Fan Fiction ❯ Half-Demon, No Mercy ❯ Meeting the kid ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Wildcat_X 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.29.2005 | Updated On: 12.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 569 | Visits: 196 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.29.2005 | Updated On: 12.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 569 | Visits: 196 | Status: Completed
“Uhhhhhhh!!!” cried a demon as it fell to the earth in two pieces to join its fallen comrades. The demons’ killer sheathed his sword. The only sound as he walked away was that of the summer-night’s breeze. He disappeared into the shadows, unknowingly being watched.
***
The next day, he walked through the park, getting exercise and just relaxing. A branch snapped and headed straight for him. He simply raised his arm. The tree branch smashed into his forearm, shattering like glass, gaining not so much as a flinch.
“Whoa!!” said a little kid, not twenty feet away. “How’d ya do that mister?”
The reply came with a smirk, “A lot of practice.” Then he walked away, leaving the kid in awe.
***
He went back to his house on the outskirts of a town called Lakewood. He spots a demon in a clearing, not looking for him, but there, to its own misfortune, nonetheless.
“Well, I wasn‘t looking for a fight, but I‘d be happy to oblige,” He thought as the demon spotted him.
The demon wildly attacked him.
“Too easy,” He said as he felled the demon in one swipe of his blade and a kick to the head.
He still had no idea his every move was being monitored.
***
As he stood near the bay, staring into the water as if it were an endless abyss, he remembed that day, fifteen years ago, when his whole world was destroyed. He stood there, not aware of anything going on in reality, for what seems to him an eternity, replaying the horrific scene over and over in his mind.
“Hey mister!” Comes a voice from behind, pulling him from the trance of his memories.
“Oh, it‘s you from the park, hey,” comes the response.
“Hey, I‘ve been hoping I‘d see ya again. I was so amazed by what you did in the park the other day, that I never got to introduce myself. My name’s Andrew, and I‘m eight. What‘s your name?” Andrew questioned.
“I only give my name to one I trust. And that hasn‘t happened in fifteen years,” was Andrew’s answer.
“Oh,” Andrew said, hanging his head.
The man got up, walked over to the ice-cream vendor about fifty yards away, and got two cones. He walked back and sat back beside the boy.
“You like chocolate, or vanilla? I like both, so I don‘t care which you want, “he inquired.
“Thanks, mister! I love chocolate ice-cream!” Andrew said, grinning and taking the cone.
They finished their cones and talked about the weather, sports, and other things until about sunset.
“Hey, shouldn‘t you be getting home, your parents will get worried.” The man said.
Now the happy-go-lucky look on the boys face faded, “I don‘t have any parents, they died in a wreck on their way to pick me up from pre-school four years ago.”
This hit home with the man, “Sorry to hear that, I know what it‘s like, my parents were killed when I was twelve. Well, where‘s your orphanage, I‘ll walk you back.”
And with that, the two stood up and walked the mile and a half back to Andrew’s orphanage.
***
The next day, he walked through the park, getting exercise and just relaxing. A branch snapped and headed straight for him. He simply raised his arm. The tree branch smashed into his forearm, shattering like glass, gaining not so much as a flinch.
“Whoa!!” said a little kid, not twenty feet away. “How’d ya do that mister?”
The reply came with a smirk, “A lot of practice.” Then he walked away, leaving the kid in awe.
***
He went back to his house on the outskirts of a town called Lakewood. He spots a demon in a clearing, not looking for him, but there, to its own misfortune, nonetheless.
“Well, I wasn‘t looking for a fight, but I‘d be happy to oblige,” He thought as the demon spotted him.
The demon wildly attacked him.
“Too easy,” He said as he felled the demon in one swipe of his blade and a kick to the head.
He still had no idea his every move was being monitored.
***
As he stood near the bay, staring into the water as if it were an endless abyss, he remembed that day, fifteen years ago, when his whole world was destroyed. He stood there, not aware of anything going on in reality, for what seems to him an eternity, replaying the horrific scene over and over in his mind.
“Hey mister!” Comes a voice from behind, pulling him from the trance of his memories.
“Oh, it‘s you from the park, hey,” comes the response.
“Hey, I‘ve been hoping I‘d see ya again. I was so amazed by what you did in the park the other day, that I never got to introduce myself. My name’s Andrew, and I‘m eight. What‘s your name?” Andrew questioned.
“I only give my name to one I trust. And that hasn‘t happened in fifteen years,” was Andrew’s answer.
“Oh,” Andrew said, hanging his head.
The man got up, walked over to the ice-cream vendor about fifty yards away, and got two cones. He walked back and sat back beside the boy.
“You like chocolate, or vanilla? I like both, so I don‘t care which you want, “he inquired.
“Thanks, mister! I love chocolate ice-cream!” Andrew said, grinning and taking the cone.
They finished their cones and talked about the weather, sports, and other things until about sunset.
“Hey, shouldn‘t you be getting home, your parents will get worried.” The man said.
Now the happy-go-lucky look on the boys face faded, “I don‘t have any parents, they died in a wreck on their way to pick me up from pre-school four years ago.”
This hit home with the man, “Sorry to hear that, I know what it‘s like, my parents were killed when I was twelve. Well, where‘s your orphanage, I‘ll walk you back.”
And with that, the two stood up and walked the mile and a half back to Andrew’s orphanage.