John the Demon Slayer
Book 1
Part 2

I was in a dark room, so dark that I couldn't see the back of my hand. "A little light?" I asked, through no effort of my own. I had no control, almost as if I was just an observer. Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and the man who saved me, I think his name was John, (ironic that our names are so similar) was holding up his staff, the tip of which the light came from.
"Let's go," he said firmly. I followed him into another chamber, and suddenly, we were surrounded by vampires of the Red variety, though they didn't seem to want to go anywhere near the light.
"Well well well," came a booming voice from the far side of the room, where a giant, hideous horned man stood, unfurling wings of blackest night. "The great Demon Slayer, caught in my trap!" he proclaimed, sending the Reds into a fit of grotesque laughter. "Now, Demon Slayer," He growled, "by the hand of Azariel, greatest of demons, you fall!"
I suddenly woke up, head reeling with a killer headache. I've never drank alcohol before, but as I sat up and rubbed my head I decided that this must be was what a hangover felt like, and that I really didn't like it. I looked around, and I saw I was in a good-sized bedroom with a queen sized bed. The walls where white, as were the furnishings. Just then, John came into the room, ducking as he came through the door, carrying a plate with bacon, eggs, orange juice, and best of all, aspirin. Now that I wasn't in a hallucinatory state, I saw he was much taller than he had looked before, maybe seven five or even seven six! He also was wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants under the trench coat. He kind of looked a little bit like Nick Fury from the Avengers, except of course that he was white, taller, and had hair and both eyes.
"You are an angel sent from heaven!" I exclaimed as I downed the aspirin and started on the food.
"You have no idea..." he muttered, chuckling.
"So what was that thing last night?" I asked quizzically.
"That was a Red Court vampire, something I hope you never have to see again," replied John.
"Red Court?" I questioned. "That means there must be other kinds! What other kinds of vampires are there?"
"None that you will ever meet," replied John curtly. "Later today you will leave here and forget all of this happened. You will forget about me, you will forget about the vampire, you will forget about everything and live a normal life. Trust me, you don't want this."
"What!" I exclaimed. "I'm a part of this now! I saw this happen in my dreams! Did you see how I sent him smashing into the wall? That wasn't normal! I'm not normal! You have to let me help you."
"Kid," he sighed, "this may seem all cool and glamorous, but it's not. A life of fighting demons and the undead is no life for a kid. It's hard, painful work, and the monsters with strike at everyone and everything you care about. By the time they kill you, you will gladly embrace death. You don't want that kind of life."
"At least teach me!" I pleaded. "I threw that thing into a wall, and the wall crumbled! I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of strength!"
"It was probably just a massive amount of adrenaline," he replied.
"And I have dreams! Impossible dreams, dreams that just days later come true! Is that normal?"
"And what do you want me to do?" he asked. "I'm a fighter, not a teacher."
"You have powers, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes..." he answered, suspicious of the sudden question.
"Then teach me how you learned to use your abilities! Teach me what you've learned in all your years of experience."
He thought that over. "If I teach you, you have to vow to never follow me on a hunt."
"Until I am ready, of course," I said triumphantly.
"Of course," he growled.
"So," I began, "what's our first lesson?"
"Our first lesson is going home," he replied sternly.
"What?"
"We are going back to your house and telling your parents I found you after you were mugged. When the muggers found no money on you they left you on the sidewalk, unconscious. I then took you to a hospital, where you stayed overnight. One of the most important things about knowing about the supernatural is keeping your loved ones in the dark. The more you know, the more attention you get. Therefore, the less they know, the safer they are."
And so John became my tutor, helping my with schoolwork, teaching me how to control my abilities, and teaching me about the world of the supernatural. Everyday after school I would go to his house for "study sessions".
And might I add, this little kid was quite a pain in the neck.
John! This is my story! And I'm not anywhere close to little!
You interrupted my story, so I can interrupt yours. And compared to me, you are little.
Whatever. Just let me get back to the story.
Of course I was itching to tell someone about John and what had happened, but I was faced with two problems: John had made me promise to keep it a secret, and, of course, the fact that no one would believe me if I told them. There was only one person I could think of that might work. As you know, nerds are known for having few friends. But those few friends are true, and you can always count on them for anything. That friend was Rylan. Have you ever watched The Suite Life of Zack and Cody? Well, Rylan was the Zack to my Cody. We weren't related, but we are are both tall, blonde, and extremely white, enough that some confuse us for brothers or cousins. Rylan is different from me in three big ways- he's athletic, he doesn't do well in school, and he lacks imagination, which I am overfilling with.
Rylan was on the track team, and he was fast. Not escape from the bullies fast, but escape from the stampeding bulls fast. He was only a sophomore, but he was the track star, the star JV basketball player, and the JV football team's quarterback. And I almost forgot, he's also really good with people. He was elected freshman class president last year as well as sophomore class president. Hey, every nerd needs at least one popular friend.
I believed he was the one to tell for a big reason: even though his limited imagination made him a bit of a sceptic, he wasn't the kind to ignore something he'd seen with his own eyes. So all I had to do was show him what i could do. Easy, right? Wrong. Just as I was going to the Gym, where he was just finishing up basketball, practice, a couple of he more unpleasant members of the basketball team showed up. You know how in the movies there is this one group of bullies who pick on this one nerd or group of nerds? Well, in real life it wasn't usually like that. Usually it was all the bullies picking on all the nerds, just different nerds at different times.
"Hey, Gay boy!" Bully number one, a particularly grotesque specimen shouted. "Here to see your boyfriend?" Bully number two, a exceedingly brutish specimen, added.
"Knock it off," I growled, clenching my hands into fists. In the movies, the nerds always seemed to be on a first name basis with the bullies, but I couldn't care less what their names were. I couldn't stand any of them. But just as I was walking away, one of them threw a rock a my head. A rock!
"Hey! Gay boy!" shouted bully number one. "I was talking to you!"
What I did next may not have been he most appropriate response, but getting hit in the head with a freaking rock HURTS! So I gathered, my will, whispered a word, and Pushed. Now, I was a good twenty feet away from them at the time, so when I say Pushed I don't mean pushed, I mean Pushed. Bullies number one and two went flying into a wall, knocking them senseless. When they regained their senses, they looked at with fear and horror.
"What the heck are you!" bully number one shouted as they both ran away.
Suddenly exhausted, I leaned on a wall for support. I looked around at my surroundings, and saw Rylan staring at me. "I was coming to tell you," I told him. "I kind of got magical powers."
Rylan then ran up to me faster than the eye could follow. "I have my own confession to make," he said. "I've kind of been holding back in sports. A lot."
I gave him a long look. "We have some things to discuss."