Dimensions Apart: Chapter 3

Toru

"Catch him!"

"Don't let him get away this time!"

Toru, the half fox-demon, ran top speed through the village. He was 13 years old, with silver hair held up in a headband, blue eyes, a fluffy silver tail, and two red stripes on each cheek. He wore a green shirt with a hole in its chest, and a pair of jeans, with holes in both knees. He also had sharp fangs and claws, a long scar on his arm, and could run at inhuman speeds. He was an orphan, and lived on the planet Yukai. At the moment, he had stolen a loaf of bread, and was trying to loose the angry mob that was behind him. To them, he was nothing but a worthless half-breed, but he didn't care. He lived by his own rules.

"Damn, they're probably not gonna let up…" he muttered to himself.

He ran down an alley, and over the wall that surrounded the village. He could still hear the villagers yelling and cursing at him, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting home, and eating the only meal he'd have all day. Suddenly, a portal popped up in front of him, and a violent wind sucked him in. He felt himself fading in and out of consciousness, and he struggled to keep the darkness away. Finally, he felt himself land on solid ground.

"Well that sucked…" he said to himself.

He took a look at his surroundings. He was in a dark tunnel that seemed to go on for eternity.

Guess I'd better start walking… He thought.

He hadn't been walking for more then ten minutes, when he felt an earth tremor. Rocks began falling all around him, and he covered his head with his arms in an effort to keep any of the larger pieces from hitting his head.

"I'm gonna die! Someone help!" Toru screamed at the top of his lings. "I don't wanna die!"

Suddenly, a black form appeared from nowhere, and grabbed Toru, pulling him to the side of the tunnel, and shielding him from the falling debris. Toru shut his eyes tight, not opening them until he felt the tremors stop. He opened his eyes, and looked up at his rescuer. The figure was tall, black, had a ridged mask on his face, and held a quake-breaker in each hand. Toru stared at the figure for a long time before saying anything.

When he did find his voice, all he could manage was a little, "Hi…"

The figure chuckled, than said in a deep voice, "Hello to you to. And what's your name?"

Toru snapped out of his trance, jumped to his feet, and said quickly, "My names Toru."

"Well, mines Onua, Toa of Earth." the figure stated. "Just what are you Toru?"

"Well…" he said hesitating for a moment. "I'm a half-demon."

He shut his eyes, waiting for cruel laughter, or for Onua to strike him. Seeing this, the Earth Toa just stood there instead. After a couple of minutes, Toru opened his eyes.

"Aren't you gonna hit me, or something?" the half-demon asked.

"And why exactly would I want to do that?" Onua questioned.

Toru started to reply, than stopped. He had never really thought about why people treated him the way they did. It had been that way since his parents died, so he just dealt with it. He turned away from the Toa, feeling ashamed of what had he said, and of what he was.

"Well, do you want to come back to my village with me?" Onua asked, trying to make Toru feel better.

The boy's eyes lightened up, and he replied quickly, "You bet I would… I mean, that would be cool."

"Alright then, follow me!" Onua said, starting to walk off.

Toru ran up beside the Earth Toa, thinking, Maybe I belong somewhere after all.

To be continued…