Prologue

Most of the room is dark, with a single skylight window to shed light in the unknown place. The light of the full moon illuminates one spot where two men are sitting in separate chairs; back to back. Each chair was equipped with heavy duty straps to hold the white haired men in place. One of the two men, the majority of his original slicked back hair design falling into his face, had a massive amount of blood running down his head onto his tattered silver buttoned blue coat with three separated coat tails; a white serpentine pattern running around the collar with the head on his left shoulder and it's tail running down the right side. Under the coat was a black sleeveless vest and a navy blue ascot around his neck. He was sitting there with his head slumped down seeming to be unconscious.

The other man, his white hair barely visible under the amount of blood dying it, had on a tattered red leather two-tailed coat, with a black shirt and red pants with cowboy boot designs around the ankles and black loafers on. He lifted his head up just as the door began to creak open. In walked a mysterious looking man, sporting a crisp black suit and red tie with a pair of shades on. The red suited man growled as he spoke up, the venom in his voice more and more pronounced with every word,

"Once we are free I'm so gonna stick my sword so far up your ass you are going to enjoy your trip back to hell."

"No, you won't. Because the moment we don't need you anymore, we are going to see just how durable the two of you really are."

The man in the suit practically oozed confidence as he turned around and walked back towards the door. Just as he was about to close the door he slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder.

"Besides, we already have the leads we need. The world will be over some time soon. All we need is the Catalyst."

The man said with a hint of confidence in his voice as he slammed the door shut; leaving the two men alone to themselves in the dark as the lights shut off.

Chapter 1

"Come on, Nate. You can take him."

"Don't do it, Darien; you can't win this."

The time is two thirty in the afternoon. The last day of school had ended and summer break had just began. A fight was about to start between two seniors now college freshmen right outside the entrance. Almost everybody was watching, even some of the staff, but no one was interested in really stopping it. It had been a long time in the making anyways.

In the center of the crowd stood the two seniors. One of them wearing a red vest with a black undershirt over it leading to black jeans and steel toe black combat boots. His personality seemed to be more laid back and less caring about most things due to, it was easily noticeable due to his posture. Standing there looking like he was bored out of his gourd with his hands in his pockets.

The other, from the looks of it was the school bully, with a dirty red shirt, beige pants, and a pair of moccasins. The size of the man in the red was twice the size of the man in the vest. His face was full of arrogance as he looked down at the other.

"I'm gonna enjoy kicking your scrawny ass, Nate."

The senior school bully puffed his chest out trying to look cool in front of his audience.

"You won't be able to touch me, you slow piece of shit."

Nate said as he flicked his head a bit to move his bangs out of his face. He already knew how the fight was gonna end.

"Ya know what, I won't even use my hands."

Nate said with intentions on provoking Darien to rush him as he kept his hands in his pockets.

"That's it! I've had enough of you and your loud mouth, you freak!" Darien yelled as he charged towards Nate.

Darien threw punch after punch at Nate, who proceeded to dodge them like they were nothing. The crowd was in awe as they witnessed the fight. Seeing Nate move so fast they were starting to believe he wasn't like any other normal person with how fast he was moving. Nate actually pretended to yawn when Darien came to a stop to catch his breath.

"Huh, this is starting to get boring. You don't happen to have any other tricks up your sleeve do you?"

Nate looked at Darien who seemed to be breathing heavily and surprised that Nate dodged all those punches easily.

"No, ok then you're not worth the time and effort. Bye."

Nate said as he turned around with his arms still in his pockets and walked away from Darien.

"Get back here... and fight me like a man… you pussy!"

Darien said between breaths. Beads of sweat were already forming on the guy's brow.

"Ohhhh… he called you a pussy. You gonna take that from him, Nate?"

Someone yelled from the audience, probably Nate's friend Dan.

Nate looked over his shoulder and actually scared Darien with the smug grin on his face when suddenly, as if in the blink of an eye, Nate was behind Darien.

"Could you repeat that? I couldn't hear what you said over the sound of you pissing yourself."

The crowd started dying of laughter at the sight of Darien. The long time reigning school bully...was actually pissing himself. A puddle formed at his feet and his shoes wet as Nate walked away. His facial expression looked like he had seen the Devil himself.

"Oh and don't fuck with little kids, man. That's just mean."

Nate smirked as he walked towards the parking lot. A boy around the same age as Nate was following right behind him. Nate didn't turn around to see who it was because he knew exactly who he was; his best friend Dan. The guy was a just little bit shorter than Nate. He had the build of a football player. The image was completed with his tan skin and short straight brown hair; giving him the look of the school quarterback along with his letterman jacket, jersey, blue jeans, and Nikes. They had been friends since middle school when they started football together.

Dan was still trying to catch his breath from laughing his ass off.

"Yo, Nate that was so cool man. I can't believe Darien peed his pants in front of everybody. Anyways, you down to go see the movies tomorrow?"

"Yea sure I'll be there. What time? Also, what the heck are we going to see?"

"That new action film you won't stop talking about is releasing tonight. I figured late five o'clock should be fine to get in before the lines get big."

"Shit, I forgot that was coming out today. Hell yes."

Dan just shook his head at his best friend.

"Just don't be late."

"When am I ever late?"

Nate replied as he pressed the remote start button on his keys.

Just hearing the sound of his car got him riled up. He saw his 2014 Chicago Blackhawks Camaro convertible in black and red. He walked up to the driver's side and opened the door and got in with a heavy thud. He looked in the rear view mirror only to see himself in it. Darien's voice normally didn't affect him, but that one word that popped up in his mind. Freak. He sighed to himself. He was a eighteen year old with black hair just past his ears. The only thing that could be considered freaky about him were his eyes; the same fiery red eyes looking back at him. He backed up at an angle and drove forward to head home.

At home

Nate pulled up to his house that he lived in with his father to see that his old man's car was in the driveway. He pulled in right next to the car; an old school 1968 Cadillac DeVille with dark blue paint and tan interior parked the car. He walked in the house and looked around for his father.

"Dad?! You home?"

"Yea I'm in my room." His father replied in the distance.

Nate walked towards his father's room and walked in to see his father packing some clothes. He studied his father a bit and the same feeling from being called a freak hit him. Nate always wondered why he didn't have the appearance of his father. His father had slicked-back white hair, icy blue eyes and Nate didn't have either of those. Whenever he asked about it his father always changed the subject, as if it hurt to talk about it or something.

"Hey son, how was your last day? You get in any fights again?"

"It was fine and no, no fights today."

Nate flat out lied, though he got the feeling in his gut that his father knew that and just decided not to talk about it. He looked back at the suitcase and looked at it questioningly.

"Do you have to go out of town or something?"

Nate questioned his father.

"Yea, something suddenly came up. It won't be long maybe a week or so. You can handle a week alone, can't you? You can use the time to finish those scholarship applications by the deadline."

"Yea I was just wondering that's all."

It wasn't unheard of that his dad would just pack and leave for a week. In fact, he did it maybe two times a year. What got him was that if he was remembering correctly, this time would be the third. He knew better than to ask him though. He always said it was just work.

As his father passed him to pick something out of his closet Nate looked down at a old picture of him as a child with his father on his night table. A question popping up in his mind right out of nowhere. His dad still had his back to his son while looking through his closet for something else.

"Hey Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Was my mom a nice person?"

Nate looked at his father's back. The question stung him as froze in his tracks before turning to look at Nate; a look of hurt and sadness appearing on his face. He walked over and put his hand on his son's shoulder.

"Son… your mother was an angel. You look so much like her at times that it makes me remember all the good times I got the chance to have with her. She would be so proud of you if she could see you now; even if you act like a demon now and then."

His father responded trying to make Nate feel better. Nate didn't get a straight answer, but at least he didn't change the subject that time. His dad looked down at his watch and sighed.

"I have to get going; my flight leaves in one hour. I'll call you when I get to the hotel."

Nate's father tiredly said as he zipped up his suitcase and headed for the front door.

"Oh and one more thing. Don't throw any parties while I'm gone."

He had a serious look on his face, but his voice said otherwise.

"I don't intend on getting in trouble, Dad. Besides, I don't think I could afford a party unless I can get some from the safe."

"Yeah, that would be a no on the money. Alright son, see ya."

"Bye."

After watching his dad pull out of the driveway Nate closed the door and headed towards his room.

"Ok I'm gonna go take a shower then pass out on the bed. If only I had some fun in my life for once."

The next day around four in the afternoon

Nate was in his room getting ready to leave for the movies. He looked through his closet to see what his choices of clothes were.

"Damn, did Dad forget to start a loud of clothes before he left?"

Sure enough his dad had forgotten, which was something strange since his dad was one of those 'stick to the routine' kind of people. He always did clothes that day of the week. Must have been important for him to just leave them.

That left the only choice he could really think of was the same clothes he wore yesterday. It was mostly because they were still clean and the only clothes left since he would have to do the laundry this week. So he changed from his house clothes and put them on: a black undershirt tank top with his red vest over it along with a pair of black jeans. His favorite black combat boots finished off his look

"I can't wear just this; people will think I only have one pair of clothes."

He looked down at his phone and opened his internet app to check the weather.

"It's suppose to rain today so I'll bring my coat with me to change it up a bit. Oh and let me grab my phone too before I forget it."

Whenever he was alone he would talk to himself to help him remember what he needed to do. His dad usually said it was something he inherited from his mother. Again, something that made him feel weird about knowing.

Nate reached for his black two-tailed coat when he heard banging on the front door. Confused, Nate looked up at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand.

"That can't be Dan. He said he would see me there. Who in the hell would be at the door then?"

Nate left his room with his coat over his shoulder to walk over towards the door. He looked through the peephole to see none other than Darien from yesterday's quarrel on his front porch. Nate just sighed and laughed a little as he remembered what had happened. Nate unlocked the door, opening it as he responded to Darien's appearance at his house.

"What do you want, shithead?"

"I want a rematch from yesterday, Freak. Just you and me. Right here ,right now!"

Darien was furious. Apparently yesterday hadn't settled well with him.

"Alright, but I won't make this easy on you. I have a schedule to keep."

Nate nonchalantly replied as he stepped outside. He stepped off of the porch ready to fight Darien.

"Now!"

Darien yelled out loud.

Nate figured he wouldn't be alone after the events that happened previously as four other people came out from hiding. One was on the side of the house, two of them were behind Nate's car, and another was hiding in the bushes. The five of them, including Darien started to rush Nate.

Nate just shook his head and sigh.

"I definitely don't have time for this."

All of a sudden they stopped moving. Nothing was. Not the birds in the sky or the leaves falling from the tree nearby. Not even the clouds. See, that was the special thing about Nate. He never told anyone about it, not even his father. He didn't know how or why he had it, but since he hit thirteen he had the ability to stop time for a certain amount of time.

Nate began to laugh hysterically at the twisted looks on the idiots' faces.

"Look at you and your pathetic attempt to beat me in a fight."

He said as he looked at Darien running towards him frozen with a idiotic smirk on his face.

"I should probably move from here."

Nate moved out the way of the four extras and more towards Darien.

"So how do I wanna do this? I could punch Darien in the stomach, stand behind him with a surprised look on my face and then continue to beat up his lackeys. Yea, that sounds about right."

He continued to walk towards Darien and stopped right in front of him. He then shoved his fist into Darien's stomach.

"Oh. one more thing. Just for shits and giggles."

Nate said just as he put his coat in the back of his car.

He walked back in front of Darien and cocked his arm back right before he punched the bully right in the jaw, almost hard enough to break it. Which he then proceeded to pull down Darien's pants so he can trip and fall.

Nate stood behind Darien and checked to make sure everything was in position. All of a sudden Darien and his subordinates began to move; as well as the birds, leaves , and clouds. Darien had tripped over himself as the lackeys stopped running towards where Nate was to look at him behind Darien. Nate sat there with a surprised look on his face.

"Oh what happened, Darien? You seem to have fallen; are we gonna fight or is this gonna be another shit show like yesterday."

Nate said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Don't just stand there! Get him!"

Darien said followed by his men running towards Nate.

"Fight it is then. Good."

Nate said as the closest one to him threw the first punch, Nate dodged it and punched him right in the middle of his face, breaking his nose and making it bleed; sending the guy flying back in pain. The next two went to punch Nate at the same time. Nate caught their hands and held them back for a short second; they started to add a little more force trying to overpower Nate, but their attempts are ended swiftly as Nate was the one to over power them twisting each hand with his own. He then kicked the guy on his left in the knee, breaking his leg causing the guy to fall to the ground in pain as well as the first; and he put the other man's arm on his shoulder while he was distracted and pulled down, breaking his arm.

"Three down; two to go, so Darien do you want me to break the other guy too before it's just you and me or what?"

Nate looked at the last lackey standing who was quivering as he saw his friends get beat in a instant.

"I don't want to fight you. I'll...I'll just help get them to a hospital if that's alright with you." The lackey said hoping Nate would allow him to be unharmed in any way.

"Yea ok, just get them outta here after me and 'Piss Boy' here are done."

Nate looked at Darien to see what his reaction was.

"So do you have any tricks today, 'Shit for Brains'?"

Nate said mocking Darien's intelligence.

"Just one."

Darien replied as he pulled out a switchblade from his right pocket. He sniffles a bit from the bloody nose.

"Oh no, my one true weakness, small knives that are being used by a fucking degenerate."

Nate said with a big smile on his face.

Darien rushed Nate trying to stab him with the blade, Nate dodging the pointless attempts until Darien attempted to stab him in the stomach. Nate couldn't dodge it as Darien had succeeded in stabbing him.

"Gotcha you fucking loud mouth freak."

Darien said as Nate looked down.

"Look again, shithead."

Nate said for Darien had stabbed his left hand and not his stomach. Darien looked shocked at the reveal of his failed attempt as let go of the switchblade and began backing up slowly.

"If you're gonna try to kill me, do it fucking right. If not then it will just be pointless."

Nate said as he lifted his impaled hand up to get a better look at the situation.

"Crap... this is gonna hurt."

Nate said to himself as he swiftly pulled the switchblade from his left hand with his free hand.

"Hey Darien."

Nate called to the attempted murderer. Darien looked at Nate his face still in shock at these turn of events.

"Bullseye."

Nate said as he threw the switchblade right at Darien's shoulder and ending up hitting his mark.

"That's how you follow through with an attack. Now get your shit outta here before I hurt you all some more."

Darien grabbed his wounded shoulder and helped the guy with the broken leg up. So did the lackey that didn't get hurt while the others were able to easily get up and walk away.

"Huh that was worse than I expected. What time is it?"

Nate reached into his pocket to grab his phone.

"Fuck! It's four thirty I'm gonna be late, and I gotta cover this up too."

Nate said as he quickly rushed back inside to clean his hand, wrapping it in gauss, grab his keys and lock the door. He then got in his car and drove off to make it to the movies in time.

Nine o'clock after the movie

The sky is dark; the only sources of light are the stars, the headlights from cars, and the lights from the houses. Nate liked that time of day: quiet and peaceful. Allowed him to think. After the movie Nate drove straight home to go ahead get a good night's rest since he had a good amount of chores to finish. As he pulled into the driveway he noticed something sitting right in front of the front door. He got a little cautious as he got closer. His eyes widened in shock when he saw it was a someone instead of something.

"What the fuck!"