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Allen stood in the brisk air of the woodland, trees scattered about the way with only a beaten path to show him his way. The evening sun sat behind the tree-line and a orange glow enveloped the sky and shot beams through the canopy of the thick woodland. The moment seemed so soft as Allen raised his fist and outstretched his fingers to brush their tips over an invisible wall in front of him. His blank eyes looked over the ripple of energy as he laced his hand over the force-field and his lips parted to take a deep breath. His lips quivered ever so slightly as his hand fell slowly to his side and a memory entered his train of thought.

The soft glow of a light seeped under the doorway to the apartment, Apartment 3-C, third door on the third floor, his father's apartment. A young man of fifteen reached out to grasp the door knob as a slight crimson tint slipped over the glow and under the door-frame. Allen pushed open the door and his eyes spanned wide while his jaw dropped. His knees grew week while his arms fell limp. He tried to move, but only fell to his knees as the sight before ripped through him like a blade. His mahogany eyes glared at the moment as everything slowed to a crawl and the color of the world seemed to fade nothing more then shades of black & white. The young man stared at a Vrykolakas sitting over the figure of his father, the poor son's father lay dead over the small , round, table in the side of the living room drenched and draped in blood & organs. The undead entity turned it's head, the crawl of the movement due to the Allen's brain, only added more to the horrific moment. It raised it's arms and let it's jaw drop open, releasing a large bite of flesh fall from the mouth, and then it climbed down off the body as if it were a monkey and it took a few, creeping, gruesome steps towards Allen, leaving bloody footprints in it's wake. It stood several feet from Allen and the rush of adrenaline in the demi-gods body finally caused a response. Allen's hands dropped from his chest, where fists had been balled up in his shirt, and the boy jumped to his feet with a slight wobble while finally letting the image set in mentally, to match his physical trauma, and the boy unleashed a scream. The echo of the scream resonated throughout the apartment and out into the rest of the building. The Vrykolakas scampered back several steps in awe-struck fear. The blood-soaked jaw of the monster draped open and released a blood-curdling screech. Allen's eye's began to glow and the young man lunged forward to assault the beast, but it quickly leaped out the apartment window and scaled the wall to the roof and Allen lost the beast. His body began to turn and he glared at his father's body once more, the torso, gullet, and innards were torn and strewn across the table, blood laid in pools all across the floor and under the table. Allen took to the corpse's side and his hands became drenched in blood as he placed one over his father's left hand and the other over his forehead. Allen's face swelled into a fit of rage and his bottom lip grew red and one corner began to drip with a drop of blood. He clenched his hands, the one tightened around his father's lifeless grasp and then lost all connection to reality. Allen blacked out mentally, but his body continued to release the rage with a fit of anger and strength rarely seen. He turned and grabbed a chair, flinging it through the kitchen area and then kicking over the TV, followed by the most destructive rampage of apartment furniture a fifteen year old male could cause in his state. Several moments later the Apartment Complex Owner came to the room for complaints of noise, and found the body of his father, and Allen. Allen had passed out on the floor with self-inflicted collateral injuries from his rampage, this caused the Owner to call the police and after a long investigation they released Allen into foster care.

Allen's mind halted as the memories of Foster Care came into play, and he quickly shook his head and dismissed the flooding memories. He raised his hand once more, but not to the force-field, this time to his face where his index finger pulled away a single tear that formed in the corner of his right eye. His blank expression looked to the damp finger and then back to the invisible wall before he stepped on through. He took into a light jog as the sight of the camp crept into view from the distance. Once he reached the gate a young Satyr met the male and allowed him into the camp while introducing him and then beginning to show him around the camp.

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