The Cat Boy

Old ways Cannot open New doors

I'm my few years of living, I had endured plenty of hurt. But none like the hurt I felt when Marty died. My real name isn't Cam Jones. I took Michaels last name when they officially let me stay there.
That was because of Marty.
I was a runaway. They could've all easily thrown me at the cops when they found me. But they didn't.
That was because of Marty too.
Even though Mike, Jennifer, Jennifer's sister Chloe and even the dog liked me now, if Marty hadn't have pleaded my case they wouldn't.
And now he's dead.
We all sat in the kitchen silently. Mike was next the coffee machine. His red hair was swayed to the left today instead of the right and his facial hair was growing.
He hadn't shaved.
Chloe usually would be begging him to go to the gym with her and let her skip school, but she didn't ask today. Mike was a computer specialist, but he was also something else.
A hero. Shadowman. Chicago's unpopular protecter. He would always leave the scene of the crime he had stopped with the crooks tied up before the cops showed up.
That's how he earned his name. Everyone thinks he's a myth. But he just isn't a fan of fame.
Jennifer is Just known as The Woman. She never made a name for herself because she couldn't think of one.  Chloe was trying to be a hero. But she needed lots of training. She was only 13.
Me? I was 15. And I didn't want to be a "hero".
Just wasn't really my style.
But needless to say they all got there gadgets and gizmos...from Marty.
It's not fair that someone so kind died. He didn't deserve it.
The doorbell went off.
I glanced over to the door and so did Mike. He looked at me questioning as he made his way to the door.
As he slowly opened it his shock left his face.
There was a boy. He was very handsome. He looked to be about my age. His skin was pale and his facial features were very sculpted and to a point. His eyes were a soft blue. His lips were a light pink.
We stood there for what felt like forever looking at each other.
Mike greeted him and let him in like he knew him.
Once he entered he looked back at me.
"Hi" he said.
"Hi" I replied. He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I shook it gently. "I'm Cam" I said.
"Owen" he replied. Mike took the bag he had and took it in the other room. It was just us.
"So do you live here?"
I wasn't sure how to put that I did but I wasn't in any way related to anyone here.
"Yes" I said timidly. I glanced at his necklace. It was a silver bar engraved "worlds best grandson". Then I realized why he was here.
This was him. This is Marty's grandson.
And from the look of it he...

Lives with me now.