Chapter 1

For the record, I never asked to be an orphan. I wanted to go to college and help people. I wanted to do something great with my life. And then my parents had to go get themselves blown up and I was cast out onto the streets of Baltimore all alone and forced to steal in order to survive. Which lead me to my current predicament…

Honestly, all this trouble for one little apple hardly seemed worth it, besides the apple was bruised and half rotten so its not like the farmer I stole it from would've actually been able to sell it. Yet he had raised all hell and now the cops were after me as I raced down the muddy Baltimore streets. I knew that once I got to the warehouse where I've been staying I would be safe, only because the cops wouldn't be able to fit into the broken window I used as a door.

I picked up my speed as I neared the warehouse and using all my strength I jumped on top of the garbage can, climbed up the drain pipe, and into the warehouse through a broken window, causing the cops who were chasing me to skid to a halt around the dumpster.

As soon as the cops gave up left me to be I breathed out a sigh of relief as I took my stolen apple from my bag. Tossing it in the air I congratulated myself, "Riley Carson you've done it again."

"You know its not nice to run from the cops."

The voice came out of nowhere and caused me to jump in surprise, dropping the apple and nearly falling off the window sill on which I was perched. "What the shell?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." A young girl, around seven or eight materialized in front of me on the window sill, pulling nervously on the sleeves of her tattered sweater.

I pushed my bushy black hair away from my eyes, "Who are you? And where did you come from? And what the shell did you just do?"

Her long blond hair fell in tatters across her shoulders as she shrugged nonchalantly, "The name's Damia. It's Greek for spirit. I'll leave you alone now. Sorry for scaring you."

"Wait. Wait." I picked up the apple from the sill and held it out to her, "Here, you look hungry."

She took the apple hesitantly. "You're not scared of my powers?"

"So you can disappear whenever you want to, why would I be afraid of that? Unless you grow some extra limbs. In which case I think I might freak out."

She laughed, "No extra limbs, just invisibility, persuasion, and time control."

"Well then Damia, where's your family?"

"Where's yours?" She countered

I rubbed my right arm nervously, "They died."

Damia looked down at the apple in her hands, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

"I ran away because my family was afraid of what i am. They wanted me to get 'help' from all these scientists. but I was afraid, so I ran away."

"Damia?"

She looked up at me.

I gave her a half smile, "People are afraid of what they believe is different. They're afraid of things they can't explain or they can't control. I on the other hand, am not afraid of those things. I embrace them and challenge them. So what do you say? Are you up for an adventure?"

I held out my hand to her in a peace offering and her smile matched mine, "Let's go cause some trouble."

14 Years Later…..

It was a cool November day and Damia and I had just finished a particularly grueling case. After living on the streets for 3 more years, we managed to travel to Japan where we received training in various martial arts. In return for working for the man that trained us, he agreed to pay for our education and we were able to pay back our debt to him and move back to Baltimore where it all began. from there we opened Ray and Day Detective agency where we specialized in the strange and unusual.

Unfortunately, strange and unusual normally meant crazy cat lady's claiming her cat was murdered by a demon, when in reality the cat had just run away. And honestly, who could blame the cat?

Our agency didn't make much money, but I'd like to believe that we were doing some good. Helping people like Damia come to terms with who they were and what they could do.

I was currently trying to reach for the TV remote which was sitting on the coffee table by my feet, but I was much too tire to try to get up and get it. I had resorted to trying to pick it up with my feet and pass it to my hands without dropping it. For all my training I was still failing.

Damia just shook her head, "Why don't you just get up and get it? It would be so much easier if you did."

I stopped what I was doing to turn and look at her with a completely blank look, "But Day, that ruins all the fun."

She just shook her head and went back to reading her book Beautiful Creatures when the doorbell rang.

"Do you mind?" I asked her, "I'm kinda in the middle of something."

Damia just shook her head and stood up to go answer the door.

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