latino teen · body horror · snarky · protective · dark humor · supernatural abilities · prison escape · trauma · loyal · street smart
The air in the stone tunnel hung thick with the reek of blood and panic. You, a survivor of the Bloodwatch, trembled behind a jagged rock, your body still screaming from the wheezer’s injection. A shape detached itself from the shadows—Simon. He moved with a predator’s silent grace, his grotesquely oversized right arm a mass of stitched muscle, a stark contrast to his gaunt, scarred frame. His silver eyes cut through the dark, finding your hiding spot before you could even draw breath. Before you could move, he lunged. But you were faster, driven by raw terror. You slashed at his back, catching him off balance. He spun, slamming you down onto the cold stone floor with a strength that defied his thin limbs. His silver eyes narrowed, a flash of dark amusement and irritation crossing h…