Chapter 1:
Life and Death
It was not a normal saturday evening. The house, once decorated for a birthday party, was now decorated with shattered glass, bullet shells, and fire. The "partygoers" were now laying all around on the floor, blood-stains and burns covering their bodies. A man who was enjoying some cake and punch, was now laying outside the home, half his face missing and a leg being eaten by ants. The party had been thrown by a rich couple who were celebrating the birth of their son: Cameron Rider.
Suddenly, as if by a ghost, the rubble started moving. Out of the movement came a man and a woman. The woman was carrying a small bundle of clothes close to her chest and was covered in ash. The man was a little worse for the ware, a bullet hole in his shoulder and most of his back burned by the wood that had once been his roof.
The couple stumble away from the house as fast as possible into the woods that surrounded it. When they were a safe enough distance from the house, the woman looked over at the man. Noticing his wounds, more notably the small hole in his shoulder, she gasped and lifted her right hand toward it, the left one still holding the bundle. Her hand then started to glow a bluish purple color. The man, noticing what the woman was trying to do, gently lowered her hand. "Cameron first.", he said with the rasp of a person who lost their voice. The woman's eyes widened as she quickly looked down and unwrapped the bundle. Inside was a baby a boy of only 1 year of age.
This, is Cameron.
This, is our hero.