Fan Fiction ❯ Half-Demon, No Mercy ❯ The Witnesing ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Wildcat_X 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.30.2005 | Updated On: 12.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 623 | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.30.2005 | Updated On: 12.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 623 | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed
Over the next few weeks, they had similar meetings. Andrew was beginning to become like a little brother to him. He went to the orphanage to get Andrew and take him to see a movie. When he got to the orphanage, he saw on the other side of the fence, Andrew getting picked on by some other, bigger, boys. He walked in the playground of the orphanage and went up to the boys pickings on Andrew.
“Andrew, there a problem here?” he asks as all of the heads turned his way.
Andrew walked over beside the man. “No. No problem. Let‘s go.”
***
On the way to the theater, neither was talking for a few moments.
“Talcan,” The man said.
“What?” the kid asked dumbfounded.
“You wanted to know my name. My name is Talcan. I‘m twenty-seven.” He said.
“Cool,” Andrew said as they got in sight of the theater. “So, you trust me now, right?”
“Yeah, heh, you‘re cool.” Talcan said.
They got their tickets and went in to watch their horror movie. When the movie was over about two hours later, they left the theater, dumping the empty popcorn bags in the garbage, and started to head back to the orphanage. They passed an empty lot on the way and Talcan stopped.
Andrew turned and said, “What‘s wrong Talcan?”
“Andrew, I need you to go around the corner for a minute, ok.”
Andrew knew if Talcan wanted him to go around the corner, there must be a good reason. And as soon as he was gone, Talcan started talking, with no one there, that anyone else would be able to see, to listen.
“Whatda you want, come for a fight, or just lookin for some grub?” Talcan said as the outline of a demon became apparent from the darkness of the vacant lot.
“I was just looking for something, or someone, to eat, but I haven‘t had a good fight in ages. And if you‘re good enough to sense my presence, you will probably be a good opponent.” The demon said as his fingernails grew out into daggers and he ran at Talcan.
“Nice weapon, but can it withstand this?!?” Talcan shouted as the demon was consumed into a ball of black flames (Talcan‘s Shadow Flame Inferno). The demon was destroyed, only a few body parts, severely charred, remained.
Andrew, noticing a big black flame resembling a flare, had come around the corner, and stood, once again in awe at Talcan’s abilities. He saw Talcan, with his arm outstretched, looming over the burned remains of a story-book demon. Talcan looked over, but by this time, Andrew was back around the corner, trying to make sense of this. He kept trying to tell himself that he imagined it; that the demon, if that was what it was, tried to hurt his friend, and got caught up in his own power; anything to explain what he had just seen. Then, Talcan came around the corner.
“Hey buddy, why so shook up? Was the movie that scary?” Talcan questioned.
The only thing he got from Andrew was, “I don‘t want to get in trouble. Let‘s get back to the orphanage, okay?”
***
That night, sleep never found Andrew, his head in a frenzy, still trying to rationalize what had happened. For every explanation, a problem came up that threw it off. He lay awake all night, his mind racing. Finally, at about five-thirty in the morning, a mere hour-and-a-half before they were awakened, sleep came to him, but even this was not a peaceful sleep.
“Andrew, there a problem here?” he asks as all of the heads turned his way.
Andrew walked over beside the man. “No. No problem. Let‘s go.”
***
On the way to the theater, neither was talking for a few moments.
“Talcan,” The man said.
“What?” the kid asked dumbfounded.
“You wanted to know my name. My name is Talcan. I‘m twenty-seven.” He said.
“Cool,” Andrew said as they got in sight of the theater. “So, you trust me now, right?”
“Yeah, heh, you‘re cool.” Talcan said.
They got their tickets and went in to watch their horror movie. When the movie was over about two hours later, they left the theater, dumping the empty popcorn bags in the garbage, and started to head back to the orphanage. They passed an empty lot on the way and Talcan stopped.
Andrew turned and said, “What‘s wrong Talcan?”
“Andrew, I need you to go around the corner for a minute, ok.”
Andrew knew if Talcan wanted him to go around the corner, there must be a good reason. And as soon as he was gone, Talcan started talking, with no one there, that anyone else would be able to see, to listen.
“Whatda you want, come for a fight, or just lookin for some grub?” Talcan said as the outline of a demon became apparent from the darkness of the vacant lot.
“I was just looking for something, or someone, to eat, but I haven‘t had a good fight in ages. And if you‘re good enough to sense my presence, you will probably be a good opponent.” The demon said as his fingernails grew out into daggers and he ran at Talcan.
“Nice weapon, but can it withstand this?!?” Talcan shouted as the demon was consumed into a ball of black flames (Talcan‘s Shadow Flame Inferno). The demon was destroyed, only a few body parts, severely charred, remained.
Andrew, noticing a big black flame resembling a flare, had come around the corner, and stood, once again in awe at Talcan’s abilities. He saw Talcan, with his arm outstretched, looming over the burned remains of a story-book demon. Talcan looked over, but by this time, Andrew was back around the corner, trying to make sense of this. He kept trying to tell himself that he imagined it; that the demon, if that was what it was, tried to hurt his friend, and got caught up in his own power; anything to explain what he had just seen. Then, Talcan came around the corner.
“Hey buddy, why so shook up? Was the movie that scary?” Talcan questioned.
The only thing he got from Andrew was, “I don‘t want to get in trouble. Let‘s get back to the orphanage, okay?”
***
That night, sleep never found Andrew, his head in a frenzy, still trying to rationalize what had happened. For every explanation, a problem came up that threw it off. He lay awake all night, his mind racing. Finally, at about five-thirty in the morning, a mere hour-and-a-half before they were awakened, sleep came to him, but even this was not a peaceful sleep.