I've done this mainly in the P.O.V. of my own character. Also this is my first fanfic so constructive criticism please!

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Chapter 1: Hidden beginnings

            I ran, from what I didn't know. I had woke up that morning and looked in the mirror and saw darkness, I had no past that I could remember and no name to attach to my featureless face. I searched the room for any I.D. I didn't find any, but I did find a gun and a piece of paper with an address on it. I dressed in thick clothes that hid my body completely and then I pulled a balaclava over my head. I felt that this was important somehow as I placed the pistol into the waistband of my trousers at the small of my back.

            I headed into the suburbs. I didn't ask for directions, all I would have gotten was a freaked silence. I found the place, it was a gigantic mansion, and I could just make it out through the trees. I went to the gates and tested them, they didn't budge and I didn't want to make myself known in case they were my enemy. The walls were too high to jump and too smooth to climb.

            I looked around and saw a deep shadow; I felt a compulsion to go into it. I gave into instinct and moved away from the harsh glare of the sun. As soon as I moved into the shadows I felt calmness wash over me. The darkness opened up to me, like a long dark corridor with a thousand doors. I moved forward without hesitation and took the nearest exit. I came back out on the other side of the wall through the shadow of a fountain. I saw that I was a lot closer to the mansion, about thirty feet away neat I thought. I scanned the area for any threats; there were none so I made a break for the glass doors of the mansion, the sun made me wince as I crossed the drive. The glass doors were thankfully unlocked; I pushed through the doors and moved into the indirect light.

"Hold it right there, bub." A grizzly bear of a man was advancing on me with -to my already shocked system- knives protruding from his fists. He moved like a predator on the hunt. "Lemme tell ya, I've been looking for a good excuse to flex my claws."

            I instinctively moved into a combat posture; Right hand and foot forward, weight on left foot and my left hand by my face. My opponent attacked, jumping straight at me. I used his momentum against him, twisting to throw him over my shoulder. He leapt up onto his feet instantly. He moved again. I aimed a roundhouse kick at his chest, but it didn't connect. He grabbed my foot and twisted it, and I left the ground momentarily. The air left my body as I landed face first. I flipped over onto my back and saw a claw moving down for the kill. I rolled until I hit against a wall. I slowly stood up breathing heavily desperate to get oxygen back into my lungs.

            For the first time I evaluated my opponent, he was quick, agile and powerful, plus he had claws that looked like they could cut the air. If I was going to have even the slightest chance of beating this guy I was going to need some kind of weapon myself. I felt my hands start to itch as I moved back into the fighting posture. When my hands came into view I stared in shock, so did my opponent, my hands had a set of three claws each. They were exactly like my aggressor's except that mine -like the rest of me- were matt black. The light was sucked in instead of reflected.

            "Well, bub, shall we?" I said, ready to fight.

             "So you're a limey huh," He asked, no, stated. I didn't have the slightest idea what he meant. I crouched down and leaped, taking half the lobby in a single jump. I was midway through my attack when I heard a high-pitched shriek and a sharp pain blossomed in my side. My body hit the stairs and I scrabbled back to my feet, ready for the extra player. I turned towards the glass doors. I hesitated. Instead of two, I was faced with seven.

            "Oh crap." I quickly drew my pistol and took aim, but the gun was wrenched from my grip by an unknown force and I stared dumbly on. I looked at each of the group before me. There was a young teen, a pale girl, and a blue furred . . . thing. Next to Blue Boy was a dark-skinned boy, a red haired girl -who I think took my gun, judging by the look of concentration on her face- and an older teenage guy who seemed to just scream "leader-in-training."

            The "leader" was looking at me grimly. "Evan, spike him," I heard him say. The dark-skinned kid moved forward. He lifted his arm and bony protrusions erupted from his wrist. He threw his arm forward and the 'shards' were catapulted towards me, out of reflex I made to batter them out of the way, dark shards flew out of my forearm and deflected the incoming projectiles. They stared in amazement at the bone shards lying on the floor, their dark counterparts dissolving in the sunlight.

            I was suddenly filled with fear. What else would they throw at me? I turned and ran, figuring I could find a back door or window and escape, or possible a "shadow door." I knew I couldn't outrun them in their own home, so I had to get out quickly. After a lot of ducking and diving I found myself downstairs in the kitchen and headed straight for the back door. I put my hand on the door knob when blistering pain stabbed into my head.

            Stop, a voice said as it entered my mind. You need not run, we can help you. I grabbed my head and plugged my ears in a futile effort to stop the painful noise.

            "Get out of my head!" I screamed as I fell to the floor. "Get. Out. Of. My--" the last thing I saw was the young girl walking through the wall. I blacked out and the pain receded.