Chapter 3: The Mark of The Shadow Man
A young Facilier in old time New Orleans, he was homeless and scrounged for three or four bucks, he also played the saxophone and had always dreamed that one day he would play so good that everyone with in miles would come to see him play. He was sitting on the roof with his best friend Lebuf.
"Lebuf?"Facilier said,"have you ever thought that well, there is a better life then this."
Lebuf thought for I minute."I guess so but, when I grow up I am going to be the richest man in New Orleans. By the way how is your music comin' along?"
"Still needs work I just hope I get so good that I can pay of my mama and papa's dept."Facilier said.
"Well you know,"Lebuf said throwing his arm over his friends shoulder."they say if you wish upon the wishing star it is sure to come true. I do it every night."
"Ha! You don't actually believe that do you?"Facilier laughed.
"It's always helped me." Lebuf answered.
"Hey Lebuf?" The boy asked," are you coming to my first saxophone concert tomorrow?"
"Sure." He perked.
"Good 'cause I need all the support I can get." Facilier said holding Lebuf to his promise.
Later that day, Lebuf did come and Facilier was playing his heart out, but everyone was laughing and mocking him.
"Look at that boy, he thinks he's talented." One man laughed. And there were some more harsh words from the audience making Facilier stop playing.
Then They started throwing rotten tomatoes at him. Lebuf's father handed his son a tomato.
Facilier shook his head begging his friend not to do it. Lebuf looked as if he was thinking about it for a bit, his father was urging him to throw it.
Much to the young Facilier's shock without any remorse his best friend winded it up like a baseball and threw it at him nailing him square in the chest splattering all over him.
Facilier felt a tear running down his cheek as he felt betrayed then ran off the stage back home to his mama and papa.
As he ran by unnoticed to him two glowing green eyes were watching him from the shadows.
Soon, Facilier couldn't help but have the feeling he was being followed, he whipped around to see nothing there but his shadow. He shrugged and continued walking then started having that same feeling he turned around again still nothing, now he was starting to get worried.
"Alright knock it out!" He shouted. Still nothing he turned back around to head his way home. He saw something move at the corner of his eye. He turned back around only to see his shadow young Facilier turned around again to quickly head back home and was starting to speed up. Then a his own shadow reached its hand out and threw it over his mouth making him try to scream, his shadow had a killer grip on him as the boy squirmed franticly as he was dragged into the shadows making him drop his saxophone.