The character is part owned by me but also by story dragon…this is a prologue of his one that is going to come out. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Nightmare walked up the street, paying no attention to the pedestrians. They never noticed him, part of his powers. He could slip into the shadows in any environment; after all, he did have power over shadow. As he walked, his black trench coat swirled behind him in the breeze.
Nightmare's face bore an expression of deep, all consuming thought. Only thought was present and that was of his parentage. He had grown up in an orphanage, always wondering why his parents abandoned him. Now he had a clue, his powers, could that have led them to leave him in the street alone, before he even knew them. Were they like him, imbued with power? Even so, this clue had only come four weeks ago. If it had taken that long to show, how could his parents have known before he was even a child? It was all too much.
Nightmare stopped his train of thought, it was better not to dwell on it, and he was going to see an expert on Biology. Maybe, just maybe they would have some answers. Nightmare turned down an alley, no point to let the public see him disappear. As Nightmare stopped two men walked past. Nightmare tensed. They passed and once Nightmare was alone he teleported.
At the spot he had just been there was a burst of black smoke and it hovered there for a second before the breeze caught it and it dissipated, ripped apart by the winds.
At the spot where Nightmare arrived, there was nothing, except a shadow. As Nightmare walked forward, black smoke drifted off him, and he walked towards the door on the far side.
The door was made of oak and varnished so that the light was reflected off it. Nightmare cringed slightly in the light as he read the plague. It said "Dr. Lawerson". Nightmare knocked and the door was opened. A middle-aged woman stood inside the room and she ushered him in.
She sat down behind her desk and signalled Nightmare to sit opposite. He took the seat, while taking in every detail, just in case. She wore glasses with a thin brown frame that complimented her brown eyes. She had a blue blouse on and a long, brown skirt. The wrinkles in her face were defined, but not as bad as they could be.
"So, what do you need to know for your school project?" Dr. Lawerson asked, looking enquiringly at Nightmare.
" I need to know about mutations, there is a huge section about them in the portfolio" replied Nightmare, faking school child innocence.
Dr. Lawerson walked to one of the bookshelves that consumed almost the entire wall space. She pulled out a book and flicked through it, murmuring to herself. When she found the page, she walked over and handed it to Nightmare. He looked down at the open book. It was all about mutations, cancers, smoking causing mutations; all he had already learnt was there. He would need to ask some more direct questions.
" This book is all very good, but is it possible to have huge alterations, mutations that help you and if so what's the extent of them?" Nightmare asked, slightly more forcefully.
" Young man, mutations are on wikipedia, mutations that help you, all the information of powers that have been reported by people, it seems mutations are becoming a part of everyday life." Dr. Lawerson stated.
Nightmare looked away, thinking what to say.
"Errm…doctor…I wanted an expert opinion not any old garbage off the Internet. I need to know facts, not fiction. Is it possible, that a mutant can control shadows?" asked Nightmare trying to be subtle.
Dr. Lawerson looked at him peculiarly. " I…I suppose it's possible yes."
Nightmare knew when to leave; any more questions and she would guess what he was. Time to see his next appointment. The next one was an expert on mythology. Nightmare was going to ask about demons. After all, he did hunt them. It wasn't a glamorous job, no one ever congratulated him, but he felt he was helping the world.
He was after a specific demon at the moment. It had mauled to humans before he even found it, but just as he had it in his grip, it had fled. Now he had to find a way to kill it and to locate it again.
Nightmare walked out, without thanking Dr. Lawerson for her hospitality. He ran down the stairs, his trench coat flapping around his feet and he sped out the door. Once on the crowded street, he slipped into the background and made his way towards the university.
Once inside the old building he walked through the corridors, wondering where he should go. The stone columns on each side cast long, unbreaking shadows. Nightmare felt at home in darkness and walked happily in the university. After about 10 minutes of wondering, he found the room.
Nightmare walked in and found an old, crippled man looking at him. The man had a large grey moustache and a grey comb-over. He wore an old blue suit and leaned heavily on a walking stick.
"Ah now you…your the boy who wants to know about demons yes?" exclaimed the man.
Nightmare nodded and was directed to large book on a stand. Nightmare looked at it, he seemed to spend half his life reading books. Despite this, he flicked through the pages. Illustrations of horrible deaths and demonic creatures were on every page, and then Nightmare saw it.
The demon he had fought, there was an illustration just like it. The two pages covering it gave details of its habitat and feeding habits. Especially good bits like, "the demon transforms in front of them and scratches them to death" proved it was the same demon.
Nightmare quickly scanned the page until he found the bit he needed. "To kill it use a bronze knife." Nightmare smiled to himself. Always something obscure needed to kill them. He turned to thank the man but was amazed to find he was gone. Bizarre.
Nightmare ran to the basement of the university and teleported into his room. He ran over to his rucksack and pulled out a bronze knife, setting it aside. Next, he pulled out a map and started searching for a likely den. He was closing in and he knew it.
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