• Prologue

    "High school will be great, she says. You'll love it, she says. Well maybe it was great for her." Owen sullenly walked down the hall of Gadsden City High School. His recent 14th birthday marked his graduation from middle school and his entrance into high school. Aloof from the world, he did not have many friends. Most people called him a misfit, but not even the misfits accepted him. He was a genius, but did not dress or act like it.

    Most of the time he wore black, with an occasional gray shirt. Under his black toboggan he hid his shaggy black hair, which concealed a lot of his pale skin. He was also quite short and skinny. Though the strangest feature of him was his vivid, gray eyes.

    But they were not always gray. They changed colors with his emotions, red when he was angry, blue when he was cheerful. His eyes ranged from vivid hues to dark monochromes. Most of the time they were gray, unemotional.

    Many of the students at GCHS called him emo, when that was actually not true. He did not go around slitting his wrists and listening to screamo, he did quite the opposite. He was extremely advanced in the usage of computers, and quite strong as well. He took Tae Kwon Do for a few years, but quit because his mom didn't approve of the instructor. He now trained in his basement, which doubled as a workout room. Not emo, just gloomy.

    Walking down the hall, he noticed William Paulsen following him at an unsafe distance. Will, the football team's pathetic quarterback, had bullied Owen since the start of school, a few weeks earlier. Tall and muscular, William easily overpowered Owen. Noticing his locker up ahead, Owen forced to stop, giving Will a chance to strike.

    "Hey Marshall! You know letting those leeches suck you is really unhealthy. You could get parasites and die." Will was convinced that Owen's favorite pasttime was slomming, which was letting leeches suck your blood. Owen's eyes flashed red, he just brushed the comment aside, though, and opened his locker. As he opened his backpack and grabbed a book out of it, Will slapped it out of his hand, which sent the book flying and Owen's hand into the corner of his locker door. Pain jolted up his arm. His eyes turned black. He grabbed the back of his hand with his free hand and winced.

    "Aww, what's wrong? Didja hurt your hand? Is the little emo kid gonna cry?" His eyes went back to red. Owen felt that he should get this guy off his back now.

    "That's it Will. You and me over in the alleyway by the dumpsters tomorrow at, say, nine in the afternoon." Owen was the master of making people look dumb. This time he used a Panic! At The Disco song to do so.

    "Alright! You're on!" Will walked away with a smug grin on his face.

    "Idiot." Owen felt quite satisfied.
    *****

    After the bell rang, Owen walked out of school with a light backpack. His superior intellect had landed him no homework. He was walking over to his usual spot he went to to wait for his mother, when, as if out of nowhere, a man in a suit walked up to him.

    "Hello, Owen." Owen tensed up. His eyes turned yellow, fear. How did the man know his name. "My name is Frederick Janss. I have been watching over you for a while now." Owen was scared now. "You seem to be quite smart. I have chosen an interesting one this time." It took Owen a moment to realize the man was talking with a British accent

    "Who are you?" Owen's voice betrayed his fear.

    "Who am I? You may call me your gaurdian angel. If you run into trouble, just call me. You might need it tomorrow at Nine in the Afternoon tomorrow." With that, the man handed Owen a business card and walked away. On the card was the word Greyy and nothing else.

    "What does thi-" but the man was already gone. Owen solemnly waited for his mom's black Honda.