Ever since I was a little boy, all I have ever wanted was a normal life. I was eleven when my mother first told me what I was. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I mean, how could I not? That was the day everything changed.
~Flashback~
"Kendall, we need to talk," my mom said as I made my way into the living room. Immediately I began to wonder if she had figured out I had done something wrong.
"Sure Mom," I said as I took a seat across from her.
"As you know, your birthday is coming up," my mom started, which caused me to sigh in relief that I wasn't in trouble.
"I-I haven't been completely honest with you about your father," my mom said, her voice breaking.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I had been told my father died when my mom was pregnant with me.
"He isn't dead," my mom stated, casting her eyes down to the floor.
"You lied to me?" I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. All these years I had dreamed of having a dad, and it turns out I did have one.
"Kendall, it was for your own good," my mom said as she wiped a few tears from her eyes.
"How so?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Your dad wasn't exactly human." As those words left her mouth, I looked at her like she was crazy.
"He has to be human. I mean, what else could he be?" I questioned, my voice full of disbelief.
"He is an angel," was my mother's answer.
"Mom, you expect me to believe my dad is an angel?"
"Well, actually, he is a fallen angel," Mom whispered just loud enough for me to hear. My mother is an honest woman, so I knew she had to be telling me the truth.
"So, my dad is not only an angel, but he is a criminal one at that?" I asked, my eyes tearing up a bit when my mother nodded her head.
"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked.
"Because your twelfth birthday is coming up," Mom replied.
"Why does that matter?"
"Because Kendall, you aren't fully human," Mom said as more tears started to fall down her cheek.
"W-what am I then?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"Kendall, you are a Nephilim."
"What is a Nephilim?" I had never heard that term before.
"A Nephilim is a half angel, half human. They are considered abominations," my mom said, staring at me with sympathetic eyes.
"So I am an abomination?" I asked lowering my head as the tears finally broke way.
"No Kendall, you are the best thing to ever happen to me," my mom said making her way over to me and wrapping me in a hug.
"But to some that is what you are, and now that you are turning twelve, they may come for you," my mom said as her body shook a bit.
"Why now? And who is coming for me?"
"When Nephilim are twelve, they begin to develop their powers," my mom said, answering my first question. "And the angels of light," Mom replied, answering my second question.
"So I will have powers?" I asked looking up to my mother.
"Yes Kendall. Any day now," my mom said with a sad sigh.
"Why would the angels of light want to kill me? I am a good boy," I asked, shaking a bit at the thought of being hunted down and killed.
"I know you are sweetie, but some believe that Nephilim will always choose the side of evil because the human part of them corrupts the angel part," my mom said sounding angry now.
"What do we do?" I asked. I was now completely terrified.
"Well, after you were born, your father told me all of this, and he gave me a necklace that as long as we don't stay in one place too long will protect you from being found until you are eighteen," Mom said as she stroked my hair.
"Where is my father now, and why does it only last until I am eighteen?" I asked, my child curiosity taking over.
"I haven't seen him since that day and he is not a part of our family," my mom practically growled.
"When Nephilim are eighteen, the last of their powers come in, so it is next to impossible to hide you from the angels of light when that happens."
"We will get through this," I said hugging my mom. I could tell she was close to breaking down and I had to be strong for her.
"I know we will. You're a good boy Kendall," Mom said smiling at me, which despite the situation, caused me to smile. "I want you to go to your room and pack. We leave tonight," Mom stated as she rose from the couch.
~End Flashback~
For five years, my mother and I moved around the country. We only stayed in one location for a years, and then a few days before my birthday we would pack up and move. But this year was different now. It was just me and my Boston Terrier, Sissy. Last year, mom got really sick. I had learned how to heal people and animals when I was thirteen. I had tried my best to heal her, but I wasn't strong enough. She died four months later.
"Kendall, you turn eighteen in three days. What are we going to do?" Sissy asked from the passenger side of my truck. I had developed the ability to talk to animals when I was fifteen, which is also the year Mom got me Sissy for my birthday. Sissy has been the only friend I've had since I learned what I really was.
"We just keep moving and hope they don't find us," I said as I rubbed the necklace around my neck that had kept me hidden all these years.
"Where are we going this time?" Sissy asked, cocking her head to the side.
"I am thinking Minnesota," I answered.
"But isn't it cold there?" Sissy asked.
"Yeah, in the winter," I said chuckling.
"Can't we go to California instead?"
"Does it really matter?" I asked giving her a smile.
"Yes. There is no snow in California; therefore, it is awesome," Sissy answered.
"Fine, you win. California it is." I said shaking my head.
Author's Note: I do not own BTR. Also, please note that I am not trying to shove religion or anything like that down people's throats. This is simply a story for your entertainment as well as mine. You will learn more of Kendall's powers as the story progresses. Also, since Sissy and Kendall can understand one another, she will be able to use human words and slang terms :P. Also, this isn't that long because I am not sure if this is something people would want more of, so if you guys like this, let me know if I should continue it.
Oh, and don't expect any updates from me Wednesday or Thursday. I am meeting BTR on Wednesday and driving home Thursday.