Artificial Memory (DISCONT'D BUT WILL UPLOAD UNEDITED CHAPTERS)

Chapter 1: I Get My Ass Handed To Me By High School Kids

A redheaded girl with amber eyes laughed and pointed at me.

"Hey, look! Its the fatherless queer!"

She exclaimed.

I narrowed my eyes. This was the very reason I usually ignored these things.

The only reason I'd stood up this time was because I was acquainted with the girl. Rita. A freshman. One of the few people who had been pardoned and allowed to get transgender surgery to become a girl.

I guess it was a sort of urge to protect a fellow trans person that made me stop this.

I jerked my head aside while meeting her panicked eyes and she took my hint, bursting into a sprint and running away as fast as she could.

Now with her gone, I could focus on getting myself out of this mess.

"Are you really so weak that you need to pick on a freshman in order to feel good about your shitty selves?"

I asked flatly.

A slender brunet boy wearing a muscle shirt smirked at me.

"At least we're normal-"

He began, but I smirked and pointed at his chest.

"FYI, muscle shirts are for muscles, beanpole."

I sneered, grinning.

His eye twitched and the cords in his neck bulged. Anger.

"Do a number on her face. Probably strip her too, to see if she's really male."

I laughed icily.

"Try it, shitlord."

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While lying on my stomach on the rug in the living room, a pencil in hand and a sketchbook in front of me, I stiffened.

A chill had run down my spine and back up again, signalling an omen of danger. Not to myself, but to someone close to me. It was a weird thing, but I had always been able to tell when someone I trusted was in danger.

Shark was sitting on the couch beside where I lay, watching a sitcom, so it wasn't her.

However, she seemed to notice that I had become tense and tapped my side with her foot lightly. I met her gaze and she asked,

"Did you sense something?"

"Yeah, I just had a few chills."

"Its probably Distance."

"I'm gonna go bail him out."

I decided with resolve in my voice.

Shark nodded with a smile.

"Go ahead. I'll leave your art stuff where it is."

I hurried to the door, strapping on my red, black and white boots and pulling my short-sleeved grey hoodie over my shoulders.

I sprinted outside, my hyper-advanced sense of smell allowing me to detect my friend's scent immediately. I followed the scent down the road, across the street, and down a narrow alley.

I skidded around a corner, using a rusted green Dumpster as a brace since my speed almost caused me to slam into it. I was dead silent as I moved towards the group of cruelly-laughing teens. Not even a pebble was disturbed as I leaped six feet into the air, my human eye narrowed with anger.

The redhead girl who threw a punch into Distance's stomach at the moment that I lunged into the sky noticed my shadow pass over her and her whole demeanour changed. It went from smug superiority straight into ungodly terror.