AN: Well this chapter deals slightly with band but don't worry its getting there. Anyway, the setting is in a city.

Chapter 2

Time: 8:30 p.m.

Day 1: Continued

A searing pain ripped through Hewey's body as he regained consciousness. It was dark and most likely was late, he thought to himself. Hewey sat up and felt what seemed to be every bone in his body crack at once. That was weird, he thought to himself as he tried to stand up. After 10 minutes of trying to stand up, Hewey was finally able to stand up and view his surroundings. Stumbling out into the darkness, he realized where he was and what had happened earlier.

Hewey stumbled out into the city's streets and looked around trying to find where he was. He slowly wandered around until he found a street that he recognized. Hewey followed the street back to where his house was, deep in the heart of the city.

Time: 10:30 p.m.

Hewey slowly put his hand on the knob of the old wooden door and turned it. There was a loud creaking sound when he pushed the door open and walked inside. Hewey slowly crept to the stairs when he heard a voice call out to him.

"It's kinda late to just be getting back," the voice said and Hewey turned to find the voice to be his dads. "Your mother was worried sick. Where have you been?"

"Out, I got lost again and have been wandering for a while," Hewey lied through his teeth.

"Well just try not to get lost again," his father said, before walking past him, up the stairs to his room. Hewey lowered his head and walked up the stairs after his father. Taking a left at the top of the stairs he entered his room.

Hewey's room was plastered with many things that a sophomore in high school usually has. On the far wall above his bed were his wrestling posters and his medals that he had won in years previous. In another corner of the room was Hewey's computer. The rest of the room was covered in pictures movie posters and band stuff. His trumpet lay at the foot of his bed, waiting to be practiced. Sheet music covered his bed and Hewey hit his head against the wall when he realized what day tomorrow was. Tomorrow was the big test that if he didn't do well he would lose his spot in the top band. With a sigh, Hewey grabbed his trumpet and his music and started to play the notes very soft. Many hours passed and Hewey finally fell asleep around 3 in the morning.

Time Lapse

Day 2

6:40 a.m.

There was a loud knock on Hewey's door that woke him up from his sleep. He looked at the clock and noticed that his bus had come 20 minutes ago. Muttering a curse he threw his trumpet and music into his case he rushed out the door and down the stairs to where his stuff was waiting. Hewey grabbed it and rushed out the door. While running to school, Hewey tripped and fell, causing everything to go flying but having a more interesting effect then just that. When his hands hit the ground something shot out from beneath his fingernails. Hewey stood up and looked down at his hands and tried doing it again but it didn't work. Shaking his head and thinking he was just seeing things, he grabbed his stuff and ran the last few blocks to his school.

Time lapse

7:30

Day 2

Hewey bit his lip as he entered his first period class, which was honors history. The teacher looked at him and shook her head.

"Why are you late?" she asked as Hewey gave his lame excuse. "Just take your seat and be quiet."

Hewey nodded and walked over to his seat, which was near a window, and sat down. He curled his fingers and they cracked like they had the night before.

"That doesn't seem good," the kid next to him said with a grin.

"It's all good Brandon," Hewey said to his friend with a grin back.

"Hey did you hear ab…" Brandon said but he was cut off because the teacher had glared at both of them and went back to teaching the lesson.

Hewey motioned tell him after class and then went back to paying attention. About halfway through class Hewey sneezed and again something shot out of the place below his fingernails, but this time hit someone. The person turned and said in a whisper, "Stop throwing things at me."

Hewey looked down at his hands with disbelief. Hewey nearly let out a cry when he saw little slits below his fingernail start to close over disappear. He looked shakily around, but no one else had seen anything.

The bell rang and the class emptied in the packed hallways.