(Hunter) My name's Hunter and I'm from Georgia.
And right now in my life everything is crazy but before I tell you what's going on right now. I need to tell you how it all started.
Back then I was tall, good looking, I thought I knew my parents, and I definitely didn't believe in fairy tales. But now I don't know who my real parents are, what's real and what's fantasy, I have no idea what's good looking anymore except my girlfriend, And especially if I'm any taller. Right now my world is flipped upside down and spun in a different direction. Because one thing the death of my parents well what I thought were my parents.
It started out a normal day back when I was young and dumb. I was 17 and around 5,9. I played several sports. Basketball, soccer, and football, I was just finished with practice and was walking home. I lived about 5 blocks away from the school's soccer field which was right next to the school. I got to about the second to the last block and I noticed smoke was billowing out of a building which was pretty odd. And I got closer and noticed it was my building. I sprinted with the last bit of my energy straight toward the building. When I got close enough I could see the flames shooting out the apartment complex. I looked around and firefighters were surrounding the building with hoses and buckets. Police putting up the last of the crime scene tape. People were crowding around the tape screaming, yelling, talking and crying. My first thoughts went to where are my parents? I looked through the crowds of people seeing no one I recognized. Then I started to feel queasy. 'What if they are at the grocery store or maybe they're at the hospital in case they were injured.
I didn't feel so queasy after a while. Then a man walked up to me and he looked really young. He had brown short messy hair with brown eyes. He was really skinny and tall. When he got close enough he said: " Um... hey are you okay?" I nodded and he put his hand out. "My names Spencer, Spencer Reid and who might you be?" At first, I thought he could be a stranger. He must have noticed my expression because he said something else.
" I work for the FBI, as a behavioral analysis unit BAU." I had no idea what that meant. But I trusted him. " Ummm... Hunter Wilton." He nodded. "Where're your parents?" I shrugged and he nodded again. "I just got home from practice and the building was on fire." He nodded once again but he started looking around. A loud scream came from the building. I followed Spencer to the building since we were only on the sidewalk a couple of feet away. I could feel the intense heat on my face.
The woman was my neighbor Mrs. Rosenberg. She was about in her 60s. She's a very strong black lady. She always sounded mean but if you got to meet her she was the nicest lady on the whole floor. She was lying on the ground and she had severe burns on her face. Her eyes were closed and she had 2 medics and several officers putting her on a stretcher. They loaded her into the ambulance and drove off. I could see one medic trying to resuscitate her.
I felt tears coming. I tried so hard to blink them away but they just came in bursts. Spencer held my shoulder. After several minutes of silence, Spencer spoke up. "Who was that?" I take a deep breath. "My neighbor Mrs. Rosenberg. " Spencer gave my shoulder a hard squeeze. He let go and walked up to an officer. My thoughts went straight back to my parents. Are they okay? Are they in the hospital? Are they trapped in the building!? I had no idea. Then all of a sudden everything was moving. Like I was on a boat. My stomach and my head gave a searing pain.
Next thing I know I'm on the ground and Spencer's holding my arm. "Hey it's gonna be okay, you just fainted." He nodded to some medics to take care of me. "My name is John, now I would like to know how you are feeling?" I didn't feel any pain but I felt numb. "....Numb." That's all I could get out. He nods and he and another man help me stand. He was a short, real buff looking guy. He had no hair, he was a darker skinned guy and he looked about 30. John had these Carmel colored eyes. That made me feel not so uneasy.
The other guy was smaller and had plain green eyes with blonde hair. He looked like just a teen, his hair was more long and jagged. He was really in pain. He seemed confused about what he was supposed to do. Spencer came back and he looked pretty upset. "Hey buddy, um ... I have to talk to you." He gestured for the medics to leave. "Hunter, we found your parents." The way he said it was like he didn't wanna tell me. Then he put his arm around my shoulders. " They were trapped in the building. Annnd they burned alive." I froze. I didn't know what to do. He's lying I thought then I looked at him and I could see him tearing up a bit. He wasn't lying. " No, they made a mistake. IT'S NOT THEM!" The tears came rushing down and Spencer held me. After a long time of crying I finally was able to stop. " So what am I gonna do since they're......"I take a big deep breath. "Gone." He looked me straight in the eyes as we sat on the sidewalk on a tarp. The fire was out and a lot of people were gone. " We are gonna take you to the police station and phone any of your family." "But all my family is dead." He looked at me a bit confused. "My parents were the last of the Wiltons and Darbrows. They all died. " Spencer nodded and stood up. " We'll figure something out. "
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I was sitting in the police station for 18 hours. When they get a call that I have a family member willing to take me in. She must be barely related. Spencer came back after the phone call. "So her name is Nina Darbrow. Her mother married a dark brown after Nina was born. So she isn't blood-related but she is related and she will be taking care of you. She lives in Alexandria Minnesota. And she has a boyfriend." I'm so confused I have to take a plane from Georgia to Minnesota. To live with a complete stranger. "Ok. ''So when do I leave? So I have time to say goodbye to my friends." He holds up 6 fingers. " six hours Till the plane leaves I will be coming with you." He waves me off and walks out of the room.
I decide to leave and visit my friends then when I get to the block before my apartment I look up and realize it's dark out and they probably are all sleeping. So I just headed to the apartment complex. There was nobody outside except two officers who were in their squad cars chatting and drinking I assume coffee. So I sneak into the building. The doors were shut and had caution tape all around it. I start feeling a pain in my chest. As I got closer to the doors it took a lot of strength to pry the door open. It made a loud pop when it broke free and I turned around to the squad car. They were still talking. So I snuck inside. It was really warm inside. Everything was black and smoldering. I didn't recognize a thing. I decided to follow the staircase out of curiosity. As I walk up to it. I had a strange memory of being a kid again and walking up the stairs. When I reached my floor it was so dark that I had to pull out my cell phone flashlight.
The light seems dimmer than usual. I walk past several doors. I didn't recognize my own apartment building until I took a double take. It looked nothing like before it was just ashes. I walk around nothing's left. Everything was charred, melted or just gone. When I go to my room on the window ledge is a figure made of clay. Painted black with blue streaks and blue eyes. I picked it up. It seems odd that it doesn't have any smoke damage or even that it melted from the heat. I look up and there it is the same looking thing in my hand but massive. A dragon.
