Author's note: This will be a really short chapter. I do plan on making the others much, much longer and as the description says this is the first one I am publishing, but it is not the first one I made. Please review and let me know what you think and give me tips on how to be better.

"Judging a person does not define who they are… it defines who you are"

-unknown

Chapter 1

O'ryan was handcuffed to a chair in the middle of a room. His black hood was up blocking most of his face and shielding his blue fox eyes from the light that hung over room was mostly empty, save the metal table he was sitting at and the two-way mirror he was facing. The only way in was though a thick metal door that was locked by a four-digit code and guarded on the outside by two armed guards. The metal walls and cement floor made the room feel cold. The faunas eyed the door knowing any moment someone was going to walk through it. Sure enough a loud beep came from the door and a man entered closing the door behind him.

The man was six feet tall and was in his mid thirties. With his face cleanly shaved, his well groomed dark brown hair, and blue eyes that would sparkle in the light, you would think he was a model. He was carrying some papers and a folder, most likely O'ryan's criminal charges.

"I had a feeling it was going to be you. How have you been, James? " O'ryan asked in an aggravated tone.

James grunted and read off the first sheet not bothering to look in his direction. "Name: O'ryan Fuchs. Age: seventeen. Hair color: blonde. Eye color: blue. Race: faunas. Animal affinity: fox. Charges: theft and assault."

"Wow, I'm surprised that being a faunas isn't on the charges."The faunas joked.

James slammed the papers on the table, "Maybe it should! Why won't you faunas learn your place?"

O'ryan startled by the sudden outburst, there were times when he still thought of James as the guy who was always there for him. They used to be good friends but have grown more distant since the fire. James used to look at O'ryan like a little brother. They would laugh and joke with one another completely unaware of the Facades they both carried.

O'ryan looked down and mumbled in a mocking tone, "I'm sorry. I'll just change my race to human, you know just rip out my eyes, live the rest of my life blind. Oh, hey maybe I'll even stop stealing."

"No you won't! Stealing is part of who you are! How can you change your personality when you won't even change your outfit!" James shouted escalating the argument.

"I can't change my outfit because I don't have any money." O'ryan matched his tone.

James escalated even further. "Then get a job! Be productive!"

"I can't! No one will hire me." O'ryan retorted again matching James' tone.

"They won't hire you because you steal from them!" James shouted in the same tone. He clearly did not want to continue yelling. This was O'ryan's chance.

"No! They won't hire me because I'm a faunas!" O'ryan overshot James' tone, silencing him and startling him. The faunas pulled out a cross necklace from under his hoodie and stared at it before continuing in a calm voice.

"My grandfather once told me 'Die Welt ist voll von Kreatur, die nur darauf warten, in die Licht kommen' which means the world is full of creatures that are just waiting to come into the light." He sighed and put the cross back in his hoodie before continuing. "But how, I ask you, can those creatures feel the warmth and joy of that light if the ones in it keep pushing them down into the darkness?"

"Spoken like a true philosopher, but do you think being in this so called darkness that it is okay to steal or hurt others?" James asked intrigued.

"No. I steal because I need to. Look at all the thefts I have done so far. They were either for food or clothing. The bare minimum. I will find a way into that light and when I get there I will reach my hands into the darkness. I will pull everyone out of the cruel world and into a new one where everyone is treated equal. I can't do that if I starve to death in an alley or freeze to death in during the winter."

"That's a good goal but your method of reaching it isn't right. There are other ways of doing….." James didn't even have time to finish before his old friend had cut him off.

In a very serious tone O'ryan spoke "Right, wrong. What does that mean? Everyone is raised to do what is right but how do we know what that means?" Right and wrong. They are merely vague concepts based on everyone's perception of morality. The words right and wrong have no meaning to me. When the world as a whole has no true meaning of these words, why use them.

James was still trying to process what he was saying.

"As for my method." O'ryan leaned forward before he continued. "You couldn't be more wrong. The world loves underdog stories and what better underdog story than a mere faunas who grew up with nothing making his way in a world where everyone hates him. To start from the bottom and get to the top with no help."

O'ryan paused to see how James would react. When he didn't reply O'ryan came to the conclusion that he was still trying to process the near rant.

With his Fox eyes locked with James the faunas spoke once more. "I don't know why you hate faunas, but one day I hope I can change that view. If I don't… You will continue to cast down others into the darkness, and will be deemed unfit for the new world."

Before the faunas could react James punched him in the face. His fist collided with the fox's nose breaking it and caused some blood to begin flowing out. The force sent O'ryan back and his chair fell and broke when it collided with the ground. Showing no hesitation James hurdled over the table, pinned O'ryan to the ground, and began hitting him in the face repeatedly. The assault ended as soon as it started. Within moments the door flew open and 3 officers tackled James to the cold floor and restrained him as the faunas picked himself up.

A fourth man walked through the door and asked O'ryan if he was okay. The faunas replied he was fine before using his arm to wipe the blood off his face. The man nodded and turned to James who was now handcuffed and panting.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!" The fourth man barked. His stance and tone gave O'ryan the impression that he served in the military.

"I'm sorry, Lt. Hoffman. I guess I let my anger get the better of me" James spoke in a soft tone that was caused by either fear of the man or guilt. O'ryan thought it was the first.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU'RE SORRY OR NOT! yOU HAD NO REASON TO ATTACK HIM! STAND UP! YOU'RE DOING SUICIDES FOR THE NEXT HOUR!" Lt. Hoffman was relentless and his mention of suicides furthered O'ryan's belief that he was former military.

The three men carried James out of the room followed closely by O'ryan and Lt. Hoffman.

"Are you going to press charges on him?" The lieutenant asked.

"If I can just walk out of this building right now, I won't." The faunas replied.

"What makes you think I will allow that?"

"The fact that if word gets out that a member of you police force assaulted an unarmed person a lot of people are going to be pissed off and start protesting or some shit."

"Hmph, well, it is unorthodox. But I guess I'll let you go. Mainly because it would piss James off."

"Thank you. Oh, and go easy on James. He may be a dick but… You know he was panting a little… Maybe has bad lungs…. And suicides or P.T. in general with weak lungs is borderline torture." O'ryan said as he walked to the exit.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm well aware of how well James's lungs are. A little P.T. won't kill him." The lieutenant replied as he pull a cigarette out of his pocket. "See ya around, kid. Stay outta trouble will ya."

"I make no promises." The faunas called out pushing through the front doors.

As he watched the young boy leave the lieutenant couldn't help but laugh. The kid was interesting, he seemed to think like a Philosopher one moment and the next he sounded like a rebellious teenager. 'I'm going to have to keep an eye out for him in the future'. He thought as he started his making his way to the back exit. He had an officer to chew out.