Polo, Deshy, and their New characters :D a Test Drive :D

Right so i have two characters, i may post both in a reply or just the one. Not sure who i will be as the main one, unless we could work it out as them both being involved

But i think i will be my new character, Lae

Full Name: Dorian Laertes Greymark
Name: Lae
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Profile: Lae stands at the height of 6 foot. His body thick and sturdy with muscle. His hair a deep natural shade of night black falls over eyes the shade of aqua, but what stands out the most is the tiny flecks of violet to them. They are vibrant and sometimes look as if they glow. His skin is as pale as snow and sometimes looks semi translucent, mainly in direct sunlight. His pale skin also gives of a slight glowing feel, due to his pale complection. His face though soft and gentle has a slight angular shap. Giving him the stance and looks of a Warrior. Lae bears a scar on his peck running from the center chest line right round to almost under his armpit. Not very clear to the eye unless you happen to catch him swimming.Though that is quite rare since he hides behind hoodies, always avoiding contact with others. He dosent talk much only if you really annoy him, then he will strike like a cobra. He likes to be unseen and unoticed, but with his unsual looks he seems to draw the unwanted attention. The strange thins about him, is that he has a passion for art, not the sort of guy if you met, at first sight, you would not think he had a passion for art.

Yes your possibly thinking he is a little old, butt the story will be reveled once the story begins, small parts of him shall leak out, untill you find out about his history

Full Name: Violia Larelind Telcontar
Name: Violia
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Profile: Violia stands at the height of 5 foot and 5 inches. Her small delicate body makes you think she wouldnt be the kind with strenght. But Violia does she's stronger than she looks, much stronger. Soft red hair falls down to her shoulders, thick and in light curls. Bangs fall onto her soft skin, just above her eyebrows, framing her gentle features, a cute button nose, full soft lips the colour of light pink roses. Her eyes stand out from her pale face, bright and encaptivating. They are the colour of the sun, red with flecks of golden yellow and copper orange. They look as if they swim at times, normally that is just the effect of light on the flecks, like an illusion of flames burning away inside her eye sockets. Most people tend to look away from her, her eyes the main reason for this. People would see them and become instanly feared of her, some even tryed to bless her soul, thinking she was a child from satan. From then on she began to trust people less and less, tus leading her to become a lone soul. She had no friends, nothing. Violia may look normal from a distant quick glance, but if you dared to stop and look at her, and i mean look at her properly, you could see that there is just something different about her, something strange and not of this world.

You already know about Violia to some extent, more will come later

Bear with me for my post

Name: Tyson Retisant (Say: Tie-Sin Ret-EE-Saunt) ((Ty))

Age: 17 years

Appearance: Tyson has long, straight black hair with he keeps tied in a braid down his back, stretching almost to his shoulder blades. His face is casually framed by shorter, loose strands, falling in layers from just above his eyebrows to below his chin. He has a stocky build, and is slightly shorter than most boys his age. He has high, proud cheekbones and a naturally richly tanned complexion. His eyes, though seldom seen, are a bright, fiery shade of brown - seeming almost red when the sun strikes them. He generally stands with a somewhat aloof and disinterested stance, often making himself appear unapproachable. He usually walks with his hands in his pockets, partially because he likes it that way, and partially for the practical purpose of having quicker access to the pen and notepad he keeps there.

Personlity: To be RPed


Other: 1 Sibling: Lizzie


Name: Elizabeth Retisant ((Lizzie))

Age: 18 years

Appearance: Very pretty light boned and slender girl. She is a natural redhead with a fair complexion and alluring pale blue eyes.

Personality: Cheerful, spontaneous, outgoing, friendly, enthusiastic, talkative, judgemental.

Lae burst through the front door, causing Violia to fall of the sofa. She had been in a deep sleep. Fallen into it waiting for his return. Violia dashed to the door to great him. Lae's face was struck with horror. He had slammed the door shut behind him with a defying click. This has awoken Violia. Lae was pressed with his back against the door, as if he were trying to hold the world out from them. Something had been after him, she could tell. In fact Violia just knew these things, something she, herself could just not work out. it wasnt like she could read peoples minds, hell she didnt even know how to access peoples minds. But something gave her a 6th sence with what people where thinking, she could tell from just looking at them . Lae stared at Violia, his face blank with horror. and Violia just returned the glance right back at him, but hers was more out of confusion and curiosity. Violia stepped closer to him. Placing a hand on his wrist she spoke with soft words. "Are you okay Lae, what happened, Do we have to move again?"
Lae just glanced up at her, his eyes seemed glazed over, he wasnt in the present, he was either going through another flach memory, or he had been so scared out there it had caused him to close up on himself. Violia slowly dragged him towards the couch, he walked like he was a robot, someone else controling him, but he moved as she directed him. Violia gently placed him down onto the sofa, where he sat satring at one tiny spot on the wall. Unmoving and silent. Whatever it was that had done this, really had cause him serious pain. Violia went to get some medical supplies from the kitchen, but as she went to move , something hard and strong grasped at her wrist jolting her back towards him. Violia began to squirm under his tight hold on her. But he wouldnt loosen up or let her go. She tryed to pull away but it was just causing her more pain. "Ow your hurting me, get of" she squirmed again as she tryed to pull his hand off. Clawing at his fingers causing the skin to peel away. Crimson fluid gradually appeared on the surface of Lae's skin then began to tricle down his hand and then eventually dripped to the floor. Before she could even stop herself, she felt the warm flow into her hands, she tried to cringe away from him, but it just didnt work. A single tear dropped from her fire stricken, pupiless eyes. she could feel the heat becoming more intense than ever. His skin, that touch the surface of hers bagan to turn an unnatural purple red, in the way that was a burn. At that she knew she had burned him, like most who touched her, when they startled her, they burned. Lae was the only one who could help her control it, the only one she had neer burned on porpose, untill this day. But then was it really him?
When Violia had tried to prise away his hand, his head robotically turned to face her causing Violia to freeze in mid squirm. His eyes catching her like a rabbit in headlights. there was something wrong about him, He was not acting right, and then his mouth began to open, he was going to say something. all Violia wanted to do was run, but she was stuck in his eyes, never moving, she couldn't even manage to find her legs or arms and get them to work. "I'm coming for you!" a unknown voice hissed out from Lae's mouth, the double eyelid flicked back, reveling Lae's true eyes. his body slummed on the sofa, Violia's poor height causing her to struggle with his weight. when she managed to hold him right, she could cope with it. Violia settled him down in a lieing position on the couch. He looked peaceful in his unconsious state. He look just like sleeping beauty, but of the male kind, when she had been poisend and fallen into that deep sleep.
Violia sighed, then walking into the kitchen, she grabbed some ice packs and towels. She had to treat his burn. Unconciously she rubbed at her wrist where he had gripped her arm to tightly, leaving a red circle braclet. Violia bent down at Lae's side and began putting the ice onto his hand, wrapping it up in towels first then pressed it against his burnt skin. tears trickled down her soft face as she did so. No noise escaped from her lips. When she felt that she was done, she pressed her hand on his palm to see how hot the skin was. it had cooled, but was still too hot a temperature than it should be. She used one of the wet towels placing it onto his fore head, then headed up stairs to grab two pillows and some blankets. She gently placed Lae's head onto on of the pillow, then wrapped a blanket around him. taking the other pillow and blanket she crawled over to the chair, curled up and tried to get some sleep, though she kept on fiding herself watching over Lae as he lay there. Hopeing that the daemon would not return to is body again.

It was dark. Dark, because it was nighttime, or perhaps early evening. It was hard to tell at times like these. Ty sat on an upturned cardboard box in a dark, damp alleyway somewhere in the middle of town. Lizzie had gone out to meet one of her many boyfriends, and he had been left here alone. He didn’t mind. He didn’t mind much, really. Yet all the same, it was dark, and the lack of vision was beginning to annoy him, for from time to time the shadows seemed to move, and little creatures scuttled menacingly around the litter clogging up the gutters. Dangerous people tended to linger here at night. Ty had learned that from experience, and though he had not minded it that much, he was still not particularly keen to repeat that lesson. He had already learned it, so it would be a waste of his time. Ty never needed reminding. Once he learned something, he knew it. That was how he had survived this harsh life on the streets as a mere teenage boy. Not that he really minded the streets… But they were cold, and they smelled bad.
Ty wrinkled his nose at this thought, lifting his chin slightly and staring around with the sort of haughty expression one might expect to find on the face of a posh old lady sipping a cup of tee in an ornate old mansion, rather than an ordinary boy sitting in a reeking alleyway with goosebumps slowly creeping over his cold flesh. He rubbed his arms to circulated some warmth through them, then got up and stamped his feet. If he let himself get cold now, he would never warm up. The night was still young, and as with all things, it got harsher as it aged.
Presently, a loud clatter echoed throughout the alleyway, followed by a series of quick, gurgling drips as filthy old water fell from the disturbed surfaces. Ty turned his head calmly and stared in the direction of the sound, scrutinizing the surrounding area. The crooked tail of the fleeing cat proved Tyson’s theory, and he nodded in acceptance to himself and turned away again, staring blankly into the familiar shadows on the opposite end of the alleyway. There was a junk yard down there. That was where the smell came from, he thought. He remembered that junk yard. Lizzie used to make him search through there for things to use or sell. He hadn’t minded, at the time, but now he preferred to keep his hands clean, for the most part. All the street children… They were messy, and smelly, and dirty. Even Lizzie, sometimes, when she spent too much time with those boyfriends. Ty did not much approve of dirt. He liked to be clean… Though he supposed it did not bother him, really, when he had no choice but to remain dirty.
But he was clean right now.
A faint hint of pride crept into Ty’s dull expression, and he pulled the upturned collar of his thick denim jacket a littler closer to his neck, then drew his shoulders up to his ears ad shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to keep warm.
It was getting colder now, and he did not want to wait any more. Lizzie should have been back, and she wasn’t. He didn’t mind, really, but it simply meant that he was no longer willing to wait for her, and that she would have to find him.
With this thought in mind, Tyson turned and walked away from the junk yard, holding his head high with the pride he held so dear. The streetlamps gleamed down on him with an incandescent glow, striking his clean black hair and making the neat folds of his braid seem to slither like a shining snake down his muscled back. His fringe felt soft and light as it dusted his face, and this pleased him, for it meant that his hair was clean – just as he liked it to be. Neat, it always was, for that he had control over, but cleanliness was more of a challenge. Not that he let it get to him, of course.
Tyson paused as he reached the edge of the alleyway, for he had heard a familiar sound. His eyes gleamed a blood-red shade of brown as he stood, waiting patiently, watching the spot where he knew Lizzie would appear.
Step… Step… Step…
And there she was, drunk out of her mind and latched onto the arm of some hunk, co-ordinating between laughing stupidly and stretching her tongue so far down his throat that Ty could have sworn she was digging for diamonds. She would be troublesome to deal with, this drunk, but he did not mind. She had her own ways to cope, just like he did, and he understood that.
They were drawing nearer now, and Ty could hear what Lizzie was saying. Her words were slurred by alcohol, and interrupted regularly by pointless gurgling giggles and the odd random sob, but had Ty been paying close attention, he knew he would have understood easily. He didn’t really care what she was saying though, so he didn’t listen.
Tyson fixed his fiery gaze on the approaching boy…Man? He looked about the right age to be either. Tyson did not care. He stared into the figure’s eyes with such intensity that by the time he had delivered Lizzie to Ty’s side, the older male’s gaze was directed at the ground, upon which he scuffed his shoe nervously back and forth. He murmured a hurried excuse for Lizzie being late, to which Ty did not bother to listen, and then he hurried away. Lizzie was latched onto Ty’s arm now, and she was talking to him, perhaps somewhat tearfully. He was not listening.
Obviously confused and robbed of judgement, she tried to kiss him, but Ty turned his head calmly aside, and Lizzie missed. She was too drunk to notice.
Ty grasped her shoulder softly, allowing her to cling to his arm, and led her gently out of the alleyway and down the street. He would have to find somewhere for them to spend the night, since it was definitely night now, and the dangerous people would be out soon. Tyson did not mind them, but he was not so stupid that he would willingly walk into the face of danger without a valid reason. Brave and stupid were one and the same on the streets. Neither survived, and Ty knew this well.

And so, guiding the blabbering Lizzie gently, Ty made his way down the damp, deserted road – his path lit by the orange glow of the street lights. Every so often, Lizzie stopped to hurl, and Ty would stand aside aloofly, and stare in the opposite direction, then drag her unceremoniously to her feet again and continue his steady progress.

Violia woke with the sun stremaing down onto her face. It was early in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly through the window. Straight over Lae and onto her face. thats when she noticed that Lae's blanket had fallen of, His skin looked almost translucent in the impressive light. A small smile spread across her lips. Lae lay flat on his stomach, face plastered into his pillow, arms sprawled out to the sides. he completely filled to small two seater couch. The sight of him caused her to chuckle slightly. Something that was of rarity to her, making her recoil back from it, gasping at the alien noise. She covered her hand over her mouth to try and stop it from returning.
Violia crept of the chair and slowly made her way towards him. she checked his right hand for the burn. It had become worse. She cringed away from him, hating what she had done. she plonked herself well away from him, in the middle of the floor. Where she sat with her legs pulled up to her chest, and began trembling.
Lae rolled over onto his back, imediatly causing him to come out of his deep sleep. he sat up on the sofa with a stretch. When he relaxed, he instantly saw Violia trembling. His face dropped, is heart sank. What had happened last night? he didnt even remember returing home. Lae silently walked over to Violia, resting his rather large hand onto her small frame. "hey, come now, whats wrong?" Violia looked up at him, her eyes full of sorrow, fear and dysphoric. Violia reached for his hand, gently touching it and showed it to him. Lae recoiled from the sight confused and disoriented. "Whoa, what happened last night?!" Lae spoke as he tumbled backwards. Violia showed him her wrist and then flew into the whole thing that had gone on.

Violia and Lae had cleaned themselves up to some extent. they were going to have to leave the house to get some medical supplies, ones they had run out of, but they were going in day light, something they rarly did, together. lae only ever really went out during the day, Violia prefered to head out when the moon was full in the sky and the stars where shining. Violia wore tight fitted jeans and a tank top the shade of aqua, where as Lae wore stright cut jeans and his usual black hoodie, but this time he had the hood pulled down. Violia glanced at him, slightly worried about what they were just about to do. This was risky, very risky indeed. Lae squeesed Violia's hand and then realsed it. "we will be okay" and with that he head out the door. at first the light hurt Violia's eyes, but within a few seconds they had adjusted to the brightness of the sunlight, something she had rarly been out in. she gave a gentle smile up at Lae, and followed in his step, watching him as he walked with a certain proud stance, not giving a care at those who stared as they passed by. Violia on the other hand was feeling exposed to the watchful eyes on the streets. she cut her step closer to Lae felling a little more secure under his shadow. They soon reached the small pharmacy, Lae went straight in, but Violia wanted to sit out in the sunlight and let it warm her soft paled skin, from rare exposure to the suns rays. She sat directly on the bench outside the pharmacy, Lae always keeping an eye on her.

Sober now, Lizzie had returned to her usual cheerful, energetic state. She did not bother asking Ty what had happened the previous night, since she knew he would not tell her. Nor did she thank him, since she doubted it would make any difference to him, anyway. They sat now on one of the public benches outside the pharmacy. Ty had brought Lizzie here during the night, since it was nearby and sheltered, and he had figured that, if anything should go badly wrong, he could always steal some medication. He examined his hands in his lap now, shoulders drawn up to his ears – mostly to make himself seem more inconspicuous. He did not like being noticed. Unfortunately, with Lizzie around, it was seldom possible to remain invisible.
“Oh my gosh.”
“Oh my gosh, Ty!”
Ty diligently ignored Lizzie’s excited stage whispers, feigning deafness and staring in the opposite direction.
“Ty!” Lizzie pressed, tugging on his sleeve. Not wanting to make a scene, Tyson grudgingly turned to face her. “Did you see him? That guy? Oh my gosh, he was gorgeous! What do you think? Should I introduce myself?” She grinned eagerly at him, but Ty felt no shame whatsoever in killing her enthusiasm. He plucked his pen and notebook from his pocket, and scribbled a quick note in his tidy, curvy handwriting.
He’s too old for you. And besides, you stink.
Frank as ever, Ty clicked his pen decisively, then replaced the pad and pen in his pocket. Lizzie scoffed and rolled her eyes, then cuffed Ty playfully on the back of the head and sauntered off into the pharmacy.
With painstaking patience, Ty rearranged the disturbed strands of his hair back into their usual neat braid, then turned and stared after Lizzie. She was next to the poor man already, chatting animatedly and swaying from side to side in a way that clearly flaunted her bosom. He thought it rather undignified, but when it all came down to it, he didn’t really care what Lizzie did, as long as it did not affect him – or endanger her life.
He watched her for a moment, then let his red-brown eyes shift to the woman standing near the door. She had come with the man, if he remembered correctly. Ty met her gaze and shrugged apologetically, then decided he ought to go in and fetch Lizzie, who was still chatting pointlessly to the man – not even giving him time to answer.
He slowly got to his feet, then passed through the doors into the pharmacy. Lizzie was speaking in the classic urgent monologue she fell into when her flirting was failing and she was beginning to get nervous and desperate. She spoke so fast that it was near impossible to understand what she was saying, but Ty knew the general direction her speech always went.
“Hi-I’m-Lizzie-who-are-you?-Why-are-you-here?-Do-you-like-dancing?-I-can-dance.-Wouldn’t-you-like-to-“
Bored, Ty ceased listening and stalked over to Lizzie. He grasped her sleeve gently and gave it a light tug. Lizzie brushed him away irritably, still busy sweet-talking the poor man who was trying to pay for his purchases.
Ty tugged harder this time, more incessant. Again, Lizzie brushed him away, this time flashing a mutinous glare.
Still, Tyson did not react. He blinked disinterestedly, then grasped Lizzie’s arm in a gentle hold and turned back toward the door, literally dragging her away. Yet before he had taken more than a couple of steps, the sound of sliced wind whined through his ears, followed by a loud slapping sound and a flash of burning pain as Lizzie’s palm met his cheek with such force that his head was struck sideways. Looking away from Lizzie now, Tyson’s face did something rare and unexpected: It registered shock, actually forsaking his characteristic disinterested expression.
Drawing in a deep breath, Ty tightened his grip and attempted to haul Lizzie toward the door – his expression mostly back to normal. But the second he met her resistance, an ear-splitting scream shattered the silence. Lizzie’s hand struck Ty’s face again, and this time he let her go, raising a hand to his red, stinging cheek and watching her with faint bewilderment.
“Help!” Lizzie yelled, scrambling dramatically away from Tyson. “HELP! He tried to assault me!” She squealed, pointing directly at Tyson with her eyes wide in fright and her lip trembling dramatically – making her look utterly terrified, just like the convincing little actress she was.
And now, Ty registered that he was in something of a sticky situation. His record was already not as clean as he’d have liked, and if somebody was to call the police…
Unsure of what to do, Ty simply stood and blinked at Lizzie, who screamed louder, then hid her face in her hands and sobbed dramatically. Ty shifted uncomfortably. He did not like being the center of attention, he did not like being betrayed by Lizzie, and he did not like that he had no solution. Yes, this situation bothered him. It bothered him a lot. A faint frown crept onto Tyson’s expressionless face, showing a slight displeasure.
This was troublesome.

Lae grabbed a few of the supplies of the shelves and then headed over to the counter, where he order a few other things too. The guy behind the counter had known his wife, they had been interns togther while studying at university. "How you doing these days Lae, is Violia with you?" Lae gave him a peaceful reproach. "I'm doing good myself thanks Dave, Violia has prgressed so much since last year" He looked over his shoulder, out the window at her. Thats when he saw the guy and the girl, sitting across the bench from Violia. Lae suddenly tensed up. watching these too with suspicious glares, but also try to keep it to a lock down, so others didnt get suspicious. But he noticed that they werent all that intrested by Violia, the guy mainly keeping to himself, and the girl, well lets just say she looked annoying. he rolled his eyes and gave a slight smile in Violia's direction. he was just about ready to leave, after he paid for his things.

Violia had a slight smile on her gentle face, the warming of the sun felt good on her cool skin. The feeling gave her a lsight pleasure, making her wish she had to never leave the sun behind for the cold feeling of the night. Though she could regulate the warmth around her own body, it was not the same feeling she got when in direct sunlight. It made her feel alive, stronger more powerful. A snarky grin spread wide over her face, something had clicked inside of her, something not so good. Violia looked back down to the world infront of her, from staring right into the sun. Was she stupid? no, the sun did not cause her light blindness, like it did to humans, her eyes where much stronger. Violia could even see the flames circulating, swimming, burning on the surface of the sun. Something many had had to create a special technology before they could even see it. But Violia had always been able to.
She glanced at the figure that had no appeared on the bench, they were not there a minute or two ago, she was sure of that much. They must have appeared when she was busy looking up into the sun. It was a boy and a girl, the girl look awfully thin, super model thin, she suddered at the disgusting sight. there was something of about them both, something that didnt quite add up right. Violia could just not work it out, when the girl suddenly dash of into the pharmacy. She glanced at the guy left behind, sat -almost as if he didnt want to be noticed- quiety on the bench. He looked bedraggled, unwashed. he was a street dweller. Something Violia knew well. she had been on the streets from since she was 8 untill the age of 14 years when someone had found her. Then Lae had found her. The boy seemed to notice her looking at him, as he turned to look at her. But he did something she was not expecting. A sorrowful glance, what was he sorry about? she followed his gaze through the shop window and onto Lae, and the girl. Violia almost wanted to slap herself in the face. This was going to end badly. The girl that had been with the guy was now trying to chat up Lae, something he would deeply not approve. She kept a close eye on Lae, hoping that he would manage to keep himself compelled from snapping. soemthing that was very easy for him to do. And this girl was going the right way about it. Violia then noticed as the guy went in to retrive his little baggage. she kind of felt sorry for him, that must be so annoying to deal with. There was something strange about the way the guy moved, smooth and almost silent, as if his feet didnt really touch the ground. Violia became instantly intrested in him. He was different. she focused on him, trying to get something. Nothing. There was nothing inside his head. This was wierd. all humans had some thoughts, but his was just blackness. Violia became confused and more intrigued by him. she had to figure out why his head was empty. she just could not leave this, it would bug her for ever. She had to get to know him no matter what. Curiosity always got the best of her.

Lae turned as was about to leave the shop when a high pitched voice began wailing in his ear. He turned to find a young girl stood right close to him. Too Close! TOO CLOSE He clenched and unclenched his fist. he could have a freak now, not here, not in day light, this was bad, terribly, terribly bad! Lae tried to take a deep breath to control the anger that was about to corse through his veins. he couldnt hurt her, not here. But she was just asking for it.
Lae was now fighting with himself, he could not let the anger out, not yet. He was struggling though, the anger always got the better of him. His fist clenched tightly at his sides, His nails diging into his palm. Compeltly forgeting about the burn on his hand, he didnt even feel the pain. he stared outside at Violia, with pleading eyes. He was stuck with no where to go. If he moved now he would possibly flip and end up pinning the girl to the floor, or worse, he could take a swing at her head, possibly knocking her to the floor.

Violia watched the scene infront of her, eyes bulging. she caught the pleaful glance of Lae, and began to make a move into the shop. when suddenly a cry for help wailed out from the open door. The guy who had just been sitting on the bench no had a hold on the girls arm, trying desperatly to dragg her out the shop. Violia winced as a loud slapping sound rang out through her ears. she had slapped the boy round the face. he look utterly shocked. she had to help him, but how. lae watched as the girl was dragged away, his anger subsided slightly. But then all hell broke loose. The girl was crying out for help as some guy had come to drag her away. lae gave a sorrowfull glance back at dave. then rolling up his sleeves he went and interveened. Violia noticed as Lae was getting ready to break it up. he was pushing them out the shop, with his big strong build. Violia crept up towards them now, waiting for her turn in helping. Lae pushed at the girl, slamming her into the guy and out onto the pavment. He torn the girl away and push her with brute force towards the wall. Violia glanced at the girl, then at the guy. They were brother and sister. She stepped in front of the guy as Lae was gaining on him. Violia put her hand in front of her, hoping Lae would stop. she didnt want to hurt him again. "Their brother and sister!" she half shouted at Lae, wincing away from his at the same time, waiting for the blow. But nothing happened. Lae had understood, had heard her. His fast encroaching had been stopped. His anger disolved into annoyence. Lae spun round to face the girl. "You!" he stabbed a finger at the girl "You have some nerve girl, grow up and stop acting like a spoiled brat. I am not intrested, plus your like only 16, get a hold of yourself. And please take a shower once in a while cause girl you stink. Do not ever bother me again" he turned back to Violia and the guy. "Is this true? Are you related?" His voice had gone back to normal, like his wave of anger had never happened. Violia glanced at the boy,then suddenly looked away as she realised the colour of her eyes would possibly scare him.

As the man walked toward him, Ty braced himself for one of those massive fists to knock him down, but they did not. Of course, he reminded himself, this man was not some scum off the streets. He had more dignity than that, and it seemed he was responsible enough not to want to cause trouble for the shop owner. Yes, Ty had noticed the glance he had thrown the man at the counter a moment before.
He felt his respect for this stranger grow slightly, and turned calmly away to exit the shop without preempting – perfectly willing to comply with the man’s wishes. He agreed that it would be better to sort the situation out in the street. That was where all ‘sorting’ took place. It simply drew less attention there, for it was expected. Gang fights were forever breaking out, and people dropped like flies. It was not uncommon for Ty to find somebody he had known all his life lying in a dumpster with a shattered skull, or to find a friend of a friend with a bullet hole in his chest. He even came across bloated bodies floating down the canal at times, but there was something disproportionate about them, and he did not like it, so he never looked for long.
Of course, he didn’t mind all the killing that much. It was part of life, so he merely accepted it and went about his business. Sometimes Lizzie took it hard. Not so long ago one of her favourite boyfriends had been killed, and when she had found him lying in a pool of blood in the alleyway, she had screamed. Ty still remembered clearly how unpleasantly noisy it had been, but he had stood loyally by her side while she snotted and cried and screamed and sobbed – sometimes hammering his chest with her fists and sometimes flinging her arms around his neck to sob into his shoulder. Lizzie had always taken comfort from physical closeness, but Ty didn’t like it much. He merely tolerated it, since it was not worth making a scene over. Lizzie liked to be the center of attention, though. After that boyfriend had died, she had been unhappy. She had started experimenting with drugs, alcohol and the like. At times she had disappeared for days on end, and Ty had sometimes wondered if she was dead. She always came back, though. She was pretty – so none of the guys wanted her to be killed, in case they could get her for themselves. Lizzie used that to her advantage. She was clever and crafty, in a way, but Ty could not help but think that perhaps she needed a little more pride. He would not stoop so low as to sell himself simply to survive. What was the point of a life like that?

Tyson brought himself back to the present with a sigh as a loud shout caught his attention. They were standing outside the shop now, and the man was bearing rapidly down on him, definitely looking ready to sink that iron fist so far into his face that he’d end up with eyes in the back of his head. Ty shifted slightly, but he did not make any move to flee, or to defend himself. These things happened – he didn’t really mind it. The bruises would look messy, but he knew that they would heal. And besides, everybody on the street had bruises. He would still blend in just fine.
But then something else caught Tyson’s attention: The shout had come from a girl – perhaps a woman? She was mature, in any case, and it seemed she was trying to intervene in the situation.
He watched her with mild interest, soon noting that she was the one who had come with the man. He thought back to what she had shouted: ”They’re brother and sister!” She was right, of course, but Ty wondered how she had known. He and Lizzie did not exactly look alike – what with her fair complexion and orange hair, and his own relative darkness. He supposed it did not really matter in any case, though, so long as the man understood. That would be helpful.
He did seem to understand, for he lowered his fists now and turned back to Lizzie. Ty shifted slightly, but the man did not look like he planned to be violent, so Ty stood his ground. He did not need to protect Lizzie from what would not kill her. Even if it upset her, she would get over it. He didn’t want to get caught up in the middle.
Ty raised a hand and felt his tender cheek, which had now swollen slightly. Lizzie had hit him hard. A faint flash of annoyance darted through him, and Tyson sighed and stared aloofly away while the man chided Lizzie. She deserved it anyway.

”You have some nerve girl, grow up and stop acting like a spoiled brat. I am not interested, plus you’re like only 16, get a hold of yourself. And please take a shower once in a while, cause girl you stink. Do not ever bother me again!" Lizzie’s mouth fell open, and her shock instantly caused her sobs to cease, leaving her hiccuping into silence. She stared up at the man with wide, tearful eyes – her lush, mascara-laden lashes emphasising the gorgeous pale blue of her irises that she knew most boys would kill for – literally. They had before, after all! “I- I-“ She stammered uncertainly, torn between feeling hurt, angry and insulted. The man did not look so handsome, now. He had horrible pale skin, and a fierce temper which did not match. She could do much better. “You- You monster! You horrible, mean beast!” she wailed dramatically, dissolving into noisy tears once more. She cried and cried, waiting for Ty to come over like he always did, scold the guy with a glare, and lead her gently away. He always did – this time would be no different. Ty was simply predictable like that. He would not want to be in a troublesome situation for too long.
But Ty had not come. What was keeping him?! Lizzie wailed louder, a hint of anger creeping into her put-on sobbing. This was embarrassing! Where was Ty?! He knew his role! Lizzie opened one eye a crack and peeked over at what was happening – only to see that Tyson was otherwise engaged – now talking to this guy.
Wait… He was talking to Ty, whom she had accused of assaulting her.
Did that mean he was trying to protect her? Did he perhaps like her after all?!
Lizzie’s sobbing ceased abruptly, and a hopeful little smile crept onto her pretty face as she watched them closely, sitting on the dirty ground and waiting to see what would happen. Would he hit Ty? Then scoop up his damsel in distress and carry her away to a better world? Tears of hope sparked in Lizzie’s eyes at this thought. It was a dream, too good to be true, but the drugs had made Lizzie a dreamer.

Ty, on the other hand, was a realist. "Is this true? Are you related?" The man’s words were calm and they were not accusatory, and once again Ty felt a spark of respect. This was a direct question that warranted a direct answer.
Ty nodded.
That was his answer.
He was impressed that the man had managed to get his temper back under control so quickly. The boys on the street seldom exercised self control, and Ty found it refreshing to see it in action now. This man was sensible and responsible – a respectable sort. Tyson had exposure to these kinds of people so seldom that it was a rare treat to meet one now. It reminded him that not all humanity were scum. Of course, he was not too concerned but the whole situation. It was mildly interesting, that was all. He was not interested often.
Presently, Tyson glanced toward the girl. As he did so, she looked down, but not before he had caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were bright: Red, and orange, and fiery. A little like his own could appear at times, only more exaggerated. More alive. Ty didn’t care. He did, however, decide that he owed the pair an explanation, an apology, and his gratitude. They were being terribly patient with Lizzie and himself, and they had been far more civil and accommodating than they needed to be. They were upper-class, after all. Ty was simply a street kid – Lizzie, in many views, naught but a common prostitute.
So Ty took his notebook and his pen from his pocket and began to write. The movements of his hand were quick and fluid, and he managed to sketch the long note in perfectly neat, attractive writing, and in a very short period of time.
He held it up, blinking unconcernedly.

Sorry for my sister, she’s still a little drunk.
And sorry for causing you such inconvenience,
But I felt I had to intervene before she caused
Any trouble.
Thank you for refraining from punishing us –
It was better treatment than we deserved.
You are very accommodating – Thank you.

After holding the note up to the pair of them for a while, Ty slipped it back into his pocket, followed by his hands, then raised his shoulders and stared aloofly into the distance – his face showing no more expression than it ever did.
Lizzie was quiet now, he noticed. Sitting against the wall, she was watching them, but she was not making a fuss. He was glad. He did not want to cause these people any more inconvenience after they had been so good to himself and his troublesome sister. Lizzie simply hadn’t been the same since the drugs… She had never hit him before.
He didn’t mind, though.

Lae watched as the boy dug into his pocket, ready to spring if he pulled out a weapon. ale had good reactions, quick like a strike of a cobra. and also very presise, seldomn missing his intented target. but the boy only brought out a small note pad and pen. Lae tilted his head in slight confusion. This boy was either a mute or he just did not like to speak. Lae had seen this before in someone, he ganced down at Violia, who was watching the guy with keen eyes, as he wrote. Lae noticed that something was different about her, but couldn't quite work it out. though it was odd to see her so intriuged by another human, But they was she looked at him with prising eyes, concerned him. Was this boy really human? Or was there something about him that caught Violia's attention. Lae set his gaze back to the boy, who had know held up the piece of papper. Lae read it pretty quickly, and gave a gentle smile towards the boy.

Violia glanced back at the girl, giving her a deep warning glance. Her eyes swam with liquid fire, burning at an feirce intensity. Hoping that the girl reseved the message. Violia grabed a piece of paper from the boys pad, but she did not used her hands. She used her mind and powers to tear te peice away and to bring it to her, unseen. She began mentaly writing on the paper, She just had to think what she wanted to write, then it would appear right on the page in front of her. come by tonight at midnight, alone, to 115 Valley hill, i want to talk. from the girl who you caused, or nearly cause a scene in front of. P.s: you dont have to come if you dont want to. But it might be good for you to get away from your sister Violia pushed the letter into his pocket, hoping that no one had seen her.
Violia was suddenly aware of a grip on her wrist. she looked up into voilet blue eyes. Lae. She gave him a soft smile. Then he spoke. "Come on we must return home, i have everything we need" They were careful as to not speak each others names, not wanting to have their names be on the streets. Violia gave a distinct bod with her head, and then they began walking back home.

Violia treated the burn on Lae's hand, and the newly formed laserations he had caused there. "You did very well today Lae, your getting a hold of your anger. But she deserved anything you would have thrown at her" she smiled slightly, while dabbing at his hand. Lae's free hand found its way onto her head, and ruffled up her hair. He laughed halfheartedly, "she did didnt she" he smiled back at her, but then soon winched as she dabbed the antibacterial solution over his deep cuts. Violia had done it on perpose. She hated it when he ruffled up her hair. "dont ruffle my hair and i wont have to hurt you" she said with a smile. Violia then began wiping the burn cream over his redden skin. Thats when Lae noticed the red circulet on her wrist. Lae caught her hand in his, Violia automatically froze. "Did i do this last night?" he gave her a questioning glance. violia pulled her wrist away from him and tried to hide it. "yes but it doesnt matter, you were not yourself last night, and we have to find out who it was. Your burn is much more important than a bruise. And now i have sorted your burn out, we must figure out who this daemon is" Violia turned away from Lae and headed upstairs into the room of books.
It was getting late and they still had not found out who this Daemon was. "what did he look like" Lae suddenly asked breaking the silence. "You" Violia replied back with a uncanny tone. Lae chuckled slightly "Okays that doesn't help, did you see him at all?" Lae watched Violia and she flicked through the books, floating in front of her. "No he just kinda vanished, and when i did see him, he looked like you, only your eyes were glazed over with like a white clouded contact lens. it was all a bit strange" Violia stiffled a yawn, then loooked at the clock on the wall. She had an hour untill midnight. Untill the boy would arrive, thats if he was going too. "I think im going to get some sleep. Night Lae" Lae looked up at her sudden exclaimation. "Oh okay then Violia, sleep well hon, i will keep looking for us, and hopefully in the morning i will have some things to show you" he went back into the book as Violia disapeared through the door way. technically she ws not lieing, she was going to go to bed, but she was only going to get some rest, so she would be awake when the clock struck 12. Violia lay on her bed staring blankly up at the ceiling, messing around with some of the things in her room, making them float up into the air and then back down again. She sat bolt upright when she heard the striking of the clock. 12 strikes. it was time. she silently crept out of bed, heading towards the book room to see if he had gone to bed yet. he hadnt, he had fallen asleep amongst all the open books. He was a funny character, Lae, he could pretty much sleep anywhere and still get a refreshing amount of it. She smiled to herself, and then headed down the stairs and out into the darkness of the night. waiting on the front porch for a figure to appear out of the darkness.

Ty did not return the man’s smile, but he appreciated it all the same. It was certainly better than the glare that Lizzie had gotten, though Lizzie was not quite subtle enough to notice. Her attention was still locked on the man, though she did not look quite as cheerful now. He was smiling at Ty. That meant he wasn’t going to sweep her away after all… Lizzie pouted sulkily in her corner. Meanwhile, Ty felt a motion in his pocket. A page was ripped away from the notepad, and slipped past his hand. He twitched slightly as he felt a sharp edge of the page slice his skin, leaving a stinging papercut. This surprised him, but perhaps not as much as it ought to have done. Ty simply accepted it, as with everything. He did not know all of life’s mysteries, therefore he was never uncomfortable with learning of something that differed from the norm.
’Which’, he thought to himself as he felt the page slide back into his pocket, ’this definitely does…’

He nodded gratefully to the pair of them, his gaze lingering a moment too long on the girl – showing something meaningful. Then he walked past them toward Lizzie, raising one hand in farewell.
He paused beside Lizzie, and held out a hand to help her to her feet. She slapped it roughly away, spitting out a snide remark, then got to her feet and flounced off. Tyson followed a short while after, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders held high, so his upturned collar hid most of his face that his hair did not. He followed Lizzie without complaint. She had not apologized, and he had not expected her to. That was simply the way it was between them. They knew each other well, and knew exactly how much they could get away with. More importantly, each knew that they relied heavily on the other, and therefore they both always forgave – regardless of the circumstances.

Tyson followed Lizzie for a while – not knowing where she was going, yet following anyway. Finally, they came to one of Lizzie’s favourite haunts – an old, abandoned church on the outskirts of the small town. It was dark and derelict, crumbling from top to bottom. The old bricks were either clothed completely in moss and ivy, or they were already floating away as dust on the breeze. An old Bronze statue stood outside, weeds growing over it, and it was impossible to tell what it might have been back when it was in use.
Lizzie stormed furiously through the splintered remains of the heavy oak doors, and walked down the aisle like a murderous bride, finally spinning on her heel at the other end, and turning to face Tyson – who still stood at the doors. “What the hell’s your problem?!” She yelled, her voice echoing eerily off the cold stone walls – sending a flock of pigeons flying noisily up into the broken rafters. “Do you understand, Ty, that is I can find a rich enough man, all my problems will be over?” She hissed mutinously, slowly stalking toward him. Ty stared in the opposite direction. “Will you listen to me?!” She screeched furiously. Ty did not react. With a gasp of fury, Lizzie’s palm sung through the air and struck his cheek for the third time that day. This time, Ty was prepared, and he did not react. “Say something, Ty!” Lizzie demanded in a pained whisper, her voice shaking feebly now. “Please… Just react. Say something. Anything.”
Ty turned to face her, gazed into her pleading eyes for a moment, then glanced down and slowly shook his head.
Again, the loud slap echoed around the walls, and this time Ty flinched – his cheek feeling sore and tender now. “You’re such a fool!” Lizzie screeched through her tears – tears that now fell thick and fast down her cheeks. “You’re hopeless, Ty! Can’t you see that you’re ruining everything? Why the hell’d you have ta get in the way today, huh? Just let me do my bit, and you do yours.” She brushed roughly past him, her shoulder striking his hard as she passed.
Ty didn’t mind.
He knew where Lizzie was going… Out to one of those boyfriends, no doubt. She probably wouldn’t come back to him for days, after this. He’d have to fend for himself, but that was fine. He knew how.

Ty walked slowly into the old church, seating himself on the nearest usable surface. Everything was mostly in ruin, but at least it was more sheltered than being out on the streets. This was Lizzie’s subtle way of looking out for him, he knew, and he appreciated it.
Finally alone, Ty took the note from his pocket and scanned over it. His eyes actually registered faint surprise as he reached the end. Not so much at the contents of the note, but rather at his own thoughts.
He thought he ought to go.
He knew it was risky, and stupid, and dangerous…
But he wanted to go.
Ty sighed heavily, then shrugged his shoulders and curled up in a corner to wait. It was dusty here… He took care to avoid the dirt as best he could.

Some hours later, the light of the full moon striking his face brought Tyson back to reality, and he scrambled rapidly to his feet. He had no clue what the time was, but judging by the position of the moon, it was time to leave.
He made his way through the dark streets – avoiding the dangerous places – and heading toward his destination. His sense of direction was good, and he knew the town well, so it did not take Ty long to find it.

When he did, however, he found himself lingering in the bushes with faint trepidation, wondering why he was even there, when he knew how unwise it was. He shouldn’t have come…
But right at that moment, a figure appeared, and then it was too late for doubts.
So Ty cast them aside and stepped out into the moonlight, his hand clasped around the crumpled note in his pocket. What was this about…?
He paused some distance off, watching the figure with vague suspicion. Trust was a dangerous thing, therefore he tended to avoid it – even with good people, like this woman and her partner.
He had been a good guy.
Ty could not remember the last time somebody, other than Lizzie, had smiled at him… The other street boys thought he was weird. A freak. But he knew that, in some ways, they were simply afraid of him. That tended to happen, when a person acted different – which he certainly did. But thankfully, he did not attract enough attention to make it obvious, so he seldom caused trouble for himself.
Except now…
What was this about?
Tyson slowly raised a hand in questioning greeting, hoping that he had not made a mistake in coming here.

Then he moved forward, slinking silently through the night, until he came to a standstill near the porch – feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable and exposed. It was not surprising, though. This was out of character for him, after all… Not that it really mattered.

Violia sudden felt the pressence of soemone else. Close by. Then out of the shadows popped the guy from earlier today. he waved at her. Which felt a little strange to her. she dint wave back, still a little shcocked he had actually come, she was after all expecting him to maybe ditch her. But he hadnt he had shown up. Now she realy was in a pickle, she didnt know what to say. She looked nervously around them then took a step out from the shadows towards him. "Come with me" she spoke soft but a slight demanding tone to it also. Violia turned and head back into the house, hoping that he would oblige and follow after her. she headed straight through the house and into the garden, where she then trundled right to the bottom. Tuck away right in the cornor was a small little summer house. Curtains on the windows seats in the corners and a small sofa bed in the center. Violia slipped a key out her pocket, she had picked it up from the kitchen as she had gone through. she unlocked the door, a waft of heat hitting her as the door opened. She went in and sat down on the sofa, not bothering to turn the lights on, it would only draw suspicious attention. She turned hoping he had followed, to find him stood in the door way. "come and sit, no one will bother you here, this is my place where i take sanctury. We will not be disturbed here" She shuffled herself on the sofa to get comfty. Violia felt suddenly nervous, what if he got the wrong idea, but then what if he tryed to attack her? Would she be able to conjure up the energy to fight him of? or would she be left to fend for herself, with her bare hands? Though she was pretty sure that if he startled her, he would get more than he bargained for. Violia didnt want to think about it, but if he did startle her, then she would end up killing him, thats if he was really a human. She had to find out, it was one of the main reasons she had brought him here, and the fact that she felt sorry for him livving on the streets. She waited for him to relax a little, but he didnt move all too soon, so she sucked it up and just put it out their. "What caused you to be on the streets? I have been there before" she was blunt, but her voice soft with a sort of understanding and sorrow mixed together. Violia stared longinly at him, hoping for an answer. Hoping he would trust her. Though she didnt mind if he didnt speak, and wrote on paper instead. She could understand that perfectly well. he didnt have to do anything she asked.

Frowning slightly, Tyson followed the girl. He stepped cautiously into the house, not quite feeling comfortable being somewhere where he could so easily be trapped. Yet something told him to trust the girl, and so he did, no matter how out of character that was. She seemed like a good person, and sometimes one had to take a risk if they were to gain anything in life. Perhaps she’d be able to help him…
Next thing Ty knew, he was following her aloofly through another door, and out into the back garden. He stopped and stood motionless as she walked across it and unlocked a small summer house, then he stepped quietly after her, pausing outside the door.
At her reassurance that it was safe, Ty nodded briefly and followed her inside. She stopped and sat down on the sofa bed in the corner, and seemed to think for a moment before turning to face him. Ty leaned casually back against the wall – not feeling comfortable enough to sit down, yet not wanting to stand around awkwardly either. So instead he distanced himself, standing with his usual aloof stance and waiting to see what was wanted of him.
Then he heard the question: "What caused you to be on the streets? I have been there before."
He eyed her for a minute – looking her directly in the eye, and not feeling the slightest bit intimidated by its blazing colour, which nearly reflected his own at times. He studied her closely, trying to decide what to do. Should he answer the question? If so, how much should he tell her…? He supposed nothing bad could come of it. She had asked an honest, direct question, and that deserved a straight answer.
And a straight answer is what it got.

Tyson took the pen from his pocket, clicked it sharply, then began sketching a note on his notepad – the metal nib of his pen making a soothing scratching sound in the cool silence of the night.

We had no house and no money,
And we refused to enter an orphanage,
So we ended up on the streets.

It was simple, and it was honest, yet Tyson’s explanation held blatantly obvious gaps. Gaps that could not be missed, even by the dullest of people. Still, after holding up the page for a short while, Tyson flipped it over and wrote again – his neat fringe flapping softly against his face with the movement of his rapid writing.

I don’t mind, though.
We get by.

What about you?

He met her gaze now – looking at her directly, and holding his question in his features. Tyson did speak, only he did it through silence.
A thought seemed to strike him then, and he frowned slightly for a moment before flipping the page again, and jotting a quick note on the next one.

Why did you ask me to come here?
And… How?

He did not specify the details of the question, but Ty knew that she would understand what he meant. How could she not? She had been the one to take that paper from his pocket without even touching it, after all. He was not scared, but he was curious. He wondered how she had done it. Of course, if he could not find out, he would not mind. It would simply be nice to know, that’s all.

Tyson watched the girl for a moment, then seemed to come to some conclusion. He relaxed slightly, and sat down on the seat in the corner, looking at the girl, watching her from behind intelligent eyes. Intelligence clearly wasted on his life on the streets. Yet perhaps not completely – for that intelligence served the daily purpose of keeping himself and Lizzie alive when their peers were getting killed left right and center.
Tyson was good at thinking on his feet. Very good indeed.

Violia read the page just as it as pulled back and nother message was written. She felt slightly overwhelmed with all is talking, or was it rather writing? She didnt really know what to call it. She pulled her knees close to her chest, after he had asked her about how she had gotten on the streets. "I'm sorry for what happened to you and your sister. its hard." She spoke into her pulled up knees not looking at him. When she suddenly looked up to him. "Do you want any food, drink?" remembering how hungry she had been when she was in his situation. Violia had choosen to run from everything, alway moving on, and never back. She hadnt chose to go to an orphanage it had just happened one day. Violia had to anwser his question now, but how was she going to do so? She barely even said it to Lae, but then he didnt mind, he would say What happened in the past, stays in the past he would always speak it with his authoritive voice. Lae had stoof by her many of times, even when she was hurting him so bad. He stayed at her side, though this did not help her much, she hated having to hurt people. And lae was one of the many she had hurt endless times, without managing to kill him. This showed how strong Lae was, and how much she meant to him. He did not care how many times he got hurt, as long as she did not come into harm herself.
"I cant talk about it, its too hard for me" Violia spoke softly, into her knees again. She clutched them tighter this time and shuddered at the vived memory, forever plaster on her eyelids, so when ever she closed them she would always see the horrid thing again and again.
"Firstly i shall explain how i got you here, if i did it the other way round you would possbly not understand me. So here goes!" She sighed taking in a deep breath and then began "Well you see, im not like the normal human, hell im not even human. I have special abilities, some that people have never heard of before. Some so powerful that most can only bare one of them. i still havent learnt how to control all, justthe basic ones, like levatating things and bring to me, Thats how i got the paper from your pad. I can in a way read people's thoughts, without entering their mind though, if i just look at you i get gain information. Then that brings me to why i brought you here. Your different. I couldnt access your thoughts, it was just empty and black. I had to access your sisters mind" Violia shuddered at the thought "It was horrible, all the things she's done, with those guys" she shudered again "I had to do it to help you, i felt obliged to do so, I have no idea why.."Violia paused going into a thinking faze, remembering what had happened perviously. she then remembered his siter has slapped him, pretty hard. "Oh, hows your face, after you sister slapped you?" Violia suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, throwing the question at him all of a sudden. "Oh im sorry, im being impolite" she hugged her legs closer to herself again, hiding her face into her legs. "How come i cant read your mind? What is different about you from eveyone else?" Violia had looked up from her knees now, just remembering what she was, intended to ask him.

Food? Drink? Truthfully, he did want them. He hadn’t eaten in ages, and the mere thought of food made his mouth water.
But would it be impolite to accept the offer? He wasn’t some stray dog that went from doorstep to doorstep begging for scraps... He was above that, and he always will be. He would not completely forsake his pride for the sake of a more comfortable life, not like Lizzie had done.
Hesitantly, Ty nodded, scribbling a single word on his notepad.
Thanks.
She understood. Perhaps that was why she showed him such kindness… Either way, he appreciated it. It was rare, but welcome – this good treatment.
Then the girl spoke again, and Tyson glanced over at her, frowning slightly at her words. He nodded understandingly – his usually dull expression now showing a deep pity and empathy. He knew that feeling, and he felt sorry that she had to feel it, too. He knew it wasn’t pleasant…
Though he had never really minded.
Still, he felt bad for causing this girl to remember something painful. He wished he could take it back… But it was written in ink, every inch as irrevocable as a spoken word.
Ty was relieved when the girl went on, explaining something else, now. And in his relief, he was quite content to listen attentively.
The first thing he learned, was that the girl sitting before him was not human. Ty’s eyebrows shot up, and he blinked in surprise, then frowned in curious confusion – showing a larger reaction, and more expression, than he had in years.
Not human…?
Intrigued, Ty listened closely as she went on – actually leaning close to the edge of his seat in faint excitement to see through this window into a new world.
She had powers…
Could read thoughts…
Wait, what?!
Ty leaned back slightly, watching her cautiously. Had she read his mind?! He felt impure… Violated. The knowledge crashed over him with a wave of dizziness, overwhelming him and making him feel nauseated.
His thoughts were his, and his alone!
But wait- could she hear his thoughts now? If she could, well… Ty bit his lip nervously, suddenly feeling guilty for what had been going through his head. It seemed ungrateful.
Then again, why should he be concerned? Nothing ever concerned him.
Except that…
It was true. He liked to keep himself to himself… Of course something like this would bother him.
But then, to his great relief, he caught what the girl was saying next.
That she hadn’t been able to access his thoughts… Why? It didn’t matter. He didn’t care. As long as his secrets were safe, he was content.
Then the woman mentioned Lizzie, and Ty glanced quickly over at her. He paused a moment, then nodded carefully in response to her statement. It was horrible… But that was Lizzie’s business, not his. It did not involve him, therefore it did not concern him. Tyson remained perfectly silent and unresponsive, since nothing the girl had said really requested an answer.
What she said next, however, was a direct question. Holding it in his mind, Tyson reached up experimentally to touch his cheek. It felt hot and swollen to the touch, and pain lanced through him as he touched it. Lizzie had certainly mastered the art of slapping…
Ty gave a faint chuckle – the sound seeming terribly alien and unexpected coming from his silent lips – yet it gave the tiniest of hints toward the brilliant voice he hid.

It’s pretty sore He scribbled quickly, But she wasn’t thinking straight.

Tyson was not sure why he was making excuses for Lizzie. He ought not to care… But she was still his sister, after all. Tyson shook off his thoughts with a sigh, then quickly jotted down an answer to the girl’s final question.

I’m not sure.
I’m no different to anybody else, really.
We’re all human.

He paused, his pen hovering over the page, then added a final little note – bluntly stating his opinion, as usual.

Not you, though.
You’re pretty cool.

Ty gave the faintest of smiles – and the subtle gesture seemed to transform him into somebody else entirely. It enhanced a hidden handsomeness in his features that was seldom promoted, and brought out a little of the kind personality behind his protective walls. Something told him to trust this girl, but it scared him how rapidly he was allowing himself to relax and be himself, when he had so seldom done such things before…
It was strange.
But he supposed he didn’t mind… Maybe.