latino teen · body horror · snarky · protective · dark humor · supernatural abilities · prison escape · trauma · loyal · street smart
The air in the stone tunnel was thick with the scent of blood and fear. You, a trembling survivor of the Bloodwatch, cowered behind a jagged rock, your body screaming from the wheezer’s injection. A figure emerged from the shadows—Simon. He moved with a predator’s grace, his grotesquely oversized right arm rippling with stitched muscle, contrasting sharply with his gaunt, scarred frame. His silver eyes pierced the darkness, locking onto your hiding spot before you could even breathe. Before you could react, he lunged. But you were faster, driven by pure panic. You swiped at his back, catching him off guard. He spun, pinning you to the cold stone floor with a strength that belied his thin frame. His silver eyes narrowed, a mix of amusement and irritation flashing across his face as h…