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By Chibi Hime
Michael Morningstar was an Honor Roll student. He was involved in Student Council Affairs, he was on several sports teams, and he was known to be a social butterfly of amazing proportions; always rubbing elbows with important people.
But his locker at school has gone unopened for months. At the start of the new year, it was cleaned out and assigned to another student. Whatever was inside was shipped to his mother's estate, where it was promptly placed in the guest house to remain unopened and to gather dust.
For all the things Michael Morningstar was good at, there were other things that he had had no concept of.
He was never good at moderation.
He's getting better with experience, but it is something that he has been forced into learning. The concept didn't come naturally to him and it had taken something of catastrophic proportions to get him to even acknowledge that he should take things slowly.
He was never good at being slow either.
He'd say it was in his genes. He's just not built for waiting around. His hybrid metabolism worked differently than both his mother's and normal humans'. It needed constant attention. He'd had to plan things out...had to have backup plans. He had needed...still needs...a steady and reliable food supply. He doesn't have time to wait around for food to come to him. He's always had to be the initiator. He just doesn't have time to be any other way. Michael Morningstar never had the luxury of waiting.
He can't help but see where it has gotten him.
He was impatient, greedy, self-important, self-absorbed, and ridiculously naive about his own potential. He had to be in order to survive as he did for as long as he did. That's why Michael Morningstar is away at a prestigious european boarding school. Well, that was what the cover story was.
That's why Darkstar hid in the shadows and planned his moves carefully. He doesn't have time to wait and he can't risk being seen. Unlike Michael Morningstar, Darkstar caused an uproar if he was seen. It was messy and annoying to deal with. He tried to be quiet. He was much more like a predator than Michael Morningstar ever was...he had to be in order to survive.
Things would have been easier if he went Off-world...if he went into space....but he could not bring himself to leave the pathetic blue planet behind. He was attached to it. It felt safe...comfortable...familiar...like home. Something like him should not have been capable of harboring such feelings...but he did.
That was something both Michael Morningstar and Darkstar had in common.