Chp 1

Prologue

I am a special man, of neither worlds. I fight my own will, my own being, for the sake of others around me. I am like the monster who refuses to feast upon humans, good...but never trusted. I live alone, fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. I have no life, no supporters, no nothing. At first it was just a normal walk down the alley, my long black trench coat drenched in the rain. My jet black hair soaking wet from the crying clouds. I knew that this would be the only time anyone could see me outside of my hidden home. I was a human tonight, I was "normal"...

Then I heard a scream...

That was what started it all. Something you'd never believe would change your life, but do you really expect the unexpected? Well I ran towards the scream, and a mugger was holding a woman against a wall, ready to rape her. She screamed, her terrorized face pleading with him. He smiled with a twisted pleasure. I felt anger brew within me, an innocent woman...this so called man...

Then the sun rose...

I felt all my powers return..FUCK! NO! Damn it all! I quickly lashed out at the man in black, disarming him of his weapon, a knife. He growled an lashed out towards me. I merely glided to the other side of his punches, dodging his pittiful attempts to strike me. When he finally grew to weary to "fight", I punched him straight in the middle of the head. He passed out, I turned to the woman.

"Its ok ma'am. He won't bother you again..."

The woman drew her face out of the shadows. Her huge brown eyes not frightened of my appearence, but of the man behind me.

"Is he dead?" She asked in a worried voice.

"No, just passed out."

A small smile played on her lips. Her long black hair framing her face in wisps of black and brown.

"Thank you for saving me..."

"Of course.."

"Whats your name?"

I turned away from her, trying to think of something other than my actual name...

"Silver Scar..."

The name just came to me, my silver hair, my scarred heart. I leapt to the top of the building with ease, not paying attention to the spell bound woman. Her eyes followed me until I was no longer able to be seen...

That was the beginning of my legacy...

I returned later to my home, it was a regular apartment on the outskirts of the city. I held a fairly decent job, I was a teacher at the alternative high school, also on the outskirts of school. They were the only people who would give me a job, since I had...special powers...or what ever. I kept them in line, gave them a purpose, tried to help them out. Plus...they were all alot like me. Alot of them were Half-Demon punks who screwed up their lives because they thought no one could ever care about them. I sat back and listened to their sob stories, then knocked it into their heads that there was something for everyone, no matter what you had something to live for.

Even if those kids believed me, I didn't believe myself...

My mother, my only friend, died in my junior year of high school. I am 23 now, 7 years without my only comfort. Then I met Kikyo...a beautiful woman who met me in my senior year of college. She was so kind and good to me, I soon fallen in a deep love with her. But as fate would have it, she died ultimately because of my idiocracy. I had been so stupid, so dumb...and left her alone at the door step, didn't take her inside. They found her naked body shot to death by a rapist...Kikyo was a virgin...

Even now it made me sick, and guilty, and horrible...

That was 3 years ago. After that I never made friends, I got people killed. I wasn't trusted by people because I was a hanyou. So I was alone in the world, I had no one...

Then I though about how I saved that woman. I protected her, and she wasn't afraid of me. The city I lived in was plagued with crime, no one was safe. Maybe...maybe I could do something about it. Maybe if I saved people, I would be trusted. Maybe even excepted...

I scanned my self in the nearest mirror. I had the strength of at least two strong demons, I was faster than most demons, I had powers that I could use to fight them. I just needed a weapon, what could I use. I scanned my apartment, then saw my family heirloom...

The Tetsusaiga...

My father had the sword made from one of his own fangs. He was one of the few demons who wasn't evil, he had earned the humans respect. Maybe, with his sword, I could earn my keep in the world. I knew it was crazy, hell it was probably gonna get me killed...

But if I could turn my life around by doing good...then maybe I might find MY reason for living...

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Short beginning chapter, yeh I know. But I thought it was the best way to start this story out. I hope you will review and not just read this chapter. It'll be like 5 seconds of your time, all you'd have to say is nice, or bad if you though it sucked. I really like to know what people think about my stories, it helps me be a better writer. So any advice is greatly appreciated. If you don;t have any, just say hi. Reviews are like candy, no better than candy...

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