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Preston couldn't stand demons.
To him, they were nothing but monsters that resemble humans. Their inhumanly features seemed like nothing but a mockery to mankind as far as he was concerned. He felt disgusted every time he saw a person with a tail of any sort, or eyes that resembled a cat with slits as the pupils. His hatred towards the demons was no secret either, everyone who knew him was familiar with his hatred for demons. It wasn't uncommon for people to call him a bad person for hating demons the way he did. They would tell him that demons are not monsters, that he was hating a group of people that were harmless members of society.
He knew better than that. Demons were far from harmless. He had the scars to prove it.
His face was disfigured by five parallel scars that went across his left eye and cheek. The rest of his body was covered in similar scars. Some which still ached to this day, over a decade after the attack. He had grown used to people recoiling at the sight of his face, at the children in the street staring at him in awe and fear. Most days he could even pretend to ignore the whispering that went on around him. The rumors that spread as to how he received those scars were colorful and numerous. Some said that he was attacked by a large animal while in the wilderness, while others whispered that maybe it was a bar fight from a troubled youth. The most dramatic ones said that maybe he was one of the rare survivors of a Lost One attack, a feat that was near impossible.
The rumors amused him, for they were nowhere near the the truth. His scars didn't come from a giant foe, animal or man or beast. Instead they had come from a demon classmate when he was merely seven years old. A demon who was smaller than him in size, possibly the smallest boy in the class. But all it took was for this demon child to lose his temper, and Preston became severally scarred for life. Harmless, yeah right. There was no such thing as a demon that is harmless. As far as Preston could see with his one good eye, it was only a matter of time before demons decided to show their true side and rip humans to shreds.
Maybe that is why he ended up at his current job as a night watchman at a government lab. Sure the pay was great, good enough to finally get the scars removed from his appearance and live like a person again. But it was more than that, much more. He remembered coming in for an interview several months before, and discovering that their mission in this laboratory. It was to protect mankind from any danger, whether it be Lost ones or any other foe. Mankind, not demons or half-demons, but humans. He felt as though they also knew the threat that those monsters were.
He wasn't sure the specifics of that this branch of the government did. Preston knew they were researching the Lost Ones, the people who lost any sense of humanity due to a disease, and a way to neutralize their threat. It was also known that they did some sort of experiments that were locked behind thick steel doors at night. He was never allowed to open these doors, only to guard the outside in case of disturbance. Sometimes he would hear noises through the door, noises that sound almost human, but he told himself he was just imagining it. Though there were nights he got the feeling that he was to keep whatever was inside in, instead of protecting against intruders. But he was fine with that, if it was for the good for the mission.
His shifts were quiet, nothing really happened that he could call interesting, or even noteworthy. He had gotten used to any of the odd noises that happened at night. It had been a long time since he had been startled by any odd noise that occurred. So when he heard a noise that sounded like something opening, he hardly moved a muscle. He just figured it was one of those night-staff scientists opening yet another door or cabinet. Possibly one of the janitors searching for the mop again.
He didn't expect a tall figure covered in black to drop down in front of him. Preston barely had time to react before the figure went to attack. By pure luck he manage to block the blows, and managed to grab the attacker's dominant arm. Preston sneer, it was time for him to finally do something useful for the cause. "You aren't allowed here." Preston told the man.
When he said this, the man looked down into Preston's eyes. Preston was startled to see that the man's eyes were the only thing uncovered on his face. The eyes were an intense mix of orange and red with the slightest touch of green. The pupils themselves were slit like a snake. Who ever this man was, he was not human.
Preston could feel the rage build up in him. He knew the demons would attempt something like this someday. And here this one was, trying to disturb the way to stop the murderous hordes of Lost ones. He grabbed his nightstick with his free hand and raised it to kill this intruder. "Evil demon scum!" he could hear himself shout as the nightstick came swinging down.
It never hit the man, for the intruder manage to grab the nightstick with his free arm and twist it out of Preston's hand, breaking the bones in his hand in the process. Preston screamed in pain at his hand being broken, falling against the wall for support. As he did this, the intruder grabbed the nightstick, and stood over Preston's cowering body.
"Its a lot more complicated than that." the man said softly. "Isn't everything?" At this, Preston glared up at him, feeling nothing but hatred towards the man and his words. He was so full of it, that he was paralyzed as the nightstick came down onto his head, knocking him unconscious.
He awoke several hours later, surrounded by security and scientists. Someone was tending to his broken hand, but other than that no one paid attention to his presence. They were distracted by something else, something that was of a much greater concern than an injured night watchmen.
The door he had been guarding for all these months had been ripped open. Whatever had been inside was gone. He had failed at his crucial job, to a demon.
His life once again was being destroyed by those monsters. And this time, the world itself could be in peril.
Word Count: 1141
Total Word Count: 1141/50000
To him, they were nothing but monsters that resemble humans. Their inhumanly features seemed like nothing but a mockery to mankind as far as he was concerned. He felt disgusted every time he saw a person with a tail of any sort, or eyes that resembled a cat with slits as the pupils. His hatred towards the demons was no secret either, everyone who knew him was familiar with his hatred for demons. It wasn't uncommon for people to call him a bad person for hating demons the way he did. They would tell him that demons are not monsters, that he was hating a group of people that were harmless members of society.
He knew better than that. Demons were far from harmless. He had the scars to prove it.
His face was disfigured by five parallel scars that went across his left eye and cheek. The rest of his body was covered in similar scars. Some which still ached to this day, over a decade after the attack. He had grown used to people recoiling at the sight of his face, at the children in the street staring at him in awe and fear. Most days he could even pretend to ignore the whispering that went on around him. The rumors that spread as to how he received those scars were colorful and numerous. Some said that he was attacked by a large animal while in the wilderness, while others whispered that maybe it was a bar fight from a troubled youth. The most dramatic ones said that maybe he was one of the rare survivors of a Lost One attack, a feat that was near impossible.
The rumors amused him, for they were nowhere near the the truth. His scars didn't come from a giant foe, animal or man or beast. Instead they had come from a demon classmate when he was merely seven years old. A demon who was smaller than him in size, possibly the smallest boy in the class. But all it took was for this demon child to lose his temper, and Preston became severally scarred for life. Harmless, yeah right. There was no such thing as a demon that is harmless. As far as Preston could see with his one good eye, it was only a matter of time before demons decided to show their true side and rip humans to shreds.
Maybe that is why he ended up at his current job as a night watchman at a government lab. Sure the pay was great, good enough to finally get the scars removed from his appearance and live like a person again. But it was more than that, much more. He remembered coming in for an interview several months before, and discovering that their mission in this laboratory. It was to protect mankind from any danger, whether it be Lost ones or any other foe. Mankind, not demons or half-demons, but humans. He felt as though they also knew the threat that those monsters were.
He wasn't sure the specifics of that this branch of the government did. Preston knew they were researching the Lost Ones, the people who lost any sense of humanity due to a disease, and a way to neutralize their threat. It was also known that they did some sort of experiments that were locked behind thick steel doors at night. He was never allowed to open these doors, only to guard the outside in case of disturbance. Sometimes he would hear noises through the door, noises that sound almost human, but he told himself he was just imagining it. Though there were nights he got the feeling that he was to keep whatever was inside in, instead of protecting against intruders. But he was fine with that, if it was for the good for the mission.
His shifts were quiet, nothing really happened that he could call interesting, or even noteworthy. He had gotten used to any of the odd noises that happened at night. It had been a long time since he had been startled by any odd noise that occurred. So when he heard a noise that sounded like something opening, he hardly moved a muscle. He just figured it was one of those night-staff scientists opening yet another door or cabinet. Possibly one of the janitors searching for the mop again.
He didn't expect a tall figure covered in black to drop down in front of him. Preston barely had time to react before the figure went to attack. By pure luck he manage to block the blows, and managed to grab the attacker's dominant arm. Preston sneer, it was time for him to finally do something useful for the cause. "You aren't allowed here." Preston told the man.
When he said this, the man looked down into Preston's eyes. Preston was startled to see that the man's eyes were the only thing uncovered on his face. The eyes were an intense mix of orange and red with the slightest touch of green. The pupils themselves were slit like a snake. Who ever this man was, he was not human.
Preston could feel the rage build up in him. He knew the demons would attempt something like this someday. And here this one was, trying to disturb the way to stop the murderous hordes of Lost ones. He grabbed his nightstick with his free hand and raised it to kill this intruder. "Evil demon scum!" he could hear himself shout as the nightstick came swinging down.
It never hit the man, for the intruder manage to grab the nightstick with his free arm and twist it out of Preston's hand, breaking the bones in his hand in the process. Preston screamed in pain at his hand being broken, falling against the wall for support. As he did this, the intruder grabbed the nightstick, and stood over Preston's cowering body.
"Its a lot more complicated than that." the man said softly. "Isn't everything?" At this, Preston glared up at him, feeling nothing but hatred towards the man and his words. He was so full of it, that he was paralyzed as the nightstick came down onto his head, knocking him unconscious.
He awoke several hours later, surrounded by security and scientists. Someone was tending to his broken hand, but other than that no one paid attention to his presence. They were distracted by something else, something that was of a much greater concern than an injured night watchmen.
The door he had been guarding for all these months had been ripped open. Whatever had been inside was gone. He had failed at his crucial job, to a demon.
His life once again was being destroyed by those monsters. And this time, the world itself could be in peril.
Word Count: 1141
Total Word Count: 1141/50000