Well, technically, I had not truly left. Who could miss the shocked expression on Ariel’s face when I disappeared? Priceless. Anyway, my exceptional powers also allowed me to disappear off the first plane of view. Disappearing act; I’d like to call it.

Back on track. I had “disappeared,” and ran off to my house.

The sky was clear, so weather did not slow me down as I tried to escape the horrid life I had here in Quiten. Grabbing some of my things, I found a picture of my father, with my family. A flash of rage passed my eyes. I snapped my fingers, and the picture incinerated.

I packed some clothing, the money I had left and some other stuff. While I was looking for all that, a box came into view. Smiling slightly, I opened it, and out came a dark crystal necklace. Dark crystals, I read off the box, Have a dark force trapped within the structure of the rock. No one truly knows what powers reside within them.

Staring at the gem, I swore the blackness moved around a bit, like clouds on a stormy day. Before I had finished admiring it though, I heard the door close. Oh dammit, I thought, and disappeared once more. I was heading for the door, when I remembered the stack of money my mother always kept in her room.

I ran up to her room and took ten wades of cash. She can spare the changer, I thought, Especially with her rich new boyfriend.Just then, my mom started to run up the stairs, probably discovering the front door wide open. I quickly stuffed the money in my pockets.

When my mother came to her room, all that was left was an open window.

Erasing the boy Rolin was easy. Quite simple, actually. All it took was a face lift, and a haircut. I had stepped out of the hair salon as Damon, the unknown nobody. Or so I hoped.

Strolling along Kerning City in the evening, I stocked up on some supplies. In supplies I mean stuff like: clothing, food, stars, arrows…and yes, the inevitable toilet paper. I slid the exact change towards the cashier and left without saying another word. Come to think about it, I hardly even said anything those days.

I started to head back to the dump I called home, dragging a shopping bag full of crap with me. The day was waning, and I had no intention of being on the streets of Kerning at night. I’ve heard stories, and believe me, they ain’t pretty enough to put on paper. Nexon bless you, my little notebook.

Suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a glimpse of a shadow. What in Victoria’s name was that? I thought. Shaking my head, I convinced myself that I was seeing stuff, and should see a doctor tomorrow.

Nothing could cure what came next.

If my memory serves me correctly, the next thing I knew was a frozen tuna whacking me across the face, and me falling uncosiousness. Frozen tuna!

Nexon know how long I was knocked out. The next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed, with a girl cleric leaning over me.

“Hey cute thing,” I said with a sly smile.

A deep voice answered. “Dude….I’m a guy,” the “girl” said.

I fell off the bed, or whatever I was lying on. “Woah!” I recoiled. “Get a new haircut, man. You look like a woman with that metro haircut.”

The guy’s face was beet red and he looked like me was about to strike me. Luckily, someone stepped into the room, and the cleric bowed his head respectfully towards the newcomer. I quickly got up, and straightened my clothing, and smiled smugly at the person, who was a real woman.

Her aurora alone screamed of authority. She motioned for me to follow her, so I did. When she walked past me, I got a sniff of her perfume. Not bad, not bad at all, I thought. We weaved through the building, and reached a large room with antique looking décor. Again, she motioned for me to sit. So I did.

She sat opposite to me, in her leather office chair. For a few minutes, her brow was furrowed with thought, as if thinking what she would say to me. Take your time, sweet thing, I thought smugly. Finally, she spoke.

“Welcome to our humble headquarters, Rolin,” she said with a slight smile, but it was all mouth, “Or should I call you Damon?”

I was shocked. How the hell did she know my birth name? But, I recovered. “Damon would be nice, Ms. – “

“My name is not important,” she said, making it clear that it was the end of that topic.

“So,” I said, changing the topic, “What the hell am I doing here?”

Her icy eyes bore into me. “We here at this facility, all possess unique powers that are different from all of the other Maplers. Therefore, we are exiled from modern society, since the authorities fear our powers. Well, not exiled…more like exterminate.”

“That’s like the fiction book I read,” I said thoughtfully, “About a race called “humans” and a group of exterminators called the Nazis.”

A flash of anger appeared on her eyes, but she remained calm, clearly angry at my outburst. “We are the Rebellion, fighting back for our rights to be born with such powers. Hackers, the general publics call us. What a despicable term! We refer ourselves as the Insurgents.”

“So.” I tried acting innocent. “What the hell does this have to do with me?”

“Don’t act stupid, Damon,” she snapped, “We know you’re one of us. The question remains: will you join us?” Her voice softened. “It’s not like you have anywhere else to turn to.”

I pondered the thought for a moment, and then I grinned. “Anything for you, my dear.”

Her eyes turned murderous, but she kept her temper. Instead, she forced a smile and stuck out my hand to shake. “Welcome to the force, Damon.”

I shook her hand.

Wow, it’s the longest part of SoS I’ve written before. I really should get started on my six essays for music history, but that’s boring. =D

Anyways, what’s with Profil3? It seems so much like Facebook o_O

I’m being random. Blueberry muffins for all.

[Edit] I got bored, and played around with BannedStory.

[Edit again] 70th blog =D