Chapter Two: Victim
"Nice night" thought the teen walking down the thinly snow covered side walk, his well worn brown shoes tracking across the covered walkway. Snow falling towards the ground slowly as the flakes danced in the soft December breeze. Snow covering everything in the small town from the top of the kind old man's hardware store to the illuminated park bench, covered also in a thin layer of snow. The teen stops as he see's this bench looking over its surface with a certain fondness. Remembering the many night's spent with it using it as a makeshift bed, as well as his go to area to play for cash when the hardware store closed for the day.
But the teen stooped, just as he was turning to continue on his way, his eye catching a small white glint coming form under the old wood bench.
-Crunch-
Sound of his shoes, meeting deeper snow as he made his way to the bench, the light post illuminating it it and the snow flakes drifting under it. The teen stooped a foot away from the bench, looking up to the only working light post in the old well traversed park. Light shone down illuminating the teen, as if helping the world to see the teen for the first time. He stood about six foot three claded in well worn blue jeans, a rip here and there. On his torso a black faded hoody, the hood up only allowing his faced to be seen from mid nose down. We see on his back a ragged back pack, it's green color still there though the right strap was in dis-repair. The only reaming strap held firmly in hand, and from this position we see a long almost faded green sleeve from under the black of his hoody. Also on his back a brown guitar case it's supporting strap across his chest running diagonally from his left shoulder to a little underneath his right armpit. The teen, with one hand griping the strap of the back pack and the guitar case pressing against it, bent down on one knee his head now looking under the bench seeing what cot his eye.
"A phone?" thought the teen as he stood. In his hand was a iPhone, a very unique looking iPhone. The teen looked at the obsidian black devise with a curious eye. Upon the screens edging black ink like markings adorned it, his fingers told him there was similar designs on the back though he felt groves meaning that the back of this phone had been carved.
"Who would carve there phone?" said the confused teen aloud, as if asking a question to the wind thinking it would give him an answer. As the teen though he remembered hearing a few kids talking about there new "smart" phones and what they could do as well as customizing them on one of the days were he would play his guitar hoping someone would put a buck or two in the case by his feet. He had heard of the kinds of "customization" that could be done to these things before but he had never heard of them being carved. He turned the phone on it's front, seeing the carved design on it's back. He could not help as he lifted a single eye brow as he saw the back of this devise. What he could only describe as runes and a language he new nothing about adorned it's surface. He had to admit it looked cool, not only that the weird rune-like writing look liked it was done by a professional. Meaning that this would be worth a good chunk of money.
-Sigh-
Sounded the teen as his shoulders suddenly slumped as different scenarios played in his head about the same were and how he would cash it in, mental images of him holding the green currency between his hands flashing like lights in his head. Slipping the phone in his hoodys front pocket, another sigh escaping his lungs as he did so, the hand that once held the strange phone now back in his pants pocket. He needed the money and he new it, damn did he know it. He was homeless, almost broke, and was currently trying to find a none snow covered place in town to res. As his moral compass and his feelings told him. He also new that who ever this belonged to was probably freaking out that they lost it. He would be to if he lost something worth this much, he may not know the exact cost but he knows it's worth at least a hundred dollars and up without any "customizing".
-Grumble-
-Sigh-
Sounded the teen, his stomach reminding him that he also had not eaten anything thing that day. With a small shake of his head and a little bit of adjustment for the load on his back he began his small track back to the sidewalk and then continuing his journey for a slowness spot so he could finally rest.
He never noticed the strange black trench coat wearing man was watching him in the ally across the street. Nor did he see the grin on his face as he saw the teen pocket the phone.
thirty minutes later
-GRUMBLE-
"I get it dammit" he thought, thinking it with a far past annoyed tone. His stomach had been bothering him for the past half hour and had refused to shut up, he had even gone as far as finishing of his last sinkers to help sedate his hungry stomach! Yet that only added to the teens blight.
-Sigh-
The teen stooped his fruitless walking, he new he wasn't going to find a clear spot now, the snow had been going all day, though he still had a little bit of hope of finding one. His head raised to the sky, the clouds slowly moving as the snow flakes fell around him. He had always like the snow as well as the cold that accompanied it, thinking that it was natures why of saying this world is still mine, showing that by coating it sparkling and cold snow. Shaking his head he continued on. Only to stop a little was from the street corner.
It was just a regular street corner like any other, but leaning against the light post was...man? He could not tell for the person wore a black trench coat making it impossible to tell. He walk towards the corner making sure to be wary of the man, an looked down both sides of the . He looked back at the man how just stood there his head now tilted in his direction.
"You know the roads clear right?" said the teen in a questioning voice. The stranger chuckled lightly. It sent shivers down the boys spine. He knows that laugh and it is not one use's to laugh at a . That is a dark laugh.
One that promises pain
"Yes i know the road be clear I'm simply waiting for the...bus? yes that's what it's called bus...such a strange name" whispering the last part so that the teen could not hear, though this did not keep him from hearing him speak. The strangers mouth now visible the teen saw the wicked smile carved out of his face. His golden skin also now visible. The stranger saw the boys eyes widen a good degree, another chuckle escaped his foul mouth.
"This is more amusing then i once thought" though the stranger.
-Ding!-
The teen jumped as a sound was heard from his front pocket. His hand shooting from one pocket to the other to retrieve the devise that had broken his now fear full silence. He stared at the phone in his hand the screen, now on, as a message appeared. He looked over at the strange skinned man and then back at the even stranger phone.
"Might want to answer that" said the stranger with a knowing tone might be important
"Might be important" again said the stranger.
The teen still very wary started to sweat. His in-stinks telling him he should run as far and fast as he could away from him, but yet he found his feet frozen to the ground. So he could do little more than to turn his head back to then screen and read the message that was not even meant for him.
"A soul cut in two...pain absolute...to come together one must travel... to the other...one plane...to another..."
The voice that came from the phone, as he swiped hi thumb over the unlock, was felt through out his entire being. He felt goose bumps come up all at once, his breath short and ragged as he listened. He felt as if the voice was trying to resonate with his soul.
"Blood of wolf...purest of pure...blood of-"
He heard nothing. No words uttered the message stooping suddenly, as if someone had removed a part of it. He felt like he wanted to know what the strong but gentle voice was going to say but before he could do anything else but catch his breath. It continued.
"Born from both...a child of none"
The voice made many emotions be heard and fel. He heard the voice speak the last part barley above a whisper it tone caring regret and an unknown amount of sadness. He also felt...hate,confusion,and joy towards this vocie wanting to scream at, blaming it for all of his troubles all his pain. But yet he also wanted to cry in happiness...he had to ask.
Why?
"To travel to the place or birth"
Why did he feel this way?
"One must cut tie's"
Why did he feel so much hate...so much pain?
"To this place first"
He blinked his vision blurred as his eyes tiered up dripping onto the once voiced phone. He saw as purple mist faded from view reviling the crossw-
"What?" croaked out the teen, voice shaky hurt.
-SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!-
The teen saw a bus coming towards him, as e stood still in the middle of the road. The light blinding him. But before he felt pain. Agonizing pain, Out of the corner of his eye he saw the stranger with out his hood the wicked grin still there. The teens last thoughts was a single question. Even as he saw the golden skinned man speak he could not hear him, but yet he heard him-as if- he was speaking into his mind.
"Welcome home"
Why?
And with that he new no more.