Izzy never even bothered to look up from his book as he boarded the shuttle for the British Library. He stepped in and quickly found a seat while trying to finish his book. He was headed to the new branch of the British library in Tokyo and would only have several minutes to finish his book which would normally be easy for him. But there was one exception. Izzy was being watched by many of the passengers and he could feel their eyes upon him like an exhibit at the zoo. This would severely distract him.
He appeared to be an average person, that was, to people with skills of his caliber. He was about five foot seven with long black hair, a slightly tanned complexion and lavender colored eyes. His face was rather soft and peaceful looking, sort of innocent though only those who knew him could disagree. His outfit consisted of a white long sleeved shirt cut off at mid-torso with little read designs like borderlines at each hem. He wore a tank top under that and long white pants in the same style as his shirt. His boots were steel toed and pretty heavy, great way to build up his leg strength and of course his lower defensive area and at his waist was a cartridge of paper.
Izzy tried to ignore the feeling of their eyes running up and down his body and continue reading but the though was too distracting. He couldn't concentrate and wanted peace, he wanted them to stop staring at him so that he could just finish his book but didn't want to draw too much more attention to himself. That's when a disgruntled passenger decided that he was going to make a scene and pull a gun out, pointing it at random people and shaking rather badly.
"don't anybody move," the man said, "now, I want all of you to place your belongings into the middle of the aisle and keep you hands where I can see them!"
Izzy now tried to ignore the volume of his voice and continued to read. He was now only two pages away from the end of the book. The man began pacing up and down the aisle grabbing each and every little valuable that he could get. Only half a page from the end now when suddenly the mad took the book from him. Izzy almost rose to protest when the man pointed the gun his way. Soon the man as flipping through the pages, asking about the book and mocking Izzy.
"I suppose this is your alternative to fighting?" the man asked.
Izzy didn't reply. He could feel his blood boiling inside of him and he knew that if he said anything he would explode and it would be all over. The man continued to taunt and mock and provoke. Telling Izzy that he was just another person going nowhere with his head stuck in the books all the time, telling him how he hated books. Then the man did something that shot right through Izzy like a bullet and ignited a flame inside that threatened to burn every person on the shuttle. The man started ripping the pages from the book and seeing the look on Izzy's face smiled and ripped the torn pages into smaller pieces. He proceeded to do this with several other handfuls of paper before Izzy gave in.
He stood straight up and into the aisle ripping sheets of paper from the cartridge and launching them at the mans hand which held the gun. The man screamed in agony as the paper sliced through the gun like a knife through hot butter and then into his hand. Izzy wanted to take advantage of the man now and ripped out the whole cartridge in a line of papers that followed his hand as it ascended toward the ceiling and then was drawn back. As Izzy did so the paper gathered together and formed a large fist connected to his own hand. He thrust his paper fist at the man, knocking him a good ten feet into the air and smack dab into a door at the front of the shuttle. As the paper spread out Izzy willed it to grasp the man as if he were gripping him with his own hand and pulled the man back. When he came back only seconds later the paper around Izzy's hand fell and the paper around the man turned into a web which bound him at the ankles and wrists.
"I wasn't done reading that," Izzy said to the man as the shuttle arrived at the next station. The passengers wasted no time leaving the shuttle while Izzy picked up the excess paper lying around. As he did so he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he was being watched again, this time by something rather than someone.
He turned to see if he could find whatever it was, brushing aside a stray lock of hair and placing whatever paper he hadn't used back into the cartridge. When he found no one he turned back to the bound man and began picking up the paper around his legs at the base of the web.
"there," Izzy said finishing up and looking at the man as if nothing had happened. "now, you get to sit here and wait for the cops. You can tell them anything you like so long as it isn't a lie…well, goodbye!"
Just as he was about to turn the man let out a whimper and in his eyes the reflection of a person with an odd form. When Izzy turned to see who it was he nearly jumped out of his skin. At first glance he looked human, wearing a blue jump suit with the word water on his chest, but taking a closer look Izzy notice that the eyes were slit like a goats and the hand that had been drawn back as if to attack was paper, the fingers pointed like long spikes. As the thing jabbed for Izzy he ducked and it missed, the spikes extending as they were pushed forward. Izzy could feel the air around him chill and the breeze over his head as the hand went right past his head, but that wasn't all he felt. In the moment of panic he had forgotten about the man tangled up in the web but quickly remembered as the spike struck, the man's warm blood splashing onto Izzy.
Izzy took the instant that the creature had missed to his advantage, pulled out the remaining paper from the cartridge and created a short sword, thrusting it through the thing over top of him. But as he thought that it might injure the creature instead it went through as a wide hole formed in the creatures stomach and the closed on the blade, assimilating the paper used for it. The creature frustrated at killing the wrong target picked up the defenseless Izzy and threw him through a window out into the station.
Suddenly people began running all over in panic, screaming just because someone was thrown through a window. That was until that thing came out. It was monstrous now that he could get a good look at it. The thing was huge, built and tall and to top it off, the thing had fangs not like that of a vampire but like those of the tiger families. It opened it's great mouth and let out a hideous sound that was unlike anything Izzy have ever heard before. Like a battle cry when it was done the creature charged at Izzy, its hands changing into great big swords. Totally unprepared for anything like this Izzy ran for his life. He ran through the station with the thing on his heels and out into the street. When out in the opened he continued running for a good twenty blocks before realizing that the creature hadn't seemed to follow this far. When he realized this he decided that maybe he should get to the library before it closed and pay for the book that had been destroyed.