Don't Touch

Ordinary

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know what you're thinking. 'Oh no not more promoting!' Well relax cause it's not about that, I'm actually gonna say sorry that this chapters short. And to promise that next one'll be longer. Now I'll upload every 4 days (loosely) So check on it every now and then kay? :D

PS- I'm pretty curious right now about everyone's fav character so leave a comment below telling me who you like and like a sentence why you like em. Better looks at them all in this chapter, just saying. Character with the most votes will be featured on the new cover cause this one right now is meh.

"Need help," Joe asked raising his brow. "You look confused."

"Just not really sure what a skinwalker is..." Greg began and made a face at Joe. "I mean I've heard of skinwalkers from my Indian friend. But I never quite knew what they were."

"They're believed to be very powerful medicine men," Greg heard a voice say to his right. He turned his head to see Gene sitting on a stone bench. Despite his elderly appearance Greg couldn't help but feel somewhat weary of the old man. "They said to be able to take the shape of the animal whose skin they dawn. But it comes at a price. Those who become skinwalkers must first take the life of one they genuinely love."

"Guess who I killed," Joe said into Greg's ear making him jump and shoot away from the bigger boy causing him to laugh. "Relax niizh, the part about killing is a cover up to discourage people from trying to become what I am."

Greg looked from Joe over to Gene who confirmed Joe's statement with a nod. "So what do you mean discourage people from becoming, you know skinwalkers?" Greg asked being careful not to try and sound offensive.

Joe simply laughed before ruffling Greg's hair. "Sorry little niizh trade secrets." Joe said before walking over to Gene and sitting down beside the old man. "But let's just clear up this whole 'Twilight' thing by me saying not just anyone can skinwalk. Just a select few from each region. Grandpa here is the last remaining traditional skinwalker, the rest of us do it a diff-"

"That's enough Joseph," Gene said placing a hand on Joe's arm. "If I don't stop you now there'll be no more stories to tell."

Greg looked at Gene very closely, something about him seemed familiar he just couldn't decide what. Giving up Greg turned his attention back to Ryan who spoke for the first time since Greg was talking to Joe.

"Well now even though it's a tad late let me introduce you all," Ryan said gesturing to everyone. "Greg this is Gene Roundwind, tribal elder, skinwalker, and our own personal medic. And this is his grandson Joe Roundwind also a skinwalker. You've already met my daughter, Sixx, and I, as well as Flannery. All and all you know us as much as you need to right now."

Greg looked at Ryan curiously before turning to Sonya and then back again. "Um," Greg began looking at the two of them again. "Not to sound rude but... What can you do?"

"Pardon?"

"Well they can skinwalk, Flannery can light fires, I was just wondering what you two can do." Greg said with a shrug. He had to admit he was extremely curious about what their abilities were. "Or am I still not trusted enough-"

Ryan laughed at the comment before answering. "Actually, neither myself or Sonya have any abilites." Ryan said wrapping his arm around his daughter. "We've just trained our bodies to the peak of human potential. Other then that, we're ordinary people."

Greg gave that a quick thought, it would explain how Ryan was able to wrestle that Hellhound, and how Sonya managed to climb that statue so fast. He was about to ask just how they managed being ordinary when 'talents' such as Flannery's and Joe's would be useful. But the sound of a door being slammed shut made all but Gene turn around. Greg turned immediately and was treated to the sight of a very angry Sixx.

"So that's how it is now?" Sixx said as he stalked over to the group and leaned down so he was mere inches from Greg's face. "Let you in for one day and now your all buddy buddy with everyone?"

Greg saw Ryan cross his arms signalling that Greg was on his own this time. After taking in a deep breath Greg looked up at Sixx's stormy eyes. "Well I'm staying here for awhile so I figured I should get to know everyone." Greg said calmly which seemed like it really got under Sixx's skin, so to add to his temper Greg added. "So what can you do? You like me and have any special talent, or you ordinary too?"

Sixx raised his eyebrows to that which was honestly not the reaction that Greg was hoping for. For some reason he enjoyed being able to get Sixx's temper flaring, but now he seemed more interested than angry which didn't seem to be as appealing. Still it was a reaction, though not the one he was hoping for but it was something.

"Ordinary," Sixx repeated before looking at Ryan who seemed neutrally curious about what would happen next. "Okay newbie, let me tell you something here. No one here is ordinary, the may appear that way, but I assure you they are not."

Sixx took several steps back as did Ryan and Sonya, but on his other side Greg saw clearly that Joe stayed put so Greg decided to remain still as well. Sixx rolled up his sleeve until it was just past his elbow before he raised his hand up just below his throat. At first Greg didn't notice anything other then just how pale Sixx's arm appeard to be. That is until Sixx placed his finger on his fore arm and Greg noticed that he could actually see something swirling around in his arm.

"See that," Sixx asked plainly. Greg nodded. "That's what makes me different, That's a liquid that I can harden until it's harder than steel. Now under regular circumstances that wouldn't be very good but-" Sixx's voice began to strain almost as if he were in pain right now. Greg saw something begin to form on the outside of his skin, and it was only after several seconds that he realised it was a handle. Sixx grabbed the handle and pulled revealing a sword not unlike the one he'd had when they first met. "When I make it come out of my pores I can shape it however I want."

Greg stared at the sword in Sixx's hand and couldn't quite grip what he'd just seen. Sixx had pulled a three-foot long blade straight out of his arm. He didn't know why but for some reason it just seemed like the strangest thing he'd seen so far. Greg tore his eyes from the blade and glanced back at the arm it was pulled from. No blood, not even a cut. Just a red splotch on his skin showing where the blade had come from. Greg looked back up at Sixx who was looking pleased with himself at having demonstrated what he could do.

Taking another deep breath Greg asked one question. "When you do that, it hurts doesn't it?"

Sixx looked like he was somewhat taken of guard by the question, but he recovered in an instant. "Everytime."