So that's the story! Now were back to that one cool afternoon in late October in the Big Apple. I was sixteen, skinny as hell, still covered in scars and still alive and kicking (literally, haha). As I said, I was walking down the street, looking for food. Markets were already gone, so that wasn't an option but I did find a bruised apple. I walked along, taking a big bite out of it, when I heard sounds coming out of a side alley. Fighting sounds. I pressed myself against the wall and looked around the corner. There was a guy there. He was tall, with dark, curling hair. He was wearing all black, leather clothes and heavy black boots. In his hands were two huge, and I mean HUGE, blades. They were kind of weird, not made out of iron or any other metal. What the hell was he planning on doing?! Then, the guy who was standing in front of him moved, too quickly for the ordinary, and my gaze shifted to him. He was standing in a sort of crouch, and a gnarling sound came from him. I knew then that it was a Black. I could so easily identify them these days. The Black said something in his creepy language and my eyes widened when the boy spoke back in the same language! He sounded different though, like he was not speaking in his mother tongue.
I had already grabbed the dagger out of the ragged boots I was wearing, ready to attack. However, before I could do anything the boy had jumped and pierced the Black with his two swords. My jaw dropped to the floor. I never saw another person kill a Black before! It was so weird. What was even weirder was that even though I had killed so many Blacks and I definitely knew they weren't human, it seemed bad when the boy killed it and I had to fight the urge to stop him.
While the Black was going up in flames, the boy laughed a cocky, gloating laugh while watching it. He didn't however see a second Black coming up to him from the other side of the alley. "Damn it! Why are guys so frickin stupid!" I murmured to myself.
The Black was closing up on him. "Behind you, god damn it!" I yelled, as I jumped out, throwing the dagger right into the Black's chest. The guy looked up in surprise. Not shocked for almost getting killed or for getting saved by a girl, but almost pleasantly surprised.
When I looked at his face, I felt fascinated for a moment. There was something about this guy, but I couldn't place my finger on it. "Next time look out instead of gloating". I spat the words at him before picking up my dagger and ran off. I climbed up on a pipe and walked over a few rooftops before climbing down again in the alley that had become my temporary home these past few days.
After only a few minutes I realized that I had to leave New York. They would find me in no-time if I didn't, now that I had killed one of them. I couldn't stop thinking about that boy though. Were there other people fighting these things? I never gave that a lot of thought before. I always thought that I somehow was the only one.
As I was thinking that over, I heard growling. Great. Now I was being as stupid as that boy had been. The Black was right in front of me without me even noticing it. I still had the dagger in my hand, but before I could use it a long, black-pointed thing like a scorpions tail come up from behind the Blacks' back and stabbed me. Blazing hot pain spread through my chest and I grit my teeth together. They got what they wanted after all. After 7 years, they finally killed me.
Suddenly, the Black started screaming and then burning. The boy appeared from behind him, a worried look covering his face. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "I never saw one with a tail like that before" I whispered, before passing out.
