The Story That Came To Be Told
Chapter 1: Time in the city

My life may come from a nightmare. But reality is what I have to deal with. I've jumped from roof top to roof top at night. But in day light…I usually seek shelter from the nightmares that gave me a curse; a curse of hell. I used to be ordinary…now all that remains…is a heart full of black and pain.
It's now nighttime, my dark self runs freely throughout the night seeking prey. My eyes narrow down as I look below the roof top. A rat crawling through the trash…something small and rusty; it shall have to do.
I prowl from the roof top to the ground below. In high hopes the critter doesn't move further away. I lower my green lit eyes as I crept closer and closer. Claws formed from my finger tips as I lower my head towards the garbage eating vermin. Air snorts from my austral as I lower my hands on the creature. The rat turns around and squeals. Within an instant I grab it by the fur; the rat squirms and tries to break free. I told the rat before digging a claw through its back. "It's no use your life will soon be gone and you will be a meal."
Digging one of my claws into the rats back, screams and blood dripped from the rat. One last breath of the rat was heard throughout the night. "Well…bottoms up I guess?"
The rats' body lay lumped in my grasp as I started to drop it into my mouth. The fur tickled my throat as it went down to my stomach. "Ah…I believe that should do for now."
My ears picked up a noise coming from behind. I moved swiftly towards the darkness with my hood tucked over my head to keep my identity hidden from any passing strangers. I lowered my head, and looked to see who it could have been crossing my path. Sniffing the air, it came to be known as just another critter searching for food. I quickly wiped the sweat coming from my forehead as a sigh of relief. "My god, was that a close one."
Running off into the night, my coat flew with the wind as I jumped from roof top to roof top; still searching for a place to crash for the night. I lowered my gaze to an unknown area of the city. Boxes among boxes littered around the dumpster. I hoped down from the roof top above and looked around to make sure there wasn't a soul around as I shaped the boxes around. As I grabbed a couple of boxes, I started to mold them into a small house. I looked around to find anything to lie on and to keep me warm throughout the rest of the night. A small pile of old newspapers and a old cushion that laid correspondent from the boxes. I grabbed the cushion and newspapers and brought them into the small boxed house.
I lay down on the cushion and pulled the newspapers on top. I started to think about all the old memories of the friends that all vanished. Wondering to myself, "where did they all go? I wonder what ever happened to them…and if I will ever see them again."
My eyes folded down, and I went straight to dreamland. That night…I kept telling myself, "I hope will stay safe from those bastards that gave me this curse…the curse of a…demon."