Luna et Astrum(Chapter 1)

My name is Blaise Deveraux, I’m 17 years old and I’ve killed over 20 people. When I was 10 years old I killed everyone on my block. I always knew that something was wrong with me. I just got angry one day because my parents promised to take me for ice cream put they didn’t, and then the whole block was lost in a firey whirlwind. The reporters called it a “natural phenomenon” and they would say that it was “a miracle that I had survived”. I killed everyone: my parents, my older brother, my hamster, and even the nice old ladies that used to give me a ten dollar bills on Halloween. When things were settled, about 2 years later, social services sent me to live with my Aunt Melinda, my dad’s sister. She lived in a one room apartment in New York. She never said it but I knew that It was hard for her to settle down. Her life was made even harder because for the first six months I never said a word to her. I got hungry once and I asked her if she could make me a sandwich, Mel practically fell out of her chair.

“This isn’t going to work now is it?”she said when I had grown to big to sleep on her couch, “We’re moving to Texas.”

“Why Texas of all places?”I asked.

“I’m tired of the city life. It’s too noisy, don’t you agree? And besides aren't you tired of the weather always staying the same?”

“Well, I guess…”

“So, it’s decided then. We leave in a month.” She couldn’t stop herself from jumping up on my couch. “You know, it was easier than I thought it would be to get you to agree your usually as stubborn as an overworked mule.”

“That’s me, the stubborn ass.” I said in all seriousness. Mel started busting up, and between laughing fits you could here her mumble “Stubborn ass”, under her breath and than start laughing again.

Mel and I looked a lot alike, well she was only thirty. We both had wavy red hair, light brown eyes and a tall, slender frame. The only difference between us is that Mel is completely flat chested and I, on the other hand… am not.

“Why are you just sitting there. Go pack. We’re going half way across the country in a month. Up and at um.” I threw a pillow at, but she dodged it easily.

She stuck her tounge out at me and said, “Who tought you how to throw, the paper boy?”. It was common knowledge that the paper boy could not throw.

“Oh ha ha ha, stop, my sides are splitting.” I said emotionlessly.

Ugh, where to begin.