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part one: discovery

Note: i dont enjoy useing punctuation in writing first drafts. With that said keep your gramatical critisiamz to your self

Ok it's the fairly early night. The sort of darkness that's broken up into neat fair portions by the city that it surrounds. The city's lights always seemd to keep the night at bay as if it demanded it's presence be cast out from the world forever.

I walk around the half lit streets, hesitant to actually let my guard all the way down. My guts knew better than to let my brain control the amount of defense at any time. Either way I was there engulfed in the infinite twilight of the city, buildings towering around me neon tubes streamline a cornucopia of colors into my eyes. The streets almost completely abandoned, I guess I wasn't in the safest part of town. One or two cars litter the roads "no ones ever out on quiet Sunday nights like this" I reflected. I don't know where I was going just that I wanted to get away from the world I found myself in. These days it's cruelty knows no bounds it seems to pile problem after problem onto the weakest people. The part that amazes me is how these tiny beings can curry such a magnificent amount of weight without being crushed. The yellow orange of the street lights were much more comforting than the harsh colors of down town.

Still walking I found myself in front of my old house memories glide into my minds like a paper airplane thrown years ago finally finding its destination. Worn down out of style apartments lay before me. Some of the windows were covers in rotting boards why there's were simply left smashed open. Its places like this that no one seemed to care about its easy to forget a past like this place so long as it no longer demands to be rememberd. This hone ground zero for the devastating episode I called a life.

Theres no real start to my story just scattered points all over my splatterd brain matter. And now I here staring into the red yellow eyes of my past they sneer at me and I yell back at them "blink damnit BLINK!" I'm on my knees now giving up on myself seems to be what I'm good at these days. Flash back to an early nightmare I'm being chased by a man made of television static I get up the stairs of the house he's changing me in only to realize he can't hurt me. So I grab him by the upper arms he shakes me violently, I pull away to see my arms are dissolving into static. My mind snaps back to reality me on my knees in front of this demon house. I get up the night bitter and cold a small breeze chips away ait the godly warmth I keep selfishly hidden inside my green army jacket. I continue down the framed sidewalk not really knowing where to go next holding out hope the darkness would guide me, I was not disappointed.

Chapter1

I flipped my hood over my head, in a attempt to hide myself from the rest of the night. I kept walking down the street pick my pace up slightly. I walked past a a dark back alliway, the kind you see in old gangsters movies. The figure of a man up against the cold stone walls lay before me. A voice.

"Hey kid."

"Sup" I replied casually

"You wanna buy some..stuff?" His voice was shakey i could tell he was new at this.

"Do I want to buy stuff? Wow man your terrible at this what don't to try again and ask like you don't have a 10 foot rod up your ass"

"Fuck you man!"

He began walking away not amused by my comments

I follow short behind him US the only two walking down the cracked sidewalk cracks like spider's web weaved little by little day by day

"Lets say I do wanna buy some stuff what you got?"

"I said fuck off homez!" Standing in the murky yellow light of a lamppost I managed to get a better look at the guy. He wasn't a guy so much as a kid there was no way he was over 19, he was Latino with a thin patchy mustache the kind that made me hate a person's face.