The Protector

Chapter One

Adam

In Lima, Ohio, on one clear, crisp night, there was a boy walking alone in the streets.

Lima was a nowhere town like any other, and like all towns, has its own secrets. This one being that it was more prejudiced then normal. With just that odd abnormal adult.

Simply put, if you weren't a white Catholic couple or family with a good reputation and income, or a hardened person, then the people of this place will shun and belittle and make you an outcast of every definition of the words.

Its only saving grace was that no one here was any noiser then any other place about a person business.

And that was why one Adam Vivid, the previously mentioned boy, had moved here two months ago.

This place maybe spiteful of anything different, but it was the perfect place for him to settle down his nerves from being around his family for too long. And he has a lot of nerves.

Adam was an attractive young man. With sunshine hair that stood out in the dark, a tanned complexion, and muscular body, he was almost every girls dream. The only thing throwing off the look was his apathetic look, rectangular glasses somewhat obscuring his chocolate brown eyes, and a lighted cigarette sticking from his mouth while holding a bottle of root beer.

Adam was the youngest of his family (not counting extended or family friends) and was thus the baby. He had nine older siblings, three brother and six sisters, -most of whom were settles down with families of their own. The five eldest were adopted while the other were biologically his half siblings, all of them sharing one mother. He was the only child whose father was actually the man she married.

As the youngest, he could get away with a lot, even now. But this was the only time he actually took advantage of it. Not even as a kid would he answer the standard 'what do you want for your birthday' question parents would ask their kids and say something specific.

(He would just shrug and say to surprise him before getting to his book. Even after all these years, his mother still insisted to keep on asking that, hoping he would actually answer with something. He was almost twenty years old, Mom! Stop asking!)

But the usual drama and tension that resided in his daily life was getting to him and Adam knew that if he hadn't left when he did, he would snap and damn the consequences. And when you consider the fact that he was always -ALWAYS- calm, cool and collected in the face of everything his family did, (Sapphire laughing evilly as she traumatized another poor victim with her ..special talent, Jasmine poisoning people who slighted her, Micheal looking over a dead body as he experimented on them with his usual sadistic curiosity, Crystalla terrifying everyone she meets with her red eyes and cruel smile as she slowly broke them without dignifying any of them with physical touch, Isolde with her conceding looks and sharp tongue as she destroyed the people in her way, Damon with his mafia affiliation, Vena as she adjusted to her lost memories, and Harriet with her problems in her birth place England, (the last three being another can of worms all together). And those were just his brothers and sisters. Don't even get him started on his parents and their ... acquaintances).

So it was with the thought of reenacting the Black Prom Massacre should he lose his zen exterior that prompted him to get the hell out of dodge, so to speak. And it was both the best and worst decision of his life.

Because of the fact he had long since gotten used to his family's craziness and insanity, the quietness and silence of the house he bought became unbearable. While he lived and grew up in a mansion, there was always some noise, rather it was from having his siblings friends over or said siblings preferred hobbies (if anyone could call it that).

But he didn't know that it became an ingrained part of himself, to the point that he would jump and attack at any little noise with his knives (hey, he already told you about why he left). The smoking was already a habit. He just added drinking as another because at least the buzz was a noise, even if it was in his head.

As he took another swing from his drink though, he saw something up ahead. Something that always got his rarely used protective instincts riling.

A group of high schoolers ganging up on someone that didn't fit to there standards. In fact, now that he got closer, there were also some older men -much older then him- in there as well.

And in the middle of it all? A tall preteen with some designer clothes.

That was the last straw. The last thing Adam knew was red.