Meteor City, 1982.

No one knew who- or even what you were, your features were vile and not human like at all, despite the fact that you were only a 10 year old child. Having large, nasty horns, four eyes, weird claws on your hands, lagged wings and a heavy tail, you spent most of your time sneaking around the junkyard of a city, stealing the scraps that others have found when they weren’t looking, and hiding beneath run down buildings to keep yourself from being caught.

But one day, you got too hungry..

You had come out for a little too long, having been spotted by a boy who looked to be around your age. You could practically smell the blood inside his body, and it nearly made you drool. Before you even realized, you had left a bite mark on the boys arm, but there wasn’t any missing flesh. His group came along behind him, a handful of boys, but only two or three girls. They caught you, tying you up in one of the buildings with zip ties, ropes, anything they could find really, as you thrashed and wailed while they tried to figure out what you were. You got a few names though, ‘Phinks’, the boy who caught you, ‘Shalnark’, ‘Machi’, ‘Shizuku’, and ‘Feitan’.

Then, a shorter boy, who you had assumed to be Feitan, with messy jet black hair and a hard, unbothered stare stepped forward, his black eyes locking onto yours. One of his friends warned him, but he walked toward you, crouching down as he held a hand out in front of you. You lurched forward, sinking your teeth into his fingers, though the taste of his blood only filled you with shame and guilt as his eyelid twitched slightly.

”.. No fear here.” He spoke up, staring down at you as he crouched, his fingers still locked between your jaws.

”No need for fear.”