Jason Steele Eats Humans
My family kills people.
That's how it is.
Because that's what we are.
If we don't kill them.
If we don't eat them.
Eventually we will die.
But I can't accept that.
"Jason?" My mom said, as I helped her wash the dishes.
"Yeah?"
"How's school."
"Good."
"Are you sure? You've been missing a lot of your assignments recently."
Shit.
I forgot, I accidentally used my parent's email the day I made my campus account. This was back when I was eighteen.
"Ah. Well, maybe a little bit unwell, but nothing too major."
My mom set down the plate.
"You know I do not approve of the way you live your life."
I clenched my fist.
"Like you would understand my reasons, mom. What's wrong with wanting to live life as a person? You brought me here, didn't you? You let me go to school, didn't you? Dad let me hang out with these people and make friends. You both encouraged it."
My mom growled under her breath. A low, fierce, growling only something our kind could make.
"Do not mistake freedom with whatever you are doing now. In the end, you are what you are. You're not like them. Your father and I let you live your life because we understand the loneliness of living your life surrounded by humans. But eventually, you will have to give in. It is your biological need."
"I don't need this." I replied, as I ran up the steps.
"Jason!" My mom called out to me.
I panted, as I tried to get up the steps, but I ran out of breath.
My friend, Ronnie, had told me that my kind could survive till the age of twenty eight without consuming human flesh.
That was what I believed in, but he never mentioned the side effects that could happen before that.
One such side effect was my heavily reduced stamina.
It felt like I had asthma, whenever I exerted myself, my heart would feel like it was operating on overdrive. No matter how many times I went on a run, I would always be too lightheaded and dizzy to continue after fifteen minutes. Could it be I was just unfit? Maybe if I was human.
I went up the steps slowly, as I heard the door creak to my sister's room.
"Hey wimp." My sister said, as I noticed a human skull on her bed. She was nibbling at the ear. Her demonic form in plain view. She was only about five feet tall, but she was five feet of black shiny skin, spikes protruding from her back, her hair, black and wild and spiky going down her back and seating around her shoulders. Her bloodred eyes and demonic horns curling to the front of her jaws as she munched on the flesh. In the light of her room, her black, smoky aura and remnants of her demonic dark speed still in full view, making numerous mirages on her bed as if she had just used her speed to capture that poor guy that was now her late night snack.
I nearly fell on my back.
"HAHA! Pussy! What a sorry excuse for an older brother!" My sister jeered at me, as I stumbled out of the way to my room.
Allison "Ally" Steele, by the way. Aged twenty.
Ally, like me, was born looking like a human, but over time, she unlocked her demonic transformation at the age of thirteen when she was bullied by her classmates. I found it unacceptable that day when I found out my lil sis was being bullied and wanted to step in, and I actually was about to. Hiding in the trees, watching my sister get beat up by the mean girls.
But the moment I emerged, my dad appeared out of nowhere, in his demonic form; a hulking monster with bull like horns and flaming orange eye trails similar to a minotaur, slammed me into the ground. He told me that the physical bullying was what my sister needed.
And he was right. Because the moment my sister was pushed into oncoming traffic, the horror activated her defense mechanism.
And I watched my sister undergo her transformation for the first time, her hair turning wild and spiky, growing longer until it reached her waist, her demonic face complimented by fangs and curly horns similar to a goat, as she snarled at her bullies and killed them with her claws. All that training from dad, all that martial arts, suddenly awakening through a series of savage yet structured claw swipes. She then ate their corpses in front of me.
Mom and Dad were completely fine with the fact that their daughter had committed murder. They had a family friend act as the lawyer and chalk the whole thing up to a wild animal attack, obviously bullshitted, of course. But we then had her transferred to another school, where my sister would kidnap classmates and eat them.
By the time I got to my room, I collapsed on the bed.
Drama always made me feel nauseous. And every night was always drama when Mom or Dad mentioned about my lifestyle.
Every day I felt weaker and more unstable.
I knew that.
I just didn't know how it ended between the two of us. So talking to you... it made me hesitate a bit, you know?
My heart hurt as I clenched my teeth.
I heard my phone vibrate, as I rushed to it.
Was it her? I had finally mustered the courage to send her a text, but nope.
I made a disappointed face.
Yo. Jace. Wanna VC tonight?
"Ronnie..." I grumbled, as I opened my FacePage and hit him up.
"Bro... you look like shit." Ronnie said, as he chuckled.
"Shut up, dude." I replied, as I cracked open a soda and drank it.
"Bro did you ask her out already?"
"No, Ronnie. I didn't."
"DUDE. Seriously? It's your last year, hell, it's your last month in this degree. Once you graduate you're gonna be working a white collar job. Your love life is gonna be over."
"Thanks, Ronnie for being real supportive."
"I'm just trying to help you out man. It worked for me. I asked Jill out and now we're dating. On the last day of class too."
Easy for him to say. They were both living next door. She happened to be new to town. Everything was set up for them. But for me... she was already popular. Always was.
I rolled my eyes, as I glanced at the cheese sandwich I bought from the convenience store.
I took it out of the wrapper and munched on it.
It tasted terrible.
Like all foods. I always had to force it into my stomach.
But it was this... or...
I remembered watching my Dad cut apart the bodies of victims had had caught on his way home from work, extracting the meat for dinner.
A wave of nausea washed over me.
"Ronnie, you gonna help me for my final exam? It's coming up real soon."
"Ah, nah I can't bro. I have to hang out with my girlfriend."
"..."
"Bro I can't just ignore my girlfriend. That's not how relationships work."
"You said we would study together. You know I'm struggling real bad with class."
"Then just read the lecture slides."
"Dude! I've been doing that since-"
Connection Cut.
I stared at the frozen picture of Ronnie picking his nose.
"Daaaaaaaad! The connection went out! Go kill the landlord's wife or something!" I heard my sister shout from next door.
"Ally! We talked about this! Killing is for food only!" My dad bellowed from the top floor.
I sighed, as I went back and checked my phone.
Elaine had never messaged me back.
After all that talk on that last day of class about she never spoke to me because she was just unsure how it had "ended between us". So I forced the narrative that I was okay with it and that there was nothing bad between us. When I had friended her on FacePage, she had replied.
But now...
It was back on the ghost train.
I should have moved on from her, but it's hard to explain. When I have so much history with her over the past three years.
The phone vibrated again, as I checked it.
Voice call? Your internet sucks right. Ronnie texted me.
I pretended to growl at the phone screen. Pretending my demonic form was unlocked, which obviously it wasn't. Thank god.
"Yo. What's up shithead." Ronnie's voice boomed from my headphones.
"What do you want, shithead." I replied.
Banter was funny.
"Bro, I was at the library, and I found another book on the Anakals."
"What is your obsession with my- those things anyway?"
"What's there not to be obsessed with, Jace? Dark warriors. Ancient demonic beasts who fought like warriors but battled with a rage filled style. Their armor. The fact that each one has a special ability. The weapons could be different. Dude, lemme turn on my camera."
Ronnie turned on his webcam and showed me a page from the book.
"This one, it's wielding a giant waraxe! And his armor, a huge black arm guard. And his eyes, just red and bloodlusted. It's just so badass. The whole dark warrior theme."
My eye twitched in annoyance.
"Bro, also, I was studying up on their biology. You know Anakals are actually born human? That's insane. It's only through some kind of major trauma do their powers awaken."
"Oh wow. Great to know." I grumbled.
"If an Anakal doesn't awaken their transformation, they actually die. Damn. That's intense. Makes me think. Are Anakals basically like ancient demonic Spartans? Bloodlusted monsters from hell bred for battle?"
Not exactly...
We're people too. It's just... we need to eat humans to live. Properly, that is.
"I actually made a mistake. They don't die right away." Ronnie said, as he continued flipping the pages.
"They actually wither away. Crazy isn't it? They lose their strength every day they don't eat human meat. Nausea. Pain. Cramps. Emotional instability. Mental instability. If it isn't the physical pain, it's the emotional pain that eventually forces them to unlock it. That's insane bro. Must have been like something they evolved to get, so they would transform no matter what."
I was silent for a few seconds.
"You're staring at your messages, aren't you."
"No."
"Cap to the max, Jace."
"Shut up."
That night, Elaine never responded to my texts. Normally, this would have been an aw man, what a bummer moment. Maybe a guy would be depressed that their crush literally aired them. That's a normal thing.
But it wasn't for me, really.
I couldn't tell if I was just ultra sensitive, or if it was the aftereffects of denying my Anakal blood.
I was becoming more and more emotional each day. And it really messed with my mental health.
I went down the steps to the living room. Mom had already packed things up.
I opened the door, and went outside.
Maybe fresh air would take my mind off things with Elaine.
I walked down the street in the night sky. I wished my special Anakal ability was to know what Elaine was feeling. Did she find me creepy? Was she uninterested in me?
I just... couldn't tell.
All those times she was so friendly to me, was it all an act?
My mind continued shifting from one negative thought to another, then finally.
Well Jace. Looks like we're the only single guys out of the whole squad.
I remembered Ronnie putting an arm around me.
It was always a joke we had. Well, it was a joke that he always made.
And I was always okay with it because it seemed like I wasn't alone.
But ever since Ronnie had started dating, it was like I didn't exist to him.
He stopped cracking those jokes and as if never acknowledging the fact that he even made them in the first place.
Why was it so easy for Ronnie? And so hard for me?
She didn't even know I was an Anakal.
And this entire time, my heart continued hurting. Fresh air didn't do anything for it.
If I had revealed to everybody that I was a monster, at least there would have been a reason to be rejected. Honestly.
But even as a human, I wasn't accepted.
Imagine what would happen if they knew.
"Help me... help..." A voice startled me in the darkness, as I stood still.
Some middle aged man, sprawled on the ground. He was missing a leg.
I threw up in my mouth.
"Young man... please... please help me..."
I heard a low growling.
The bellowing grumble which had to belong to a very large beast.
No.
Not a beast.
"Dad?" I said, casually, but stopped.
Wait.
That couldn't be Dad. He was at home.
He only went out on hunts after work.
A large beast emerged from the bushes. He had four horns and had very ancient black armor cladding his body. His arms looked like they were equipped with very large blades.
"Oh? What's this?" The Anakal grumbled.
This Anakal was not my father.
I stumbled back in surprise, as the Anakal picked up the man and licked his lips.
"Fear. I love it when prey is afraid. They release such succulent juices when I bite down."
The man let loose blood curdling cries.
"NO! NO PLEASE! DON'T! I BE-"
CHOMP.
The man's body went slack as the Anakal chomped down on the man's head in front of me. I held back a scream, frozen in terror, as I watched the bigger Anakal finish off eating the prey.
Then he turned to me.
"Another human? No. You..."
I managed to get a few gasps from my panicked breathing.
"Y- Yeah... I'm an Anakal too. I'm one of you. I uh... I didn't think there would be more of us."
The Anakal tilted his head.
"Is that so?"
"Y- Yes?"
The Anakal suddenly smiled sinisterly, and rushed forward, impaling me with one of his arm blades.
Pain exploded in my body as I vomited blood, my eyes wide in surprise, and disbelief.
"Idiot boy. Are you sure you are an Anakal? Did your father not teach you anything about how we live?"
"Wha- Why..." My voice left me.
Everything felt surreal.
Was I...
Was I really...
I looked down at the massive arm blade that had sprouted from my t-shirt.
It hurt so much. I felt like throwing up and passing out.
But my adrenaline was keeping me awake.
The Anakal lifted me into the air as I began kicking my feet. Terror paralyzing me.
"You are trespassing on my territory. BOY." The Anakal sneered.
No...
I forgot what Dad had told me. When I had asked him why we never saw others of our kind. Why we were always surrounded by humans but never other Anakals.
Son. In time you will understand. But in time, I also wish that you never encounter another. For we are an extremely territorial species.
I had dismissed his advice. I always dismissed Mom and Dad's advice. Because I thought I wouldn't ever run into another of my kind. After all. I was always surrounded by humans. I might as well live as one.
But now...
I closed my eyes. I was losing consciousness.
"Why do you not transform, little Anakal? Or are you too petrified by an Alpha?" The Anakal chuckled, flinging me around as I screamed in agony.
I slammed into the ground, cracking the pavement as I felt a jolt run across my my body.
I couldn't move.
The dark figure of the towering Anakal, with his dark aura and mirage bending dark speed in full view. His arm blades, sprouting from his elbows and running down his arms elegantly. Covered in my blood.
I needed to transform. Otherwise I would die.
I had to.
It's only through some kind of major trauma do their powers awaken.
I was about to fricking die! Was that not enough trauma?!
Ally only needed physical bullying to unlock hers.
Why...
I clenched my teeth and roared at the sky, trying to summon some inside power. But there was nothing.
The Anakal tilted his head.
"Can you not transform, boy?"
My eyes widened, as the Anakal picked me up by the neck, laughing sinisterly.
"Do you know what our tribe calls Anakals like you? Strays. Because you are stray little boys who don't know any better than to trespass on alpha territory. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I'm not so nice. Maybe you were born unlucky that you ended up tussling with someone like me. I'm going to enjoy picking you apart."
Why...
As a twenty five year old...
"I asked her out first. She said yes, we both like each other." Ronnie told me.
This was the night he had dismissed my request to study together.
Ronnie had been dating from day one behind my back.
It was so easy for him. He didn't even know her for a month and they started dating.
Why was it so easy for everyone else.
Whether it's too find someone who loved them.
Or to achieve their goals.
Why is it so easy for them...
I screamed in agony as the Anakal broke my arm.
But I wasn't transforming.
Why is it so easy for them...
The Anakal dropped me face first into the cement and stomped on the back of my head.
...but so hard for me?
Tears leaked down from the sides of my cheeks.
Why can't I...
Succeed too?
"RRRRGHHHHAAAAAAHH!!!" I screamed, trying to force my transformation.
Ally was able to transform at 13.
Dad was able to transform from one duel with another Anakal when he was 15.
Mom was able to transform, a prodigy at the age of 8.
I was the odd one out.
And I knew why.
I had lied when I said I wanted to live a human life.
And reject my Anakal side.
The truth was...
The truth was I believed I didn't have what it took to be an Anakal. To be those dark warriors in folklore.
An Anakal who hasn't unlocked their demon form is only allowed to consume human meat once they are 18 years of age due to developing organs. During this time, they are expected to unlock their transformation early to begin feeding on human flesh, which is the only way one could feast without getting sick.
When I was 8, my Mom let me play alone to see if I could transform. I stuck a fork into the power socket and nearly got electrocuted to death. I didn't transform.
When I was 15, several hoodlums pulled me into an alleyway and beat the shit out of me so they could be initiated into a gang. I never transformed.
My parents were hopeful.
At 16. At 17.
But I continued failing and letting them down.
And when I hit 18, I gave up. I straight up told them I couldn't do it. I had watched Ally transform at 13, when I, at 18, couldn't do it.
My Mom told me to eat the flesh she had prepared, since I was now of age to eat it, but I refused.
She had slapped me that day when I told her I would live my life a human.
And I continued this lifestyle, for seven years.
My body would wither away.
Getting weaker.
My mental health, my physical health, both would get worse over the years.
But I didn't care.
No point.
I would always be a failure.
But now...
The Anakal stopped tormenting me as I stared at the distance. My blood making a mess on the pavement and the nearby trees.
My lower lip quivering.
Please...
I'm... I'm about to die.
Please...
I need to transform.
I'm sorry for saying I wasn't interested in the Anakal way of life.
Please...
I'm so sorry for being a failure but...
I need to transform... please let me transform.
"I've had my fun. Enjoy the afterlife, kid." The Anakal said, as he raised his armblade.
"Orion. That is enough." A familiar voice said, as I heard a clash. Orion skidded backwards as a large minotaur like beast stood before me, blocking him off.
"Zion. Is this your offspring?"
"Do not call me that. My name is Henry Steele to these people, and to my son."
"Once an Alpha Anakal. Always an Alpha Anakal, Zion. Your child was trespassing on MY TERRITORY. Did you teach this Anakal failure nothing of our ways?!"
Orion charged again, but Dad swung his sword, clashing with the other Alpha Anakal with frightening speed and force.
"Keep your hands away from my SON!" Dad growled, as the two Anakals exchanged sword and arm blade slashes.
I tried to crawl away, but I was losing too much blood.
Orion tried to slash from the side, but Dad dodged and launched a kick, roaring in defiance.
Dad then turned to me.
"Son, feast on the body. You're in critical condition!"
"I..." I gasped, as I stared at the decapitated corpse of the human being who was begging me for help. It was like I could still hear his voice.
I couldn't eat that thing... I...
"JASON STEELE." Dad growled from his ancient Anakal form, as I jumped.
"No one can help you, unless you choose to help yourself! Do you wish to live? Or do you wish to die? That choice is yours alone!"
I closed my eyes, as I crawled to the body. My inner Anakal senses drawing me closer to the mangled flesh. Overriding my nausea.
It looked good.
I wanted it.
I needed it.
I had to eat it.
My body craved it.
I grabbed the flesh and hovered my mouth over it, but suddenly, I heard a devastating crunch. I turned around, in disbelief. As I watched Orion impale my father with one of his arm blades.
"DAD!" I screamed, but Dad roared, his body charging up.
"Foolish Orion. You lecture me about teaching my son, yet here you are, not learning your lesson from the last time we fought!"
Orion struggled, as the energy continued building up.
"Your damn Unleashed Rage ability! Let go of me!"
Dad grabbed Orion and yelled, as a massive orange explosion of rage was unleashed from his body, decimating Orion and sending him hurtling into a bunch of trees. Knocking him out unconscious.
I was losing consciousness, as my Dad, still in his demonic Anakal form, knelt down and pressed his hand on my chest, healing me. I could tell he already knew I wimped out of eating the corpse and decided to heal me himself.
"I can... walk..." I muttered.
"No, you cannot." Dad picked me up, as we made our way back home.
Our walk back was silent and awkward.
"Am I getting a lecture when I get back?"
"We're going to have a talk now."
My heart skipped a beat.
"I... I'm sorry! I mean it. I forgot about the whole territory thing. I... I..."
"Territory aside. I am very disappointed in you."
My heart sunk.
Of course I was just a disappointment to Dad. If even my little sister was stronger than me.
"I tried to transform. But I failed. But... even when I was younger, I always failed. I failed and failed."
"That isn't the reason why I am disappointed, Jason."
"Why then? Since Day One, I've always disappointed everyone in this family... and I never know what I can do about it."
"Jason, you are a twenty five year old man. You are a full adult. Yet you still are so reliant on us."
I paused, as Dad continued holding me in his Anakal form.
"Your mother and I never gave up on you, Jason. We were always hoping you would unlock your form. Your mother always wondered what your form would be. She was a dragonoid claw type. I was a taurus sword type. Your sister was a frenzy claw type. Orion, the Anakal you met, was a wolverine arm blade type. We were always waiting. No matter how many times you tried. We were always supportive."
Dad sighed.
"But what made us disappointed, was the fact that you gave up. Just because your little sister transformed before you did. The littlest thing made you give up and reject who you were. That hurt your mother a lot. And it hurt me a lot too. And from there, you refused to heed our advice. All those studies we gave you on Anakal martial arts. You would only learn the minimal and play videogames instead. And now you almost got yourself killed because you forgot one of the most important lessons we gave you about Anakal territory. Even if you never unlock your Anakal form, Jason, I will always love you, and so will your mother. Because you are our son. But what we cannot tolerate, is you throwing your life away by not listening to us. We cannot tolerate that at all."
Elaine
I sat next to Ronnie in class.
"Bro, check out this Anakal."
I looked over, and nearly gasped out loud.
"Orion the Ripper. Bro. That's insane. Says here according to legend, he was one of the Ancient Alpha Anakals. One of the warrior types who battled the Knights of the First Light. Insane dude. In combat ability he was one of the fiercest Anakals in existence."
He was fierce all right.
Lol.
But while I ignored most of what Mom and Dad taught me, I did remember a lot of it. Not once did they mention the Alpha Anakal.
"Ronnie, what's an Alpha Anakal exactly?"
"Huh? Oh... well, actually I have no idea. I'm guessing Anakals are like, divided into different kinds. After all, they are tribe based. The Alpha Anakal Tribe, basically are the elites. They're kinda like the frontline soldiers in their war against the Knights."
That I remembered.
In the olden days, back before humans pretty much made up most of the world, Anakals and the Knights were at war.
The reason they were called Knights of the First Light, was, well, they were basically the First Light's knights. I know. Shocker.
The First Light was the progenitor of the angels. That's all we knew. The angels in heaven then had some big celestial conflict with Lucifer and whatnot, and whatever angels that had fallen to earth became demons. It would then be angels vs. demons.
And since it was a war, there would inevitably be casualties on both sides.
Fallen demons would inhabit a physical form on earth. These would later become Anakals.
As for the angels...
They would inhabit their physical forms... and be known as the Knights, Knights who still acknowledged their origins from the First Light.
Bound to mortality, both factions would need to incorporate a human body, and can only access their power through their respective transformations.
I knew (well now I did) that Anakals were still around, but I had no idea if the Knights were. Dad had once told me that their presence would only be around should there be a major divine conflict or event. So usually I didn't have to worry.
"Anyway. Yeah. Scary shit. Orion the Ripper. There's also Sariel the Reaper. She's hot. Also she's one of the deadliest Alphas in history."
Ronnie showed me a page of an Anakal who had a very curvaceous body, she was wielding a massive scythe.
I stared at him.
"You know you're getting a hard-on for a monster, right?"
"Hey. I'm a simple man. Look at that."
I lost concentration, as I found myself staring at Elaine, who was chatting with her friends.
"Bro, if you're not gonna make a move, she's gonna be taken, you know."
"I know."
"Why do you even like her in the first place? It's pretty obvious your feelings aren't doing your health any justice."
Why did I like her so much?
She wasn't the most attractive.
She wasn't the smartest.
She wasn't the most skilled in our class.
But that wasn't it.
I liked her because she was a ray of sunshine.
She was kind to everyone.
Every time she was around it lifted me up.
To the point where if she was ever sad I would do everything in my power to make her happy again or at least be there for her.
I wanted that.
My family.
What I was.
We were darkness.
We were mortalized demons.
Anakals.
I wanted her light to reach me, and whenever she said hi to me and we did things together, my day always felt brighter. I felt happy.
That was the kind of life I wanted.
A life with her where I wouldn't go through the darkness of my heritage.
Truth be told, when I first met her, I actually found her annoying.
And the first thing that came to mind was, there would be absolutely no way I would fall for her.
She was always optimistic, and I didn't like that. As a pessimist.
But over time, she began to influence me more and more.
Every little thing she did made her a direct contrast to me.
And when she went out of her way to help me with schoolwork, when I was the only one in our project group struggling, the way she was so patient with me and everything...
You could say she grew on me.
But I guess the converse wasn't true.
And on the last day of class, I wanted to keep in touch with her, but she ended up ghosting me out of the blue.
Instead of moving on, I dedicated my next two years to try to become more optimistic, to learn to pretend everything was okay and to put on a fake smile.
I recognized my lack of resolve, so I thought if I could keep trying for this potential relationship it would work.
And here I was today.
The chances dwindling down.
It kind of feels like I've become in too deep to give up now. It's the history that keeps me wanting to be with her, I guess.
Class ended, and I wanted to talk to Elaine, but some bald dude began striking conversation with her.
I left the lecture hall and walked down the street back home.
Defeat.
Also, Ronnie had ditched me for his girlfriend again. So I had to study for my final exam all on my own again. I had barely passed the midterms, with a 50%. If I failed this final, it was game over for me.
Suddenly my phone vibrated.
"Hm?" I asked, as I pulled out my device and popped open FacePage.
My heart began beating faster.
Elaine had responded to my text.
Hey. Thanks for the birthday wishes. I appreciate it.
I paused.
Was that...
A win?
She sounded so uninterested...
I went out of my way to send her that text, and even attached a card and everything. With everything that I figured she liked.
My heart sank.
No way...
After all that buildup...
Suddenly, my body went on high alert. What was that feeling?
All the hairs on my body stood on end, as if my senses had been dialed to eleven.
I never felt like this before.
I turned around to the source of that tingling in the back of my head, and watched as the sun deck of a house started to collapse. An old woman was right underneath. My eyes went wide.
And before I knew it, my body had reacted on its own, blasting forward with speed I never knew before.
I blinked, and found myself between the grandma and the collapsing deck.
I had stopped it from falling with one hand.
The grandma raised her eyebrows.
"What a strong young lad! Thank you!"
"I... uh..."
"Now what was I doing again?" The grandma muttered, as she hobbled outside as if completely oblivious to the fact that her house had literally just collapsed and almost killed her.
I stared at my hand, which was still holding up the debris.
What...
How...
I pushed the debris out of the way with my newfound superhuman strength and stared at my hands.
"Did I do this...?" My voice left me.
I turned back to the grandma.
"Hey... I think you should probably call the cops or something. Your house almost collapsed!"
"Ah... yes. That certainly is quite important. Thank you young lad!"
I walked away awkwardly, waving the granny goodbye, as I made my way to my house.
I began to run, faster and faster, until my legs began to create mirages. Seemingly warping space around me like a black hole as a black trail and black aura covered me. I rushed to the house and swung open the door.
My powers had unlocked.
"MOM!" I shouted, as I found Ally munching on a human thigh sandwich.
"Ugh. It's you." Ally grumbled, as she chomped down on the flesh.
"Where's Mom? I have something important to tell her."
"Can I take a message?"
"Wow, Ally. Seriously?"
"Unless it's you transformed, no one cares."
I clenched my fists.
If I could exhibit Anakal strength and its dark speed. I had to have unlocked my transformation. I had to.
I summoned as much power from inside, well, if I had any to begin with.
But nothing.
"HAHAHA! WHAT A LOSER!" Ally pointed at me and began laughing.
"It's not funny! I unlocked my super strength and dark speed. That counts for something! It's a good start."
Ally raised an eyebrow, as she got off her chair and went up to me.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Then dodge."
"Dodge wha-"
Ally pushed me with incredible force as I smashed through the window and crashed into the lawn outside. Thank god we had high fences and everybody in the neighborhood spent their days indoors.
"Everybody has super strength and dark speed. That's like... literally the prerequisite for a pre-teen Anakal. It's not something to brag about, loser."
I got to my feet and gritted my teeth.
"Oh, so we're gonna fight then?"
Ally laughed.
"I don't even need my transformation to kick your ass, Jacy."
I stepped forward and tried to grab Ally, but she zipped away with her own dark speed. I tried to chase her down, but Ally was way more skilled than me, then launched an uppercut at my chest, throwing me into the air.
"Nice powers, Jace."
Ally kicked me as I slammed into the ground. I tried to swing, but Ally caught my strike then back kicked me as I skidded.
Ally then rushed forward and punched me with a vicious combo as I fell to my knees.
"Rip. What a let down." Ally chuckled, as she crossed her arms.
I wiped my bloodied nose, as I felt something inside me boil.
Suddenly, my calves flexed, and I jolted to her position before she could even react. Ally's eyes went wide.
"Did you get faster-"
I reeled my fist back, but before I could swing, my fist was intercepted by a familiar dragon wing.
"What in the world are you two doing?!" Mom exclaimed, as she picked Ally up with one arm and grabbed my ear with her other hand.
"Mooooommmm! It's not what it looks like! I swear!" Ally began kicking, but Mom literally did not care.
"Because of you two fighting, now I have to call someone to fix the window. This will be taken out of your allowance, Ally."
"WHAT?!" Ally shrieked.
"Did you believe I would think it would be Jason who would have the strength to do this? Just because your big brother is weaker than you does not give you an excuse to bully or harass him, Allison Steele. Unacceptable."
Ally was sentenced to a week grounding in her room. Which she obviously wasn't too thrilled about.
But the moment Ally went up the steps and we heard the slam of the door to her room, my mom turned to me.
"How do you feel, Jason?"
"What?"
"Your powers have partially awakened, yes?"
I stared at her.
"How did..."
Mom put a hand to her ear.
"Do you not remember your own mom's abilities?"
Superhearing. Right. I forgot.
I sat down on the couch next to Mom.
"Was it from last night?"
I scratched my head.
"I... I don't think so? When Orion attacked me, I tried to awaken my powers but it didn't work."
Mom regarded me intently.
"Our transformations usually manifest from intense turmoil. And it will always manifest the entire way through."
"What does a partial manifestation mean?"
My mom crossed her legs.
"Was it Elaine?"
My ears went red.
"Mom!"
Mom laughed.
"Jason... you do know I raised you since you were just this small."
My mom made a tiny gesture.
"Ever since you started to learn to talk and walk, I've taken care of you. Do you really think I don't know how you tick?"
I sighed, as I pulled out my phone.
"I... I don't know. Anymore."
My mom leaned in and took a look at the texts.
"Aww, you wished her happy birthday, that's so sweet of you."
"That's the thing... after everything we had been through. She had been so nice to me all those years ago, helping me unconditionally. She was always so kind and optimistic and nice. So... to see her text me like that..."
"It seems out of character for her." My mom deduced.
I leaned back in the couch.
"What will you do now, Jason?" Mom asked.
"I don't know."
"Are you going to give up on her?"
"No."
My mom laid her hand on mine.
"You should try giving her flowers."
"Does that work?"
"Doesn't hurt to try. It worked on me with your father."
I got up from the couch. A rush of motivation coursing through me.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Your welcome, honey."
The next day, I went to the florist and bought a ton of flowers.
"Who's the lucky girl?" The old lady behind the register said.
"A beam of sunshine. Hopefully." I replied with a smile.
You could say I was the happiest demon boy ever to stroll down the campus.
A bunch of people were giving me strange looks, but I tended to get tunnel vision when it came to things like this.
All that was going through my mind was Elaine.
"Bro. That's corny." Ronnie said, as he stared at the flowers in my hand.
"I'm gonna give it to her."
"Please don't do that."
"Why not?"
Ronnie looked disappointed, but you could say I was naïve. As stupid as a dude who had never really experienced love would be, as I went up to her and gave her the gift.
"Thanks." Elaine said.
We stood awkwardly for a few minutes.
Did...
Did I mess it up somehow?
"Am I making this awkward?" I asked.
Elaine scowled.
My heart stopped.
Elaine never scowls.
Elaine was always... she was always polite and kind... this wasn't Elaine...
Memories of our time together filled my head in that split second.
From the first day she had introduced herself.
She was always so kind to me. Even when I pushed her away with my pretend cold exterior, she always checked up on me and was so friendly.
She put up with it, every single time.
Hey Jace! I remembered her waving at me.
Why would I just ignore you? You are an amazing, beautiful person. Smile a bit, Jason!
Jason, you're not awkward, don't say that. I appreciate you in this world.
All those times.
Every single time...
"Jason, I wasn't expecting you to give me this much." Elaine said, coldly.
I stared at her in complete disbelief, as Elaine handed the flowers back to me. I took a step back.
She didn't even say goodbye, as she turned around and left.
I stood awkwardly on campus with a bunch of people looking at me uncomfortably.
I turned around to find Ronnie, but Ronnie had already left. His arm was around his girlfriend, Jill, as they walked off and left me all alone.
I arrived home to be greeted by Dad and Ally.
"Ummm, what are you guys doing here?"
"We're going on a hunt. You are coming along, Jason." Dad said.
I stared at him.
"Me? I don't even have my transformation."
"But you have partially manifested. It's time to take what you have learned to practice."
"Oh... nah, I don't really feel like going. Rough day tod-"
Suddenly, my Dad transformed, getting larger and larger until he was seven feet tall in his minotaur like form.
"Non-negotiable."
Hunting humans was disgusting.
My sister obviously enjoyed it. Chasing them down in her feral beast like form, slashing and cutting wildly while Dad slashed and cut humans who were trying to escape in the woods.
"The beasts of the wood are especially hostile to our kind. The humans are easy to capture, but the beasts who remain hidden from their sight are much more combat proficient." Dad said, as we regrouped near a pond.
Ally was munching on her "finds".
"You're not supposed to eat your prey right away. You're supposed to save some for the rest of us so Mom can prepare it." I grumbled.
Ally glanced at me.
"You're one to talk."
Keeping up with them as a human felt so out of place. Considering both of them were in their demonic forms. I felt pretty left out. But regardless, I still aided in their hunts.
"NO! NO PLEASE!" A man begged, as he stumbled away from my Dad.
My Dad said nothing, as he approached him.
"Barricade." His deep voice grumbled.
I sighed as I stood in front of the man.
"Oh god! Another human! Please, please run. We need to get out of here!" The man panted.
I felt like I was gonna be sick.
I looked away.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Do you have a death wish or something? I'm not crazy, I swear, there's some sinister... devil with a big sword behind me! You have to-"
I lifted my fist, looking at the man. My face pale.
This was wrong.
This was so very wrong.
"S- Sorry. I'm so sorry..." I whispered.
"Sorry? What do you mean sorr-"
I smashed my fist against the side of a tree, as the whole trunk toppled over onto the man, pinning him to the ground.
"No... NO!!!" The man screamed at me as I put my hands to my ears, closing my eyes and walking away.
I could still hear the footsteps of my Dad as he approached the man and the squelch of the man's head being decapitated.
My Dad approached me, as my sister leapt from tree trunk after tree trunk with a head of another victim in her mouth.
"Good work, Jason. Slowly but surely. You will begin to understand that this is necessary for our survival."
I gritted my teeth.
"But Jacy didn't even do anything. All he did was use the Anakal strength to knock over trees to make barricades. He never killed once." Ally joked.
Dad shot her a glare.
"Er I mean good job Jason! Even if you are the weakest link in this operation."
"Everyone learns at their own pace. I am proud of you, Jas-"
Dad was suddenly cut off, by a low grumbling sound. It definitely didn't sound like an Anakal.
"Was that one of the beasts you warned us about, Dad?" I asked.
Dad put a hand between us and the source of the sound.
"No. This... this is no wood beast."
Leaves began to russle.
"Jacy, we need to get out of here. Let Dad handle that thing." Ally said.
"What do you mean? If all three of us are here, we can-"
Suddenly, the beast leapt before any of us, even Dad could react, as it pounced on me.
My eyes went wide as I looked it dead center. It looked like a werewolf, but on rabies or something.
It was barking wildly and trying to bite down on me, but I brought my arm up and blocked his bite. My blood was frozen.
"Dad! It's on Jason! It's on Jacy!" Ally said, as she leapt at the beast, her claws reeled back, but the beast snarled and turned around, using its head to knock her into a tree.
Then it pounced, overwhelming my sister.
I had never encountered a monster that was strong enough to overwhelm an Anakal before, but before I could do anything, Dad swung his sword, cutting the creature in two.
