My name...is Damien Crowe. I'm a fifteen year old freshman and my life has been blown to Hell in the past couple weeks. Here...is how it started...
*Thunk, thunk, thunk* "Damien! Get the damned door!" oh great my moms drunk...again...I opened the door to see four men in suits "Damien Crowe?"the guy in front asked. "Yeah"...don't like 'em...im getting a bad reading from them..."We're with CPS we need you to come with us" he said. "Oh no you don't Daniel you're staying with me"my mom said standing behind me...when did she get there..."Ma'am you're a drunk who can't take care of your son...he needs to be with us"he said...was that...a slight growl in his voice? "...Lycanis?...you're here to take him there aren't you?" my mom said a hint of sadness in her voice...albeit a very small hint "Serah...we need to take him...you can't stop us"...Serah...my moms name is Angel...what the- "If you try to take him Silverfur you'll have three legs instead of four!" okay what the freak man...four legs, silverfur, serah im getting confused "Wulf, Cana, Fenrir...please...take care of her" Lycanis said. Take care of?! The three behind Lycanis crouched down and started to growl...were they...no that's impossible!...they're growing grey hair! No wait...its fur...werewolves!? "*sigh*If you want to die then" my mom said...Whoa what the hell?my mom just grew six....wings?! My moms an angel? She grabs a piece of wood shaped like a gun and flicks a switch...that hunk of wood that 'my dad found on the beach' is actually a crossbow!...dude...something is wrong...God I hate mondays....


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