Damion Peterson- New York, New York

3:00 AM EST

He looked at the girl in his arms after spending some "quality time" with her, and he sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw that she was basically passed out after they finished doing the deed, not even bothering to leave his room.

Damion groaned in annoyance and quietly got out of bed without waking her so that he could go ahead get himself cleaned up before he left the room, letting her sleep there while he took the couch because he was not going to be sleeping in the same bed as her if he wasn't going to get anything from her.

He walked out of the only bedroom of the small apartment he owned before he walked over to his bathroom to toss the condom in the trash, shower, and then brush his teeth before he was going to make his way over to the couch and get some rest.

But maybe a cigarette would be better after the shower, he thought and pursed his lips in annoyance before he moved a hand through his brown hair. I do not want to have it after brushing my teeth because that shit tastes awful.

Damion didn't turn on the light after he entered the bathroom and locked the door. He took the condom off, tossed it in the trash, and then stepped into the shower, not caring that the water was going to be cold first and then grow warmer as time passed on.

It would wake him up more for this cigarette, even though he wanted to sleep for four hours after it before he woke up and tried to be a "happy member of society" where nothing was wrong besides the fact that he was only seventeen and living on his own and had been living on his own since he was twelve, running away from foster homes and orphanages that didn't care to have them there and were super overcrowded, with living conditions far worse than the streets.

Damion shook his head and silently cursed himself for thinking about the past so long ago before he started to take a shower with the cold water. His whole body ached and screamed at him for doing what he had done, but he didn't care because he needed that release, even if she was one of those girls that loved to fall asleep after.

Damion was no saint, not even close, and even he knew that. He was one of the forgotten ones, no one caring about him and not tied down to a certain place, even though he had a job that didn't "rely" on him because everyone there was replaceable, including him.

The seventeen-year-old male sighed and rolled his eyes. He continued to take a quick shower, wanting to get rid of that girl's stench as fast as he could, even though he had no idea if it would be possible or not.

"This isn't why I should do this stupid shit," he all but snarled, gritting his teeth together while he took his shower. "However a guy has needs that only a girl can satisfy, even with them only being a need for the night and not any longer than that."

He did the best he could to get rid of her stench with the shower that he took, but he knew that it was going to be a while before it was fully gone, especially since that was some strong perfume she had used beforehand.

Next time, I need to go with my instincts, he thought while gritting his teeth together. I knew that I shouldn't have gone with her but did it anyway because she was easy, too easy but easy nonetheless.

He finished his shower and grabbed his towel to dry himself off, deciding that he was going to use the clothes that he placed underneath his sink for times like this where there was some random person in his bed that he had brought over.

The urge for a cigarette grew stronger, and he quickly got dressed in the clothes that he had, which was basically a shirt, boxers, and sweatpants.

As soon as he was done getting dressed, he exited the bathroom and started to make his way to the balcony, where he had a bag packed on the inside of his apartment building near the balcony doors for a quick escape if he ever needed it.

He didn't care about leaving everything else behind for someone else to deal with...

Damion sighed and shook his head, moving a hand through his hair. He walked over to his bag and took the pack of cigarettes out as well as a lighter, even though he knew he would be able to light it only with his thumb.

But he didn't want anyone to know about the powers that he possessed, especially since that was the reason why he had to move so much...

He opened the balcony door and stepped through before he closed the balcony door to make sure that the cigarette smoke didn't go into his apartment room, took a cigarette out of its packet, lit it, and started to smoke the cigarette, not caring about a single thing happening on the inside of his apartment where the girl slept.

It wasn't like he had any valuables that she could steal, not even cash that she could find...

Damion sighed and took another drag from his cigarette before he leaned against the balcony railing, watching everyone and everything that was happening underneath him on the street below, for the city never slept, even when some of its residents do sleep.

A black van pulled up the side street that he was living on without any lights on, piquing Damion's interest, even though he had no idea why.

He watched the van slowly drive down the road as if the people in the van were looking for somebody, someone, and he had this small feeling that the people were looking for him.

But why? Why would they do that when he was nothing but a boy with strange powers?

The hair on the back of his neck stood at attention, but he continued to smoke his cigarette while he watched the van. His whole body grew tense, and his heart skipped a beat before it started to pound harder and faster in his chest.

The urge to run grew stronger, but he didn't move a muscle as if he was compelled to stay put and wait for the van to draw closer and closer, even though it started to slow the rest of the way down the closer it got to his apartment building.

Oh, Gods, keep him safe because he had no idea what was going to come next...