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Chapter 4 It was nearly an hour after they set off from the apartment, and was already almost dark when they arrived at their destination. The rest of the trip had luckily been uneventful as no officer or shadows found them. They had remained silent though, almost holding their breath for the shadow to come at them again. Now that they had arrived, they felt safer, but little changed in the silent tension between them. The sun barely poked over the horizon making the sky a brilliant red, casting long shadows the buildings over the street. Deracus was at the door waiting for the other when they arrived. Ryan’s aunt, Molly Luther, lived i

Chapter 3 Several hours after his escape from the police Ryan found himself following a talking fox and a gold dragon closer and closer to unforeseeable fate in a possibly hostile city. The trio held eerie silence that was only briefly broken by Colt and Deracus to discuss plan for reaching Molly's apartment. Quietly listening to and following the animals left Ryan feeling very uncomfortable. He feared the two creatures and didn't know which scared him the most; the large fire-breathing dragon, or the magic talking fox. What made things worse was he had no clue as to their intentions with him. They hadn't tried to hurt him and seemed to genui

Chapter 2 Ryan awoke with a sudden jolt. His heart raced and and his mind spun.  He expected danger; shadows to be upon him. Preparing to be torn to shreds by the monsters as they did everything else in their path. Much to his surprise, though, he found himself in his room. He caught himself just before he nearly leaped out of his bed, lashing out in self defense. All seemed calm and quiet in his space. Studying his surroundings, Ryan looked for some indication of danger, of the shadows. The memory of the horrific creatures still clung to his for thoughts. Despite it all, everything was the same as he last left it, not a single thing out of p

Chapter 1 Boom! Shrapnel and flame were sent soaring through the air. The searing heat burned Kaleb's flesh even behind the wall. He could feel blood running down his scalp, reminding him of the wound he had been dealt earlier. He knew he would not last long like this; he needed to end this fight quickly. The sound of a boot scraping the ground echoed from behind the wall, making it clear that Kaleb’s grenade hadn’t done the job. Growling he pressed his back against the wall. He released the magazine from his .45, snapping a fresh one into it. He pulled the slide, loading the first bullet into the chamber. Feeling his belt, he r