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Hey guys, victoriousVagabond here. I'm the writer. This idea is from an rp a while ago and I thought it would be cooler with a huge story behind it. Hell yeah. So anyways This is john/kat eventually. Lots of angst and anguish before the romance. Hopefully this keeps you on your toes! Thanks for reading! I do private message and really appreciate follows and likes and whatever, especially comments and pms! Anyways Bye!
Chapter One:
Being on the run is not a fun adventure. After the fifth time they have tried to capture me, there really is no point in doing it. I get off the bus and look around at the small port city in Washington. The cool wind stinging my face but giving me a sense of the ocean breeze coming from the docks and the oncoming rainstorm forecasted for the next week. This storm was my escape plan in case things went to hell. Tinkling sounds hit my super sensitive ears as I push open the door to a small coffee shop. The lady at the counter gives me a small smile and I give her an order of a tall black coffee. I need something to keep me awake in this new place. She just nods and busied herself with making my coffee. I pay for it with a little bit of the large stack of pocket cash I have. I had to clear my bank accounts once the chase started. Me? I'm after my family's murderers. Those... things... are after me in case I decide to… well... I just sigh, not wanting to think about it and walk back out into the cold November air, the salty smell of the sea calming me for only a moment when I remember another salty smell. My father and brothers condemned blood. Even once we had moved here to Earth our blood was still repulsive for the color. It is the same color as all the other humans but because I am certainly NOT human it makes me still a freak.
A few shops blink their neon lights at me but more often I see a wooden, hand painted sign shift in the breeze over dark doorways. I pull my hood up before anyone can give me a second glance and just like that, everyone did not care again. A few people walk up and down the street, stepping around me to avoid walking into me, when I notice a very tall skinny Alternian stumbling his way over towards me. His eyes were tinged red with purple irises and he smelled like a human college dorm. Alcohol and drugs. I lean away and get out of his way as he continues his ragged path past me when he suddenly stops and turns towards me, looking at me angrily curious. I shake my head and hurriedly step back before he suddenly lunges towards me, holding my shoulder in a vice-like grip. "What is your motherfucking name brother?"
"W-who the fuck are you? Leave me alone! I don't even know you." I struggle and try and pull his arm off of me. A few people look at us and get scared. I quickly reach into his mind and try to tell him to shove off. Instead I get a fuzzy presence covered by another stronger one. I reel back, hopefully before whoever else is in his head noticed another person trying to control him. Who else here could… "Your. Mother. Fucking. Name." His eyes flash purple and fear clutches my heart. What could he possibly want? Whatever it was, it was not boding well for my safety; I need to split. I finally get him off of me and hurriedly walk away. He, thankfully, does not follow after me. The woman across the street that saw us continues walking like nothing happened. I sigh and roll my eyes. Stupid humans don't see anything. Soon enough I get to a slightly bigger building that looked semi official. I walk inside and look around. No one at the front desk, no one in the offices around it. I back out with an eerie feeling creeping into my heart. The whole place looked deserted. You would think a tradestation would be open? There were plenty of other Alternians here where are the officials? I guess I'll have to find somewhere else to stay.