Preface

Mr. Edwin, Agent for the Police Department, Age 35

I shoved my way through the crowded subway with the frail teenager behind me. Every head turned to see him. The trip had been one big staring contest for everyone astounded by the boy. We had put in special material just in case he would go back on his agreement. Since he had no horns like the others he just seemed like a mad men to them. Poor people didn't know that the boy could have slaughtered them all in cold blood within seconds but all they thought is he heard voices in his head.

We started to walk up the main road but I decided I was just going to get a cab. I would probably have to walk down to the lab due to elevator malfunction. Why build a lab so deep underground then have faulty elevators. I bet the boy wouldn't have a problem with it. I wave my hand out for a cab.

The boy who only a couple meters behind asked in a rough voice due to not talking to anyone at the hospital for a week "Why don't you people just kill me, I know you want to,".

I was taking back by the speech that I turned quickly to avoid his eyes. His eyes had driven me crazy ever since I saw the kid sitting in the hospital. With his eyes fixed on the drawing pad next to him. They said that's all he did when he was there, he wouldn't speak and was threatened to eat. He wasn't asked if he wanted to go to this lab but told when and how.

I answered in the best business tone I could make "because you could help cure the disease," it didn't work my voice was shaky and trembling.

I didn't believe in what they were doing and thought it was wrong but business was business. They had taken my brother's first daughter because she displayed horns at birth. I remembered that day like it was yesterday. My brother stood by the crib defended everyone off until he was tackled down. He killed himself that night, and his wife was taken to an institute. It reminded that it would be the baby's third birthday next Wednesday. I might go visits their graves. The boy could tell I was daydreaming and kept quiet looking around at the moving cars next to us. He held his hand up to wave a cab over.

I then changed my mind and began to walk; puzzled he began to walk behind me again. I figured I would let him walk because he might not ever be able to it again. We crossed the street to a nicely built sky scraper.

"This is the place," I said out loud to myself so the boy could hear.

We entered and walked to the huge oak desk in the front of the lobby. Once we approached the secretary's eyes grew in fear probably taken back by the dark brown material the boy was wrapped in and pointed us to the left hall down the stairs and a soldiers will be waiting she said while attempting to breathe again. I walked toward the door and turned around. The boy stopped to a sudden stop and looked at me with sad eyes.

"This is where you will be for now on, I don't know you very well but it was nice to meet you," I said in a pleasant but shaky tone.

He looked down and quickly turned around "grab that piece of paper," he insisted, "it's for you".

Hesitant I reached into the back pocket and pulled the paper out. When I opened it I was taken back. It was an amazingly drawn sunset with pencil. I stared at it with large eyes. This boy was different than the others. Only one person has been hurt by his arms, he had been good throughout his years, and he is nothing but nice to a stranger who is walking him to his death.

"Thanks," was all I got out when the door next to us slammed open.

Two soldiers and a man in a lab coat walked their way out of the door. I quickly folded the paper and slipped it in my back pocket.

"Mr. Moore, we expected you later," they said in a stale tone.

"Yeah well I have meetings in America tomorrow and I needed to do this," I responded and added "How did you know I was here?"

They shuffled near the door with the soldiers gripping their guns with much might and staring the boy down as a target.

"The secretary told us, we must be going Mr. Moore we thank you for your cooperation and hope to see you soon."

They began moving the boy to the opened door a started to back away when turned around I saw the boy was staring at me.

I quickly asked "What is your name?" I they were now out of the doorway and I heard a faint answer "Niko".