1 Epilogue

He was a sixteen year old teenage boy just like any other with short, straight brown hair, common brown eyes and a laid back personality and then there's John, also sixteen, with sandy blond mid-length hair, beautiful blue eyes, a little more on the eccentric side and had the stubbornness of a rock.

MC .POV.

Me and my friend John were trying to get home as fast as we could we had just bought a new super expensive game that had taken the attention of every teen our age.

In our excitement and the fact it was already quite late, we decided it was a good idea to take a short cut thru the ally way that would lead us just a few blocks from home and before we knew what happened we were surrounded by four or five adults

"give us your bags!"

Yelled a burly man who looked considerably stronger than the others.

Me and John trembled at his words, I handed my bag over without complaint but John was hesitant, he had our new game in his bag and he wasn't so willing to hand it over

"Hand it over kid, I won't ask again!"

Snickered the strongest looking one but still John hesitated.

The strongest man seemed very displeased, then John grabbed my hand and bolted for the exit dragging me along behind him.

'damn, why did he have to be so stubborn'

I thought as I looked back.

"Bad choice"

exclaimed one of the men who now had a kitchen knife in each hand charging right at my unsuspecting back.

*STAB* his two knives dig into ether side of my spine and he started dragging them down as I was pulled away by John.

I didn't feel the pain until he removed his knives from just above my hips.

"AAAaaAAAAaAAAAAH!!!"

I screamed in pain before falling face first onto the stone ground, as blood started drenching my shirt.

I couldn't move all I could do was groan and struggle as my feet started going cold.

"R%#*!"

John yelled my name as my vision started blurring from blood loss, I saw John reaching for me, another person also holding a kitchen knife only one this time, started charging at John and before they could reach him I grabbed there ankle and tripped them.

"RUN!!"

I yelled.

the coldness has now reached the bottom of my wounds just above my hips, It hurt so much and who knows what these thugs might do to me but John had already gotten away.

After the thugs had robbed me of everything valuable and left laughing and making fun of us I slowly dragged myself over to the wall to asses my wounds, it wasn't long before I herd sirens

'John must be safe then'

I thought.

A police officer ran up to me and started asking questions I could just barely hear him but I had no energy left to respond the coldness was now up to my shoulders.

The next thing I know I'm in an ambulance with John by my side

I give him a meek smile, then closed my eyes.

It's cold, dark and ever so silent. Somehow I feel like I'm floating in a river I try to move but my body won't respond.

'is this how it feels to be dead?'

I thought.

"Random species selection"

"Selected"

"Proceeding"

Bellowed a strange voice startling him.

Then every thing became blindingly bright and he closed his eyes tightly.

When he slowly reopened them it was dark again, he tried to open his eyes but they felt heavy and he was exhausted, He then tried to stand but also failed at that.

He couldn't move or see, every thing was silent and as far as he could tell there was no smell, so he decided to wriggle around and see if he could feel anything.

*plap*

'Water? Is that water?'

Feeling water he forced his eyes open with great difficulty, it took him a few tries but he got there in the end, and was surprised by what he saw.

'A fox kit?'