Hey guys, it's been a while. But with a week of testpapers and prepairing reports, there wasn't much time to go on with my story. So here's the next part:

Chapter nine: Why was it after me?

Street in L.A., night

Alex was on the run.

When he left the club 20 minutes ago, there was this creepy guy – no demon – that came after him.

Now he was running through one of the worst parts of the city. Old houses with broken windows, some homeless persons here and there. Not that they would help him.

He rounded the corner of an abandoned house and found himself standing in a dirty alley.

As he heard the footsteps of the thing behind him, he quickly ducked behind one of the few containers, which were standing on the left.

Just a few seconds later, a man headed around the corner. He was dressed all in black, and he looked alarmed up and down the alley, as if he was searching for something.

When he held his hand out, an energyball appeared in it. Slowly he began walking into the alley.

"Come out kid, I know you are here somewhere."

Alex was holding his breath when the man passed his shelter. Now facing the guy's back, he reacted quickly.

The blond teenager jumped out of the shelter and streched his hand out. Hot flames shot from his handpalm, but he didn't feel any pain.

The man spun around, revealing black eyes, only to find himself screaming as he went up in flames, his energy ball along with him, leaving a black scorchmark on the ground.

Alex let out a sigh of relief.

"God, I hate these things!", he thought.

Shaking a bit, he leaned himself against the wall.

"Why was it after me? Maybe I should call Chris and Benji."

He fished his MMCP-Player out of his leather jacket and dialed Chris number.

Don't worry, I will explain this thing further in the next chapter.