows of people behind something and so on.

*BANG BANG*

Did I tell you that I live alone?

*BANG BANG*

Or that I have a fear of the dark?

I start over to the door. The man seems impatient and doesn't miss a chance to hit the door. When I open the door I see a man with a strong build, dark hair and hazel eyes. He seems calm, too calm to just have had a rage my door. Either that or this man is stronger than he looks.

"To what do I owe this... pleasure?" I ask suspiciously, and who wouldn't be after a storm hits mu door?

"Is this the Strager residence?" Said the man.

"I will have to ask who you are before I answer." I say, with extreme caution at the mention of my name. The Strager family is of royal origin, but most regard us with disgust. Our line was even hunted for a period of time. I myself don't know what we did but no ones bothered to tell me. Right now I am twenty one years old, did pretty good in college and now I was provided with a home by the Parliment of Brittan. Back to Mr.Stranger.

"My name is not important right now, are you Cornelious Strager?" He said beginning to sound desparate. How much could it hurt?

"Yes, why?"

He Immediately pulled out a knife and came running. By instinct I darted out of the way, but his hand hit my head with the force of a tornado and I remembered no more.