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I was originally going to make this a manga/comic, but my drawing hasn't been so good lately and I would like to share this story with the people of KHI =D
Chapter One
Mark Samuel was just like any other ordinary kid. Every day he got up at seven o' clock sharp to get ready for Piano lessons. When he was finished, he went to Westside Middle School for seven and a half hours. After his studies, Mark would go to Soccer practice for the Westside Warriors. Mark would then get home and study for two hours, and devotes the rest of his time to mostly TV watching and internet surfing.
But Mark certainly wasn't normal. Underneath the normal student's life was something way out of ordinary.
The glum teenager sat on the hard bench beside the large window in his dining room. Mark has planned on going to a professional soccer game with a few friend for his birthday, but the weather, which was pouring rain, didn't really help that much. Why does it have to rain today, of all days? Mark thought.
Mark has always wondered why rain has to fall on certain place on certain times. Of course, he knew there was a scientific explanation for where rain clouds travel, but to Mark it was basically God picking on him.
"Do you want to see a movie with your friends?" Mark's mother, Paula, questioned.
"No, I'm okay. I'm kinda tired, I think I'm gonna go to bed..." Mark slowly walked up the creaky steps to his room.
As Mark lay on his bed he all of the sudden started to ache in pain. He moaned and maybe yelled a bit as he tossed and turned over in his bed. What's happening to me!? A burning flare of pain ceased in his back. He felt as if someone was stretching out his skin and ripping it in the process. Mark felt tears coming down his cheeks as he started to yell.
"Mom!!" He shouted. "MOM!!?" His mom obviously couldn't hear him.
Mark knew he had to leave his room. He couldn't do it. He was in pain. He slowly put a foot down on the floor, then the next. Now he had to lift up and stand up. "AHH!!!" He yelled. He wiped aside his tears, and in one miraculous sweep he got up on his feet and limped down the hallway. Mark tried climbing down the stairs, but fell down and toppled down the steep, hard, steps. Once he was on the floor he could see the kitchen, which bear a note on the refridgerator.
"No..." He stoped moaning.
In a very quick process, a black stick game out of his back. It slowly grew another layer which beared a wing. The pain stopped, Mark felt fine.
"What the heck is going on here!?"
PART ONE
Chapter One
Mark Samuel was just like any other ordinary kid. Every day he got up at seven o' clock sharp to get ready for Piano lessons. When he was finished, he went to Westside Middle School for seven and a half hours. After his studies, Mark would go to Soccer practice for the Westside Warriors. Mark would then get home and study for two hours, and devotes the rest of his time to mostly TV watching and internet surfing.
But Mark certainly wasn't normal. Underneath the normal student's life was something way out of ordinary.
The glum teenager sat on the hard bench beside the large window in his dining room. Mark has planned on going to a professional soccer game with a few friend for his birthday, but the weather, which was pouring rain, didn't really help that much. Why does it have to rain today, of all days? Mark thought.
Mark has always wondered why rain has to fall on certain place on certain times. Of course, he knew there was a scientific explanation for where rain clouds travel, but to Mark it was basically God picking on him.
"Do you want to see a movie with your friends?" Mark's mother, Paula, questioned.
"No, I'm okay. I'm kinda tired, I think I'm gonna go to bed..." Mark slowly walked up the creaky steps to his room.
As Mark lay on his bed he all of the sudden started to ache in pain. He moaned and maybe yelled a bit as he tossed and turned over in his bed. What's happening to me!? A burning flare of pain ceased in his back. He felt as if someone was stretching out his skin and ripping it in the process. Mark felt tears coming down his cheeks as he started to yell.
"Mom!!" He shouted. "MOM!!?" His mom obviously couldn't hear him.
Mark knew he had to leave his room. He couldn't do it. He was in pain. He slowly put a foot down on the floor, then the next. Now he had to lift up and stand up. "AHH!!!" He yelled. He wiped aside his tears, and in one miraculous sweep he got up on his feet and limped down the hallway. Mark tried climbing down the stairs, but fell down and toppled down the steep, hard, steps. Once he was on the floor he could see the kitchen, which bear a note on the refridgerator.
"I'm off to the grocery store.
-Love, mom"
-Love, mom"
"No..." He stoped moaning.
In a very quick process, a black stick game out of his back. It slowly grew another layer which beared a wing. The pain stopped, Mark felt fine.
"What the heck is going on here!?"