Hey guys, Nocte again! So, this is my latest fic, based off of a dream I had. Also, if you would like to check out some designs of the characters, just go to Polyvore and go to the little bar next to the magnifying glass. A menu type thing will come up and ask you what you'd like to search - click members then go type in Raider Black. I'm the only one on the list. Click the name and it'll take you to my profile. If you scroll down a bit you'll find two collections - one is Coexist and the other is for my other Fic, Whispers in the Dark.
DISCLAIMER:No, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters - if I did, things would be going much differently xP Also, please note that this plot is very much mine and there will be some Original Characters mixed in, as well as some OCness of some of the main characters. This might start out a bit slow, by the way, but I promise it will pick up!
Chapter One:
"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." -Marc Brown
When the word 'superhero' pops up, the first thoughts are Batman or Ironman or Spiderman or Aquaman or Captain America - each of these answers are awesome answers too because really, who doesn't love superheroes? Growing up, every child believes his or her father is Superman or Batman and mom is Catwoman or Wonderwoman - but in the end, children learn that their dad doesn't have laser vision or super strength, and their mom doesn't have a black whip and sharp claws nor does she have amazonian strength or golden lasso. No - their mom and dad are merely humans who are super in their own, non-heroic, ways.
But, then there are siblings. You know, the ones you hate to love and love to hate. Bound by blood or sworn by friendship, siblings are the real heroes. They tolerate you stealing their clothes and getting in trouble because of you. They protect you from the playground bullies and rat you out to your parents. They stick by you through thick and thin because they love you, and you love them. Siblings - brothers or sisters - are your best friends during your infant years and worst enemies during your elementary days.
Though, there are those who have no siblings. No one to play with during their first few years before school, and always having to rely on his or her imagination because there was nothing else to be done. It's these people who find adventures in the most extraordinary ways, who find themselves lost in a sea of tangled words and boisterous tales that everyone knows are real, yet they can't help but love them anyways.
I was an only child - an only child with ADHD that turned the neighborhood kids away from me and left me to my own vices. Life wasn't bad though - I had a mother who loved me more than anything, and a father who went out and fought bad guys! I was happy - but as we all know, life isn't all that happy. My mother fell ill and my father buried himself in his work, earning the title of Sheriff only a year and a half later. I started middle school, alone and yet always happy-go-lucky. Middle School turned to High School and I found myself tangled in a heap of Supernatural mischief. I found myself caught in a web of danger and love and despair - I found myself caught in a family that loved me just as much as I loved them, and we were happy together. Happy that we had one another - happy that we finally had people who understood us. I finally had a family - a real family - even if we weren't blood.