"Im giving you this one time, i didn't arrest you because of your situation, however after today any mishaps or actions resulting in the smallest of crimes, I will take action. By the way, knowing you was an early awakened could have been beneficial if you told me before all of this took place. Interesting ability you have to say the least. Once you're seventeen, you may leave. Oh, on the back is a small map of the city with directions to every shelter in case of a beast wave. Do yourself a favor and stay near one of them at all times."
Sitting under a small bridge was a brown skin boy with locs and sunset colored eyes. Damon had now been on the street for two years and alot had changed. From the first day he was thrown out like trash, his life had been straight hell. From stealing food and clothing, to constantly spending time in jail to sneaking his way on to the academy grounds and peaking in on class sessions to learn. Damon had become a real street rat and known trouble maker.
To the kids his age, and many adults, he was known as one of the cursed kids. Ever since that night when multiple families had been murdered. Damon's name and reputation was locked and sealed. Whispers of the sight of him caused uproar in certain parts of the city, mainly the upper crust area where the wealthy lived.
Kids his age and older would hunt and look for him throughout the streets just for fun, trying to get a glimpse of the so called cursed kid that brought death to their city. Damon didn't know how the story of what occurred that night solely fell on his shoulders, but as time passed, the less he cared about it all.
The memories he fought so hard to retrieve eventually came back, but they meant nothing to him anymore. After learning the truth behind his memory loss and the true identity of the black haired boy with red eyes, who he know remembered as Knox, Damon would push it all to the back of his mind. Burying it as far away as he could, there was only one memory he could not shake after recovering it.
The memory of the Hyencalue, a entity that would visit him every six months while he was in a dream state. It would show itself briefly with a unnerving smile displaying its canine jagged sharp teeth and dissappear. Damon noticed it only came to him every six months after the first year passed.
During his two years, he had become very familiar with Capetown. He knew the city in and out like the back of his hand. He had also tried sneaking out countless times, which always resulted in him being thrown in a cell. At times he would get lucky and find someone who felt sorry for him enough to help him in some way like getting him food or more clothing, but it was rare.
Made up stories that swept across the city prevented most people from helping him. It was said that anyone who attempted to help or take him in would meet the same fate as those families who perished in their own homes.
Not all people believed it but it was still enough of them to make Damon's life that much tougher. During his two years, he also did his best to take care of himself and his ability. Although nothing about his ability had changed that would make him a lethal fighter, he made a ton of progression in two areas.
It was the only two areas he could improve in which was making his increase skill stronger and the radius of his rain wider. For two years Damon would meditate and practice on his ability, but only whenever it rained naturally. That way he didn't draw any attention. His ability to create rain was well known now and would give away his positions at times especially when his radius was small. Seeing rain falling in between alleys out of the blue when the rest of the city was clear of rain would send up red flags for the guards and some of the people.
That was a year ago, His rain radius was now a staggering 400 meters, but when practicing he only allowed it to reach 100 meters in distance and had learned to move it across the sky with a simple thought. He also could make his rain effect anything he wanted like before, the effects were childsplay. It only gave him the power of choosing what he wanted to get wet by his rain. Other than that his rain was still considered a crap ability. It still produced nothing but a power up.
After finishing his meal under the small bridge he was living near. He covered himself in a dirty patched up hooded cloak and scaled a nearby building. The bottom half had a ladder that reached multiple floors, but the top half of the ladder was broken and so like usual, he would carefully place his hands and feet in the deep grooves the ladder piece that was there left behind.
Once on top of the roof, he looked at the sun for the time of day before sprinting and jumping from roof top to roof top. He had become a skilled climber and leaper while dealing with the tough task of living on the streets. Kneeling down and looking over to a house across the street, Damon waited patiently.
About twenty minutes later a man and small four legged beast companion took off jogging down the road. Damon knew the habits of many people throughout the city, secrets even. Couples with kids who were cheating on their spouses. He knew their routines as well. The man exercising was one of them.
Jumping down, he bolted across the street when it was clear and climbed over the large stoned fence attached to the back of the home.
"Alright, I have roughly an hour to get in some heavy lifting. " he thought looking at the many weight balls and gym equipment in the backyard. This was another one of Damon's methods to stay in shape, preparing himself to be in good condition to leave the city.
Four months after being thrown out, he stumbled upon the man leaving his home and so Damon went to look for something valuable to take when he discovered the outdoor gym.
It was perfect, the privacy wall was tall enough to keep prying eyes away and every time he finished working out, he would make sure to place everything exactly how it was. Since that day, he managed to repeat his efforts without fail unless it was a beast wave going on, he was in a cell for some reason or the man decided not to go for a run.
After 50 squats, push ups, tossing twenty pound weight balls, and numerous other exercises. Damon cleaned up and carefully went back the way he came.
Next Damon was outside a classroom window ducked down and leaning against the wall. Every other day he would sneak on academy grounds and listen on lessons trying to gain knowledge about beasts and hints about using one's ability hoping to increase his chances of turning his crap ability around. He couldn't count how many times a student, guard or teacher spotted him resulting for him to be thrown in jail for days.
Although Damon had been dealt a difficult hand in the cards of life, he wasn't afraid to take risks and keep working towards something. Even if he didn't exactly know what he was working towards. He relied heavily on his intuition which constantly made him push forward no matter if he wanted to or not most of time.
Returning under to the small bridge which was located near the south entrance where city and rural lines met. Damon sat down and leaned against the damp wall, closing his eyes. The thought of Sin popped into his mind, every once in a while Sin, Raya, Jasper and Manboy would come to his mind.
Like always he would push it all away, ignoring it all. He was alone, thinking about them and the past did him no good. Even though Sin was said to be from Capetown, Damon hadn't seen him since the night of the murders. He didn't look for him in hopes to seeing him. Instead, he stayed out the way of the public by keeping off the main roads and only used alleyways and rooftops.
He wasn't the only homeless person in Capetown, but he was the only one with a reputation of being cursed. Even the other homeless individuals which weren't many didn't want anything to do with him.
Opening his eyes, he got up positioning himself in a plank position and performed push ups, although he had recently worked out, he would do some sort of exercise when his mind was troubled.
After reaching 38 push ups, a resounding alarm that sounded like one hundred horns echoed throughout the city. Seconds later the voice of Captain issac stretched across Capetown as well.
"Incoming beast wave detected, all residents proceed to shelter or your homes, all travelers proceed to the nearest shelter at once. All guards and available soul masters, prepare to defend. "
His voice was magnified ten times over due to the four towers placed at each corner of the city near the entrances and one at the center of town.
"Just great, these damn waves are getting more frequent. " he thought before getting up and running. A beast wave meant a tare through space was forming nearby. For long as mankind and beast existed, there was always war between the two. Beasts would hunt mankind for pleasure or food, while mankind would hunt beasts for the same and more.
At some point in history, things changed as mankind began going to war with themselves. The beasts began to populate at incredible speeds like an evasive weed. In doing so their path to evolution increased birthing high matured grade 1 through 4 as they were called and prime beasts which had 5 known levels. Lesser prime beast,lowly prime beast,grand prime beast, superior prime beast, supreme prime beast.