Fan Fiction ❯ Half-Demon, No Mercy ❯ The Truth ( Chapter 3 )
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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: 1.5K | Visits: 187 | 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: 1.5K | Visits: 187 | 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, he got to sleep, but even this was not a peaceful sleep.
he got to sleep, but even this was not a peaceful sleep.
The next day, Andrew had finally stopped thinking about it. Talcan picked him up and they went back to the park, their place of their initial meeting. They had fun, chasing squirrels, feeding birds, and the like. And all was good. This went on for another month or so.
Then, Talcan was at the orphanage when Andrew woke up one Saturday morning. He was talking to the man that ran the orphanage. Andrew walked in, and they both looked at him.
“Ah, speak of the devil. Haha, Andrew, come in, come in, I believe you know this gentleman.”
“Hey, Talcan, whats up, and why are you here so early?” Andrew asked, still a little groggy.
The owner cut in, “Why, didn‘t he tell you? Talcan is here because he wants to adopt you.”
Andrew’s jaw dropped as Talcan grinned. And with that, Andrew and Talcan became roommates. Talcan, after the first few days of meeting Andrew, had come to think of him as a little brother; and Andrew vice versa. The very same day Talcan adopted Andrew and they went to his house, Talcan followed a trail, well trodden, to three graves and put a flower on each.
“Fifteen years exactly.”
***
A week after the adoption, Talcan decided to tell Andrew about his powers and about the demons. He’s his brother-like figure; he can’t keep something this big from him. So, he took him to his training spot, a big clearing with trees cut down and scorch marks on them.
“What happened here?” Andrew asked.
“Andrew, I have to tell you something.” Talcan took a deep breath and proceeded. “There are some people, who have… gifts. What I mean is, so people have special powers that they use to fight with. And humans aren‘t the only ones; there are creatures out there, demons, they‘re…”
Andrew cut in, remembering that night, “You mean like the demon you killed using your powers?”
“You saw that?!?” Talcan shouted, shocked.
“I didn‘t mean to, that night, I saw a big black flare, and I was trying to see what was wrong. Then I saw you, with your arm outstretched, and the demon carcass that was incinerated.” Andrew answered, apologetically.
“No big deal, I just wish you had told me, I spent all yesterday working on how to explain all of this to ya.” Talcan said and began to chuckle. “Well, now, let me show you the basis of my powers.” As he said this, he held his arm outstretched and created a black flame in his palm. “This is my power. The black flame, passed down by my father, just as this sword is.” He said, pulling his sword out and showing it to Talcan.
***
“So, now that you know, I can tell you about that day, fifteen years ago last week.” Talcan said as they took the path heading back to the house. “When I was twelve, my parents and best friend, were murdered, by a demon. And that day, I found out that I was a half-demon.” Andrew froze and Talcan turned around. “Oh, don‘t worry, I‘m a good guy. I‘m not like them.”
“Oh, ok,” Andrew said and grinned.
“When I found out why they were killed, I couldn‘t stand living in this world unless he left it. And, I‘m standing here now, aren‘t I?” Talcan let out a small chuckle, not going into the details of that fight.
“Well, they said my parents died in a wreck, but they would never let me see their bodies, they said it was because the wreck was so bad, and I was so young, but, as the years passed, I started to doubt that. I don’t know, I just felt like, I had a right, they were my parents and they couldn’t keep me from seeing them. But, now, all I have is this photo of them.” Andrew finished by handing Talcan a picture that he always has with him.
Talcan took the picture, and instantly remembered an incident four years ago. He didn’t think much of it at the time, just two more to the hands of a demon, and one more demon to his. “Andrew, they did lie to you.”
“Huh?” He asked questioningly.
“I remember these two, or, what was left of them, four years ago in two months, right.”
“Yeah, but how…” Andrew froze. “A, a demon?” he asked, seeming a little shaky.
“Yes, and he was quite power at that. But he fell to me.”
“Well, at least, now, I know the truth,” Andrew said taking back the picture. They walked the rest of the way back to the house in silence.
“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, he got to sleep, but even this was not a peaceful sleep.
he got to sleep, but even this was not a peaceful sleep.
The next day, Andrew had finally stopped thinking about it. Talcan picked him up and they went back to the park, their place of their initial meeting. They had fun, chasing squirrels, feeding birds, and the like. And all was good. This went on for another month or so.
Then, Talcan was at the orphanage when Andrew woke up one Saturday morning. He was talking to the man that ran the orphanage. Andrew walked in, and they both looked at him.
“Ah, speak of the devil. Haha, Andrew, come in, come in, I believe you know this gentleman.”
“Hey, Talcan, whats up, and why are you here so early?” Andrew asked, still a little groggy.
The owner cut in, “Why, didn‘t he tell you? Talcan is here because he wants to adopt you.”
Andrew’s jaw dropped as Talcan grinned. And with that, Andrew and Talcan became roommates. Talcan, after the first few days of meeting Andrew, had come to think of him as a little brother; and Andrew vice versa. The very same day Talcan adopted Andrew and they went to his house, Talcan followed a trail, well trodden, to three graves and put a flower on each.
“Fifteen years exactly.”
***
A week after the adoption, Talcan decided to tell Andrew about his powers and about the demons. He’s his brother-like figure; he can’t keep something this big from him. So, he took him to his training spot, a big clearing with trees cut down and scorch marks on them.
“What happened here?” Andrew asked.
“Andrew, I have to tell you something.” Talcan took a deep breath and proceeded. “There are some people, who have… gifts. What I mean is, so people have special powers that they use to fight with. And humans aren‘t the only ones; there are creatures out there, demons, they‘re…”
Andrew cut in, remembering that night, “You mean like the demon you killed using your powers?”
“You saw that?!?” Talcan shouted, shocked.
“I didn‘t mean to, that night, I saw a big black flare, and I was trying to see what was wrong. Then I saw you, with your arm outstretched, and the demon carcass that was incinerated.” Andrew answered, apologetically.
“No big deal, I just wish you had told me, I spent all yesterday working on how to explain all of this to ya.” Talcan said and began to chuckle. “Well, now, let me show you the basis of my powers.” As he said this, he held his arm outstretched and created a black flame in his palm. “This is my power. The black flame, passed down by my father, just as this sword is.” He said, pulling his sword out and showing it to Talcan.
***
“So, now that you know, I can tell you about that day, fifteen years ago last week.” Talcan said as they took the path heading back to the house. “When I was twelve, my parents and best friend, were murdered, by a demon. And that day, I found out that I was a half-demon.” Andrew froze and Talcan turned around. “Oh, don‘t worry, I‘m a good guy. I‘m not like them.”
“Oh, ok,” Andrew said and grinned.
“When I found out why they were killed, I couldn‘t stand living in this world unless he left it. And, I‘m standing here now, aren‘t I?” Talcan let out a small chuckle, not going into the details of that fight.
“Well, they said my parents died in a wreck, but they would never let me see their bodies, they said it was because the wreck was so bad, and I was so young, but, as the years passed, I started to doubt that. I don’t know, I just felt like, I had a right, they were my parents and they couldn’t keep me from seeing them. But, now, all I have is this photo of them.” Andrew finished by handing Talcan a picture that he always has with him.
Talcan took the picture, and instantly remembered an incident four years ago. He didn’t think much of it at the time, just two more to the hands of a demon, and one more demon to his. “Andrew, they did lie to you.”
“Huh?” He asked questioningly.
“I remember these two, or, what was left of them, four years ago in two months, right.”
“Yeah, but how…” Andrew froze. “A, a demon?” he asked, seeming a little shaky.
“Yes, and he was quite power at that. But he fell to me.”
“Well, at least, now, I know the truth,” Andrew said taking back the picture. They walked the rest of the way back to the house in silence.