Chapter 1:
The Twilight Traveler
"Dammit!" A teenager cursed, looking down an alley. It was a dead end. He spun on his heels to face his attackers.
They were small black creatures, with glowing yellow eyes and short, stubby legs.
The teenager took a risk, and jumped. He leaped over the black creatures, and watched as they quickly turned around. Once the teenager landed, he ran. He ran as fast as his long legs could take him.
However, once he turned the corner, there were more black creatures.
He turned around and noticed the other creatures from before.
He was cornered.
"Damn," he said as they advanced toward him. They leaped onto him, and he felt his legs give out.
Feeding time.
And the teenager was the food.
The teenager awoke with a start, black hair falling from his head. His black eyes merged with the darkness, the only light coming from the shine of the full moon.
He raised his hands. He wore black gloves, and a black sleeveless shirt.
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no! I'm supposed to be dead!" he cried, feeling the cold cement underneath him.
Suddenly, he saw another copy of himself, appearing over himself. The copy hovered over him, as if a moving shadow.
"Well, yes and no," the copy said. It gave a sigh, and outstretched its hand. The teenager hesitated, and then grabbed it. The copy pulled the teen up, brushing his hands on his black duster. "You see, Auron, the personalities got mixed up. I'm supposed to be in that body, you're supposed to be in this one," the copy added, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"And who are you?" Auron asked.
"Well, I'm Unarox," Unarox replied. "I'm your nobody." He outstretched his hand for him to shake. Auron took it, and light surged through their hands, causing Auron to black out for a couple of seconds.
Auron opened his eyes, and he saw what his old form was. He was guessing Unarox was in that form, for he was in Unarox's.
"What the hell just happened?" Auron asked once he saw Unarox's eyes open.
"I just righted a wrong," Unarox said. He brushed his hand through his hair. "Believe me, you don't want the life of a nobody."
Auron sighed, and shifted his weight awkwardly. He grabbed onto his pitch-black duster.
"What is a nobody?" He asked, gaze finally settling on the night sky of Traverse Town.
"Go find out," Unarox said. He turned around and started to walk away. Auron started to run after him, but stopped once he looked at the ground.
Unarox didn't have a shadow.
Unarox gave a sigh as the cold rain fell onto his black ensemble.
Why, oh why didn't he get his duster back?
He held his hand out, and felt the raindrops form on his hand, making a small puddle.
His eyes reflected the falling water's form, and Unarox shook his head.
Damn rain.
Oh well.
Good time for a jog, right about now.
Unarox looked around him, and started running. He felt the rain splash on his face, the wind rustling his hair, the pale moonlight being the only thing that gave light.
Luckily.
For because of the moon, he was able to notice a shadow, coming up onto him.
Unarox whirled around, leg ready to kick his stalker.
It was a heavily muscled man. His chest showed, giving him the presence of a professional wrestler. He wore blue underwear, and long boots, proving the profession.
The man noticed Unarox and stopped. He quickly lurched forward; attacking once Unarox had a false sense of security. He knocked him to the ground, pinning him there.
The man started punching Unarox, and Unarox winced after each blow. A red spot quickly formed on his cheek. The man grabbed Unarox, and put his arm around his neck. He raised him to his face.
Unarox smelled the scent of beer on the man's breath, and sighed. The influence of beer on a man.
The man threw Unarox to the floor, and jumped onto him, elbow first. Unarox rolled over, and the man collided with the floor, screaming.
Unarox grabbed the man and started kicking him. The man, after a few kicks, grabbed his leg and pulled it. Unarox fell on his back, getting his wind knocked out of him.
The man jumped onto Unarox and pinned him once again to the floor. He began to force his shirt off of him, then his black shoes. Unarox tried screaming, but his breath was still gone from his fall. The man pulled off Unarox's pants, and threw it away. Unarox smelled the beer on the man's breath once again, and thrashed about.
The man pulled off his boots and kissed Unarox.