Chapter Two - Black out

Talon's POV

My name is Talon Smith, a son of a single father, a father who lost his wife and due to that, has been very strict and extra careful with how I live my social life.

I know I said she died while she was giving birth to me, but that was not the whole story. My mom died due to an infection that made her lose blood because the infection was like a parasite and she was the host, so the infection drained her of her blood.

This infection was discovered in my mom's blood after she had passed and was tested to know the cause of her death. The doctors told my dad that the infection was announced on TV months before and it affects mainly women and pregnant women to be precise, but neither my dad or mom saw the news.

There were precautions that was supposed to be taken, but they didn't or couldn't, out of ignorance.

So, my mom lost much blood before getting into the hospital for labor and after she gave birth to me, she'd lost a lot of blood and passed on.

My dad blamed himself for not seeing the signs or taking things serious because according to my dad, my mom complained about some symptoms of the infection which was unknown to him and he flagged it pregnancy issues and would just cuddle her and made her rest.

My dad started realizing everything just when my mom died. He blamed himself bitterly that according to him, he wanted to get rid of me by taking me to an orphanage, but he took me back just after a week and during the days of that week he almost committed suicide.

He didn't buy the idea of seeing therapists, so till today he still blames himself for her death and that is why he has been extra careful with me.

Sometimes during basic school and middle school, my dad would've heard about a flu and would get me drugs to prevent the flu and even take other physical preventive measures against them too.

Often I do get to school other students all with the flu, but never me. He was known in the neighborhood for his tidiness.

As I grew up, I began to notice some changes in my body, my injuries began to heal faster and my visions clearer than most, even my my hearing and smelling became way more accurate and sensitive than other people.

I became friends with Jake, Maya, and Clinton and junior high school when I was getting beat up by some bullies then, I snapped and beat them up badly, that I almost got suspended until Jake, Maya, and Clinton stepped in as witness and testified about them bullying me. Till date they all still question me about how I beat them up even though I was younger and smaller.

When my dad heard about it, he was pissed off because I didn't tell him about the bullying that had been happening and I still didn't learn my lesson because I went ahead to not tell him about the changes I've been noticing in my body.

The changes continued and my sense organs became even more sensitive and accurate then, I started waking up at night in the woods close to my house, how I got there I never knew.

Whenever I had any of those episodes, I'd sneak back in, clean up and go back to bed.

It continued that I started waking up with blood stains on my body, I'd sneak into the house, clean up and go back to bed. What amused me the most was the fact that I'd go to go back to the location I woke up to meet myself in the woods during daylight and I'd meet dead animals there, sometimes goats, some other times sheep.

I had no one I felt safe telling it to, because if I told my dad it would probably be another round of medication, pills and syringes which I don't like. I couldn't tell my friends about it because they might tell someone , so I couldn't tell anybody.

In the hunt to find what was happening with me, I'd have myself chained up to the bed and sleep on the floor. It didn't stop me from waking up at night, but this time I knew I was waking up and I could control myself from going and I finally saw myself and what I usually turnout to be at night.

Claws, glowing eyes and longer teeth. I looked like an animal, but one thing was certain, I wasn't a monster.

I kept everything under control till I got into high school and I started hearing about those killings happening around the neighborhood on TV.

This time I knew I was kind of linked to those killings, but I couldn't believe I was that brutal, seeing those bodies of the victims on the TV and whenever I went to the location to check for proof I

was responsible, but I couldn't piece it together and the police tagged it "animal attack" and I convinced myself it wasn't me. But one thing I forgot was the fact that turn to an animal every night.

Though, I began to doubt myself, but I kept convincing myself that I wasn't a monster.

After we learned about the killings, my dad placed us on curfew and we both had to come home before seven noon.

Well, everything was going well till I chose to live a normal life like others. Well, I should've known there was nothing normal about me.

The irony of life, my mom died cause of an infection due to ignorance.

And now I am going to die not because of ignorance, but because I am the infection.

I thought about how my dad would feel when the news gets out that the son he thought he raised right was a murderer, the disappointment he would feel over again.

I couldn't put him through it neither could I put my self through looking at him.

As I jumped off the cliff ricocheting on the rocks, my life flashed before my eyes.

My moments with my dad whenever he tried to act like other normal dads, running around with my friends and all.

Having bounced off the rock, I bulged outward and fell into a river.

As I fell into the river, I banged my head on a big stone in the water.

"The son of the most careful man in the neighborhood, murdered his friend and jumped off the cliff in and killed himself." Was the headline I imagined in my head during those split seconds before I blacked out.