4 or so years earlier “Are you going to sell this turf to me or not? I think my offer is more then generous.” More voices…more words but they were of no interest to the strange child who sat on the ground quietly, observing the hostility grow. Their words held no interest to the child but their movements…those were so much more interesting. Words were phony and used for lies but body language? Body language made a person as open as any book and also belied their false pretenses and loosely fitted veils. So there he sat, watching his owner's actions become increasingly more aggravated as he conversed with the portly man sitting at the desk. The two sloppily dressed individuals standing at the sitting man’s sides were inching their hands further and further into their jackets. He knew what was coming and he knew it was his chance to make his escape from his owner’s anger...his viciousness. Bingo. Under his astute gaze, the two individuals to the portly man’s side quickly pulled out matching handguns and had them pointed at his owner who suddenly backed towards him, hands raised in the typical fashion of someone surrendering. A few seconds later, the small child suddenly felt the familiar sensation of the strange collar loosening from his neck and stood up slowly. “Playtime, Dariun.” His eyes suddenly lit up as he made his way forward, the familiar rush of adrenaline seeping through his veins. The two individuals were obviously hesitant about shooting what seemed to be nothing more then a fifteen-year-old kid but the head honcho had no such reservations. “Blast the little brat and that piece of trash over there! NOW!” The two men solemnly looked at each other before firing a few half-hearted shots at Dariun’s feet, most likely hoping to scare him away so they wouldn’t really have to kill him. But Dariun paid about as much attention to the bullets as one would a slight breeze. Even just a few inches away, the guards would still rather incapacitate the kid before actually killing him. One of the guards brought the butt of his gun down Dariun’s head with enough force to easily knock a man twice the size of Dariun out. What he wasn’t counting on was the gun breaking apart in his hands the second it came into contact with Dariun’s skin. “What the...” His voice was cut off as Dariun’s inhumanly strong hands gripped his head like a baseball and slammed it through the wall behind him with enough force that the ceiling fixtures rattled, the sound covering up the otherwise audible sound of the man’s skull being broken. Dariun turned to face the other guard who had opened his mouth to yell out profanities, declarations or maybe a Hail Mary but had no chance to even choke out anything before Dariun, inhumanly fast, closed the distance between them and put his fist through his open mouth. Bits of blood dripping from his fist, Dariun slowly pulled his hand out of the dead man's gaping mouth with the same nonchalance as one would if they were doing their hair and flicked the blood off his fingers before turning to face the larger gentleman in the chair. He was staring into the barrel of a .357 magnum and didn’t have time to blink before the trigger was pulled. The resounding crash deafened everyone in the room but the look of utter disbelief on the gunman’s face had nothing to do with how loud the gun was. No, it probably had more to do with the fact that Dariun’s head hadn’t moved an inch and the large bullet had literally dented itself on Dariun’s skin before falling to the ground with a noisy clatter. Dariun only smiled that nonchalant smile before he clapped his hands, shattering the shady businessman’s skull. “Playtime’s over.” Dariun’s face suddenly become solemn and unsmiling as it was before his collar was taken off as he watched his owner come closer, a smile on his face. Dariun’s eyes were observing his owner’s movements, seeing if he’d pull out that strange key before he tried to put the collar on him. That strange key that would make the collar excrete a strange gas that caused Dariun’s skin to instantly soften the second he inhaled it and knock him into a long sleep where he’d be beaten viciously. But no... his owner was most pleased about having acquired such a large area without having to spend a dime so his attention wasn’t on sedating his “trained dog”. “Good job, boy. We might let you off tonight for good behavior.” Quick as a cobra, Dariun knocked the strange collar out of his owner’s hand before he even realized it was gone. Since the collar wasn’t near him and it hadn’t been turned on due to his owner’s carelessness, there was no gas. No gas meant that Dariun was finally free from his life as an attack dog and was free to do whatever he wanted. But only after he dealt with the man who had saved him…at the cost of his freedom. Grabbing the man by the collar, Dariun lifted him into the air like he was nothing more then a feather, his eyes amusedly watching the much older man struggle and kick as if it would get him something. Then Dariun did something...something he had been waiting most of his life to say. Something that it took him years to finally say properly. “....Ha....haa.....hate....y...you.” Present Day If you were to look in one of the older newspaper, a collector of newspapers by some chance, you’d see a small story that no one paid any real mind too. A story where a young Maria Mendoza was suddenly awakened by the sound of the brick walls of her apartment, on the 5th floor mind you, apparently explode as something came soaring past her head and smashed into her closet doors with such force that they were reduced to splinters. The only bit of dialogue in the entire piece would say: “I don’t understand exactly what happened to this day. I looked out of the hole in my wall and there was a hole in the wall of the building right next to me. Everyone in the complex knew that bad business happened in that building but when I saw the hole in the brick wall over there, it was so weird because I swear I saw a shadowy figure take a running leap out of that hole and he must’ve jumped about the height of football field and just as far!” You probably never saw the story but Dariun saw the picture of his owner and he knew that he was finally free to do whatever he wanted in life. Enough years had been spent going unnoticed and staying away from others. No...he had hurt so many, now it was time to give back. He would protect those who couldn’t protect themselves rather then hurt who he was told. He would do it because he was... Invincible.