Introduction

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC later on the story.

You think you had seen it all when a wall crashes besides you, believe me it's not a good place to be in. To start off my name its Nathan Evans and I'm 14. Some people would say that I'm small for my age, but I think I'm just fine, you know I am 5 feet tall with straight blue hair, (Yeah I know blue hair? But it's natural) and violet eyes (don't ask me I don't know how). Continuing with the terrifying moments in the beginning…

From the hole made from the wall came a man on a wheelchair with a sick insane expression on his face, I thought (WDF did he use dynamite or something) I was cut out of my thought at the sight of an arrow flying my way, with crazy reflexes I didn't knew I had I managed to dodge it but barely. The arrow got stuck on someone's locker, then it suddenly started melting until it turned onto an odd piece of metal on the floor.

(Does that has acid?)

"You managed to dodge it, Good Job" I turned to the sound and found the man on a wheelchair with a bow, and notching another arrow.

I didn't want to find out so I ran.

For someone on a wheelchair he was fast. He was even able to go up the stairs.

After several close calls and an exploding fire extinguisher, the bell rang and the hall filled with people.

I took the opportunity and escaped. Running to my house that luckily was only 2 block down the street.

When I arrived home I found a note from mom:

Dear Nath (yeah that's my nickname)

I won't be on the house for dinner so I left some leftovers for you to eat. Please eat all your vegetables, don't make a party, _ (please insert something that your mom tell you when she leaves you alone on the house).

I thought (well he that crazy man doesn't know where I live, right?) That thought didn't last long when I heard the trash can on the kitchen crashing against the floor.

An odd feeling started to arise, (is it fear?)

I slowly tiptoed to the kitchen door to find a messed up room filled from pieces of meat to cream pie palters everywhere. I inspected the kitchen and found a little dog (those golden retrievers from the commercials) with a sausage on its jaws and a cute look wile wagging her tail.

I couldn't resist his charms I picked him up and started petting him. While doing it I discovered it was a female.

I really wanted a dog, so I couldn't stop wondering if she had already a master or not.

I put it down so she could go to whatever place he wanted but she stayed and started liking my shoes, I thought it was adorable so I picked her up again.

I started thinking of a name for my little friend hear. I stared at his little golden tail and thought (Lassie) that names PERFECT.

That day I went to sleep without eating, thanks to my little friend Lassie, who was cuddling on me while sleeping next to me. I watch here sleep for a couple minutes and then became drowsy.

I fell asleep with my last thought (shit my mom is gone a kill me for the mess).