Chapter 1:
A scream sets the busy streets of London into disarray. The loud sound of a car engine working on full-power filled the air as a dusty Ford Focus barged through the pavement, running many pedestrians over. Suddenly, a tall, muscular teenager in a black outfit stepped in front of the car. The outfit had a scale pattern on it and his face had two slashes of what looked like black paint. Each slash went from one side of his face and finished after covering his eyes. At his left thigh was a purple sword, shaped similar to a samurai sword, but strangely glowing. The boy opened his eyes as the car sped up towards him. The teen’s eyes were a golden yellow with slitted pupils.
The car kept coming at him. The driver saw him as nothing but just another victim. That was until a loud “SMASH” resonated in the surrounding area. The car’s rear was lifted into the air, with the wheels still spinning extremely fast, while the front bumper was held down by the teen’s leg. The driver stared into the teen’s eyes in horror, a sadistic smile was the response he got. Suddenly, a woman ran up to the car and smashed the car window, before unlocking it and forcefully pulling the driver out. The supernatural boy stared at her, whilst still having his leg on the front bumper. She had black, long, French Girl-styled hair and beautiful grey eyes.
The boy lifted his leg from the car’s bumper, causing the car’s rear to fall back down. The woman had the driver pinned to the pavement as she put handcuffs on him. She used a radio transmitter and notified her police associates. She turned to the boy, who was still standing behind her.
“You’re lucky I was passing by,” The lady said. “I wonder how long you’d’ve stood there with your leg on the car.”
“I’m surprised how you’re not asking me how the hell I managed to do that.” The boy stated.
“I don’t think I’d like to know.”
“In case you’re curious, my name’s Dragon Noir, madam.” Dragon leaned over and kiss the lady’s hand.
“Jane Silvester, nice to meet you, Mr Noir.” She said, saying his name almost mockingly. “What’s with that paint on your face?”
“That’s not paint; they’re scales.” Jane raised an eyebrow. Dragon smiled pervertedly. “You can have a feel, if you li-” Jane laid a clean slap on Dragon’s cheek, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain - or he was good at hiding it. His head didn’t even turn. He simply looked her in the eyes. “You’ll have to slap harder than that to even make my head move, let alone make me feel any pain.”
“Well that’s impressive. I wonder how much steroids you had to take to get into this shape.”
“Absolutely none.” Dragon flexed his bicep and winked. “These are 100% natural muscles, wanna touch-” Another slap. This time, ten times harder, Dragon only gave a quiet chuckle. “You’re getting better, but it’s still not enough. Try harder next time.” Dragon moved away from her as a pair of huge black wings extended from his back. With one mighty flap, he was gone. Jane gazed after him in wonder.
This boy… She thought. How does he do this?
“Dragon, you fucking knob, what did I tell you about interacting with civilians?!” Fox yelled at him. Dragon fell to his knees.
“Sorry Fox… She was so pretty though…” Fox smashed her fist in his face.
“That doesn’t matter! Besides, I’m pretty!! Compliment me!!” Dragon looked up at her and tilted his head.
“What is there to compliment?” The loud slap resounded in the large flat apartment. Oh, did you actually think I was going to make them live in some awesome futuristic base with tons of highly advanced technology? Pff.
“Ouch…” Dragon moaned. Fox sat back onto her double bed, her large fluffy tail curled onto her lap. Fox work opaque black tights, along with a short orange and white skirt. Her chest and shoulders were clothed by a darker orange and white skin-tight suit. Her arms had brown long gloves on, which lasted until the elbows. Her eyes were a burning amber and her long hair was dark brown.
“Dragon, tell me honestly,” Fox said. “Did you really fall in love with her?”
“Pff,” Dragon sat down next to her. “Me? Fall in love? Never!” Fox raised her eyebrow. Dragon sighed. “I don’t know what love is, let alone can I feel it.”
“Dragon, I understand how you’re feeling. You were abused by your parents for five years straight and you were sent to some messed up asylum where the scientists turned you into this, but c’mon; you’ve got to start living!” Suddenly, Fox’s eyes widened with genius. “I have an idea! I’ll invite two friends of mine and we’ll have a party! Maybe we could even find you someone you can love!”
“Fox, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. Love isn’t something you find on Google. Besides, you really don’t have to do this.”
“I know. That’s what makes me such a good friend.” Dragon smiled, exposing his sharp fangs. He never really does that, unless he truly likes somebody.
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