The Arising Demon

Part 1

I walked through school, my head down, my bag on, and all the necessities for my next class in hand.

I got into my class beginning to do my notes, I plugged in my earbuds turning on 'Crush' from I Am King.

"Mr. Chance! MR. CHANCE!" The teacher yelled at me.

"H-Huh?!" I quickly pulled an earbud out looking up.

"Your presentation. Come up and share it to the class." She instructed, I must've looked flusters or confused, because she gave me THAT stare, saying, "Did you even do it?"

"I-I mean y-yeah... b-but i-it's not due 'til n-next week..." I said, stuttering.

"I changed the date." She said, smugly.

"Since when?!" I snapped, the class was now backing away from their tables, I stood, giving the teacher a death glare of my own.

"I'll get the deputy!" The teacher assistant said, running to the door, I grabbed her hood, pulling her back.

"No, you won't." I then pulled her back to her seat.

The teacher now held a ruler. You see, my school is allowed to hit students, but only on the arms or legs, it sucks.

She swung the ruler at me, the force of it hitting my arm made me suck in air through my teeth, I then grabbed my presentation, handed it to her, and left. I've always had this special privilege where if I got to pissed, I could leave. I love the damn thing.

I walked around the school, thinking.

I then saw an odd looking sword stuck in the concrete.

I climbed the fence, grabbing it, I then tilted my head, waving it around. "For such a sword, it's VERY light." I then walked back into the school with the sword, but I hid it outside, then sat back down.

I finished the notes, and the bell rang, I packed up, grabbed the sword, and ran out of school, thankful that the day was over.

"I've been having the worse week of my life. My best friend Paige is no longer talking to me, I've been getting way harder school work, and I've just been having a real hard time." I was talking to myself the entire way to the trouble home, which I had to stay in until I was eighteen, two more years, yikes.

I gotta admit, my room isn't bad though, I have a mini fridge, a nice chair, comfortable bed, and a desk/dresser.

I arrived in my room, I took my phone from my pocket, and admired the sword, pretty damn badass.

I flipped the sword. "So freaking light. Badass." I hid the sword behind my bed, easy.

"Ethan!" I hear my 'instructor' yell through the door.

"Ugh! No I don't wanna eat with your family tonight! Not now! Not ever!" I yelled through the door.

"Okay. Wasn't gonna ask that." She said. I opened the door. "I was gonna see if you wanted some food." She said.

"No." I shut the door, locking it, I then grabbed half of a sandwich from yesterday. "This'll do." I bit into it, tasting the ingredients of the sandwich. I set the sandwich on a plate, grabbing the sword from behind my bed. "Still stupidly light." I began swinging it around, practicing.

I set the sword down two hours later, my arm was finally getting tired from practicing with it.

"I should get a donut." I walked out of my room, heading for the donut shop.

I ordered my donut and waited, my necklaces ding while making contact as I walked, looking at the paintings and news articles on the walls.

"Ethan!" I heard, I walked up taking the donut.

"Thank you!" I said, I looked at the person who gave it to me, she was my age, by the looks of it.

"She was hot, but she's not Paige." I said, spinning my keys on my finger.

Suddenly, my necklaces connect, I dropped to my knees, my hands would get this red aura, so would my entire body, my jeans would burn slightly, as would my jacket, and shirt. I then saw strands of my hair... it was black?

Suddenly my vision was red, then everything from that point was a blur.

I felt a kick to the chest, my necklaces separated, my hair was brown again. And I had my sword?

"The hell?" I said.

"Hello Ethan." I heard from inside my head, the raspy and deep voice continued to say, "I'm Ryk, the Demon Spirit. I must say. You as a host isn't bad, plus it feels good to be a hero. Anyway, when you picked up that sword it made our spirits one. But if you die. I'll be fine, and vise versa."

"What the hell was that?" I said aloud.

"Oh, I took over your transformation, I can put your necklaces together and your hair will turn black, but if you did it, the same thing that just happened will still happen, just your hair will be brown, and you'll have control."

"Wait, my clothes aren't burnt?" I said.

"Oh. I repaired those for you?" Ryk said, he continued, "Hey, want my memories? I can show you what the battle of Greece and Rome was like!"

"No no no! Don't want that on my conscience!" I said quickly.

"Don't be a scaredy-bitch!" Ryk said.

"Where'd you learn that?!" I asked, confused how he can swear.

"I've been around since time began." Ryk said, he continued again. "It's not anything new dumbass."

"How long ago did you last have a host?" I asked.

"Since 1901." Ryk said, "I was waiting for a new host for 118 years! It gets lonely."

"Yeah. I get it, my only friend abandoned me recently... it sucks." I said.

"Ooh! I bet! Well hey. I'm here now, but you can get rid of me, put the sword where you found it, and just leave, it'll separate us." Ryk said.

"Nah, you're staying." I said, smiling.