Hey guys! This is my first story on here so be nice. Any advice is appreciated. AS the story goes on Damian will get more cynical and sarcastic, often mocking life threating situations head on. Also when the human arc comes around you get to decide if he gets a power, and if so what it is! The odds are high that when something happens you will get a vote in it. Now without further ado, let the story begin!
'Thought'
"Speak"
September 24, 2013
I wake up with quite the bloody headache. I look around and find myself in NYC. I run my hand through my messy light blond hair, which for some reason is always mistaken for white. I groan as something gets forced into my mind. A new last name, Darhk. Real funny, considering my first name is Damian. I get up and stumble, cursing the fact that my legs are asleep. I head into an alley way by a café, and lean against a wall. I manage to control my breathing and let out a sigh of relief. I turn to the right and see a van. How did I not notice that? I pull myself together and head out. I freeze as two people come into the alley. What the actual hell?!Where am I?!"Who are you? "Skye? (I'm guessing if I'm where I think I am) says. I smirk at her causing a slight blush. "I'm Skye." She says as she holds out her hand. Before this can go farther Mike drops down and back hands May. I jump to the left to divert attention from Skye. " Yo Mike! Over here!" I shout. He turns to me looking confused. I still look back at what I did next with surprise and confusion. I jump at him and grab the device on his arm. To my surprise the device proceeds to melt and the skin heals over. Mike lets out a pained grunt as he falls unconscious. I smirk at how this ended. That's right! This is how it's done in Dallas! I let out a pained gasp as I fall to me knees. I scowl as my vision starts fading. Really bloody typical, I think as I fall unconscious. I bloody hate Tuesdays!