"Here you go mister Victor. I hope we see you again soon!" The clerk waved off as "Victor". He took his package with a wide smile on his wrinkled old face. Under his fedora ,the tips of his ash gray long hair was sprinkled with rain water as he stepped out the shop.

"Thank you..." Victor replied as the doors closed behind him.

Today the sky is as gray as Victor's hair, flooding the streets with cold winter rain. The city was as busy as always, with people pushing and shoving along as any other day. The buildings around looked faded as they were washed in the rain. Victor shuffled along in the crowd keeping to himself as he hurried home eager to open his package. On one of the taller buildings was a large TV displaying various commercials and news reports. Victor arrived at a bus station and found a spot between two men just as the latest news alert went live. A woman with to much make up and a overdosed Botox induced smile came up on the screen.

"Hello citizens of section Q! This is Marcy here with the latest news update on the cause! We have been able to confirm that Subject Delta is in your area. Please remain calm and corporate with the Paranormal Control Police . Now as-"

"Delta is such a dumbass…" Victor commented to no one in particular.

"Coming to the headquarters is like surrendering himself to the enemy." The man on his right laughed and patted Victors shoulder. "HAHAHA! Maybe he finally gave up running and just wants to die! I mean hes been running for the last 13 years!"

The thinner man on his left started to say something. "Hmmm… Maybe he'll try to take them down in a giant battle to the death? I wouldn't mind seeing a blood bath on the streets. It'd be better than seeing all these people bundle around me."

The bus finally arrived in front of the station.

"You never can understand the minds of magic users." Victor hopped on the bus, with hardly anyone ridding on it this afternoon. Counting the driver there are about ten people on here. Victor took a empty row close to the door. Victor held the package close as he cuddled up inside his large thick black coat. The sounds of the rain against the window, plus the vibrations of the moving bus relaxed his weary eyes along with the abnormal, but appreciated, silence. 'I'll be home in about 50mins…For now-' "Yaaaaah…" 'I'll just close my eyes and enjoy these silent moments.'

He curled up and relaxed, the vibrations felt great on his tired muscles.

'Finally I got what I needed. Maybe… I can find a place to live and… Hopefully rest in peace.' Victors wrinkled hands locked the package in an iron grip as his mind slipped into unconscious.

Only 20mins after falling into dreamland, heavy footsteps echoed on the moving bus as a rather tall, thickly built man walked toward the front of the bus.

*CLICK!*

Victor's eyes opened slowly and were met with the barrel of a KAP-40 automatic handgun.

"Twitch and your brains will be plastered all over the windows." A low rumble of a voice ordered. Victor did as he was told and didn't move.

"I know who you are. Now give up the box and you might live, you piece of living shit." The gun wielding man shoved the tip of the gun harsh onto his winkled skull.

"Now young man… Why would you want to hurt a little old man like me? I'm just sitting here on the bus with my package and you suddenly point a gun in my face." Victor had a overly calm voice, even for a old man with age and experience.

"Shut your damn mouth YOU FREAK!"
"Watch what you call me, punk."

*BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!*

The bus slowed the bus down as the shots rang out. The driver leaped out his seat holding a pistol along with most of the other passengers. They all threw open their coats to reveal a gold badge engraved with a symbol of a book with a pentagram open and the pages are set on fire. Above it are three letters : P.C.P.

The old man going by the name of Victor had his back to the window with the policeman in front of him in a arm lock as he struggled for release. Victors face steamed and melted revealing a extremely younger face, which now held a angry glare at the P.C.P agents.

"Subject Delta!" The fake driver yelled, "Release the officer and give up or we will shoot!"

The officer being held back yelled "What are you waiting for!? Shoot the bastard! Kill me if you have to!"

"Victor" looked at the officers and they all aimed at him ready to kill us both.

"Why…"

The officers readied their guns for the sliest movement in his body.

"Why would you kill your own just to kill me? I'm only one man and yet hundreds of you have killed your own men just for a chance to kill me. Just… Why?" "Victor's" eyes locked onto one of the officers, needing an answer.

There was no hesitation in his voice when he replied with

"We of the Paranormal Control Police force are the locks that bind the safety of the world from otherworldly forces that can and WILL cause destruction to the sense of peace and tranquility that this world holds to!"

"…"

"You…"

"You mutts don't know a damn thing about this world…"

The officers growled as they readied their guns to shoot both of us.

"And another thing." Victor twirled his left pointer and middle finger out of view, while still holding the officer back. The package lying on the floor faded away unnoticed by anyone.

"My names not subject Delta. My name is Aster Magus!"

The sounds of bullets being fired inside toward the now rightly named Aster and policeman. The streets around the buss are crowed with P.C.P cars and officers, all guns ready and pointed at the bus. After the hailstorm, all that was left in Aster's spot was the now bloody and bullet filled corpse of the officer.

"Fuck! Where did he go!?

"And wheres the fucking box!?"

"Damn it! Send every officer out and find him! Do WHATEVER it takes to find AND kill him!

The officers nodded, taking and following their orders to the letter, and dispersed.

*Area 14 of 20- Section-Q*

Down a dark soaked ally way Aster warped away from harm...

*CRASH!*
"OWW!"

Into a pile of trash. rather painfully.

With some effort he managed to get out and, after wiping some trash off, shake off a fleeting filling of sickness. "God, teleporting can be a real female dog sometimes." He sighed "But I'd sooner bite my tongue off if I said it wasn't helpful at all. Or a life saver." He looked up to the crying sky the rain hitting his exposed face. "Soon. All I need to do is get to my place and I'll be ready."

'I can't afford to use my other method because that might attract attention. And it has to be close to 5' so it has to be really busy around them by now.' Aster looked up thoughtfully at the sky and came up with an idea.

"As they say, the only way to go is up."

Aster lifted one foot in the air, then the other until he was literally walking on air! He kept walking until he stood at the ledge of the building to his left and landed. He clapped his hands together and closed his eyes to focus. 'I'm not too far by running standards. Thanks to my coat and this weather-which is getting worse by the minute-I can make it to where I'm going without being seen. Hopefully.'

After a few minutes of concentrating he knew which direction to head towards.

Ready and prepped, Aster ran to his left, his heavy boots thumping hard on the roof, and jumped off to the next building! He tumbled onto the roof and kept running.

A/N: This is really more of an introductory chapter into what's going on in Aster's life. Keep in touch for the next exciting adventure on my newest series "My Life, My Way!"