Teagan looked anxious, he slouched walking through the gates. The workers grimaced at him and BlackJack picked up speed. He ran to the house and he paled when he met Ares. "Where have you been!?" Keisha said."I just went for a walk." Teagan said twirling his hand on his leash."I know you went to...You're not allowed to step outside. Running away was completely stupid." Keisha said aware now and he blushed at Harley. "Yeah, I know, I just needed some fresh air. I'm alive aren't I?" He barked defensively. He was acting weird. He bloomed walking away faster. He couldn't handle criticism. He marched upstairs and the room was as dirty as it was before. He was repulsed. "You didn't clean yet?" He said to Keisha who relaxed on the couch.She dropped her magazine. "I'm sorry I said all those mean things about you.""We're cool. Just as long as long as you don't keep any weapons. No more pranks, not more antics." She said. "Clean this up.""Where are all the ghost workers?""They're on a
He shuddered. Those men didn't deserve to live, he clutched his pillow. The day after that was the time he started to realize that he could see dead people. These people were crooks, they sold him to a factory disguised as an orphanage home. Teagan's breathing was heavy at the women asking for his name. He had a hard time communicating, he didn't want to. They shaped him up by beating him. The worst he had was being covered with a sack if he mishbehaved and the tap running over his face until he gave in. He always had a hard time following routines. He lived with an abusive foster father named Randall Barton, his wife Alice and their adopted children, he trusted him to his word. He took care of him gradually until he started to get violent. He even employed the children to beat him up. He asked what was the point of adopting him. Unfortunately all he was good for was being a punching bag. The only good thing he learned was English. His imaginary friends translated and taught him to s
Phoenix, Arizona. He pulled up his sleeve and then looked at the sunburn, scolding himself for not taking the bus. The streets were busy and an autobus paused. It was sunny today on the seventeenth of April. Maks Anderson checked his phone for the current weather report and it just passed 87 degrees. "How hotter could it possibly get?" He said by the roadside waiting for a bus when a big blue bus stopped before him and he wasted no seconds to hop in."Whoa" He held on to the bar. It didn't take much time until the driver raised an alarm. Honk Honk!!! "Hang on!" He yelled. Maks panicked, there was panic everywhere, the bus started to swerve, it diverted from the huge truck and lunged on the rocky path to a building. The bus smashed into the entrance and it sent glass everywhere. Pushing a mass of rubble, tables and chairs toward the front office desk. The cashier leapt out of the way but fell short when he was thrown off by a flying chair. Maks wobbled holding on to th
He wasn't happy about this newfound muteness and why were his thoughts so loud? His heart was pumping even faster, pouring confusion and pain into the mix and he was a raging bowl of madness. "Ahh, don't touch me!" He pushed her hand away sitting up....How to start an adventure. Let your friend tell you about some real-life dumb sh*t quest and accept it. Character Profile: Maks Maks is reaching five feet nine with brown hair, deep-seated green eyes inclining on darker green due to his physiological makeup, a well-shaped face pointed nose and thin lips, and an average physique. He may come off as condescending, rude, hasty and sarcastic too. *** Maks rolled his eyes as Victor Lee, his best friend and sworn nemesis in CoD climbed a chair and reached up to his clustered cabinet, papers came flying out. Swish swish* He caught a paper with this drab band from the eighties and squashed it. "What's this?" He asked. Unlike him, his room used to be spotless. What could have c
He shrieked. He wasn't going to transform, not in front of his half-sister. [This is bullshit] He thought he hit his head too hard. His stomach went in knots. He had the urge to roll up in fear. His hand clenched on the hospital bed rail and Doreen caught him before he fell off. He screamed. Her hands felt like fire again. "What is it?" "I just need to go to the bathroom." He pushed her aside and stumbled to the door, suddenly he felt like he did not have any bones. The doorframe was slippery. The doctor had half a mind to bring one of those portable toilets. Maks groaned with bloodshot eyes. "Bad." He mentioned. The doctor let him out because a nurse was there to escort him. The doctor turned back to her again, he looked very nervous "Ma'am, it's hard to say but... your son doesn't have any bones." Wham* She slapped him. *** [Transformation in 0.02hours] "Hold on" He gruffed and his legs wobbled. The nurse raised an eyebrow. "I need some privacy." He went inside and s
Victor shrugged. He tilted his head a little catching the dire expression on his face. "The casualties...the casualties are the trigger ok? This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going." Victor sniffed and pushed up his glasses. Then he looked aside at his dad tending to horses at the field. He swallowed pulling himself together sighing. "Level zero? Is that even a thing?" Maks asked him. The funniest and equally saddest part was, he didn't feel any different when he transformed. It was supposed to be empowering but it was just insulting and annoying. Chilling. "I don't have any powers, I never had and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled b
"Victor!" Victor gasped as the vision faded with yellow magic dust. He stepped back as the image of his father coming disappeared. He nearly got in trouble for Maks' transformation. "Dad?" His eyes changed from a glowing yellow to a regular brown. He covered his eyes. He raised his hand to trace the particles of dust in the air and his mouth fell open. "What? This isn't real?" He could feel a great deal of qi in his forearms and the light particles went out. [Prevent what you see from happening] The yellow panel was in form of a yellow magic mirror turning and the words appeared. It was preconceived ahead of time. He panicked when Irma arrived charging toward him in the same clothes. "Wait now?!" He shrieked. Maks grimaced at him "You've been standing there looking at nothing for hours." "Huh?" "Happy?_how do you expect me to be_" He shoved Maks running. "What the hell_" "Quick, hide! Before she sees you" He instructed and gasped when the drag of pulling Maks reduced
[You've got to be kidding me] He could feel precisely where the bird was stepping on. He burrowed deeper until his mouth was full.Gulp* He swallowed and laid there in the wet grounds rubbing some on himself for hydration. [Survive puh!]He scoffed then panicked at the thumps on the earth, chips of soil fell on his head. He shrieked at the large eye poking through the hole. Then he shrunk when the bird started scraping the burrow wide open. It clamped its beak inside screeching.It nearly clipped off his head, he slugged on the other side away from it.[ Ahhh! ][What do I do, what do I do?] He tunneled into the soil and groaned when he hit rock and turned back.The digging grew intense and there was sand spraying everywhere.[Do you really have to eat me?!]It was getting closer and clipping its beak. The swallow shrieked flapping back when he popped up.He inched away. It was a good thing he could breathe out of his skin because crawling was too much work. He looked back. The