He walked alone on his birthday. It was pretty dark but he wasn't afraid, his MP3 was safely in his left shirt pocket. He heard a song only from the right headphone. He made a mental note to buy a new headset. His long blond hair swung around his white face. Normally he used his slate board to get home but he couldn’t today because he busted it when he tried to practice a new grind move on the rails on school grounds. He was in detention until now, it was the first day since school started he really finished all his homework the same day he got it. His icy blue eyes looked at the passing cars as he waited to cross the street. It was cold, a little after X-MAS. There was some snow at the sides of the sidewalks. He didn't care for the snow that much, he just recently got his new family and his new home was warm enough for him. A gay couple was his new family. They were really nice, they seemed to be in love over their heads when he meet them, Dylan didn't care that much, he never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Truthfully he wasn’t attracted to either. When he walked past an ally a hand grabbed him. He was pushed against a wall then he was released. He fall to the floor and looked up four blond men were staring down at him, and they seemed to have wings. They were wearing white robes and walked barefoot.
"Darn it, it's not Halloween. What the hell do you want? I have no money," Dilan said angrily. The one that looked like the leader walked forwarded he grabbed Dilan by the front of his shirt and lifted him up into the air.
"Oww," Dylan cried in pain as he was lifted up, this guy was amazingly strong, Dilan tried to kick him, but that was no use.
"Varmint," The man hissed in disgust, his friends followed.
"Sir, he has no powers?” said one man with extremely long hair.
"Sure he dose, he's sixteen already isn't he?" said another with short bangs and a long ponytail. The third just stood there, his hair was allover his face, hiding it from view he said something in a language sounded like Arabic which surprised Dylan, none of the men seemed to be Arab.
"I don't care if he doesn’t know how to use them, I should kill him right now and end this, we will surely win if they don’t have him on their side. I don't care if he's only a kid, he came from the seed of evil," The Arab with the ponytail said.
"Let's see you do something about it,” said the leader after he laughed. The leader then started to kick Dylan. Dylan kicked back like a maniac as he started to feel a lack of air, his eyes widened as he tried to scream for help. The Arab blond looked away he seemed to be in pain from seeing his friend murdering Dylan. Dylan cried softly as it all began to get darker, he didn't want to die on his birthday. Then the ground opened beneath the Leader's feet, his curly hair swung around his face as he slipped and he let go of Dylan. He slammed into the ground, his head hurt; he thought he saw a bony hand griping the man's ankle. He closed his eyes, there was a lot of nose, all the men seemed to be fighting and screaming in Arabic to each other. Dylan kept his eyes closed. He heard the sound of shuffling wings and a bone cracking; he softly opened his eyes and saw a skeleton looking at him. Dylan winced and crawled to the wall, whimpering in pure fear
"Master Dylan...I'm surely not that disgusting..."said a skull with an old British accent.
"Those guys probably gave me drugs,” he mumbled as everything went black once more
and he leaned on the wall.
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"Dear god, Why am I the babysitter?" asked the skeleton.
"Because daddy trusts you mister," a young blonde boy said. If skulls could smile, this one just did
"Yes he does, Master Terry, now let's take your big brother home shell we?" The skeleton asked speaking to the young boy, who simply nodded.
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