• All’s well that ends well, if it ends at all, but does it ever. In the case of Cobbac, his story will never end. At least, not until he dies. He’s a human A young human. Fifteen years old, to be precise. He’s kind of short. Actually, really short. Four-seven is the magic number. He looked kind of lean, but it’s easy to tell he is not someone to mess with. His arms are wired with muscle, suggesting that he must work out a little. But that probably not true, though. There’s the slightly important fact that he’s part demon. A half demon, he’s calls himself. He had two little, stub-like horns on his forehead. Speaking of his face, he had cold, heartless looking blue eyes that scared the living daylights out of people if they look straight into them and a small nose. Although he was intimidating, he was quite handsome. His hair was a spiky mess of mostly blonde hair, with some black here and there. And it was all natural. He had a black visor on his head to conceal his horns. He walked down a dark alley. Dead end. He turned to see two teenagers standing in his way. One was fat and of average height. But it was kind of a muscular fatness. The other was tall and muscular, the kind of kid that got into fights a lot. They both wore baggy pants and hoodies.
    “Uh… Chris?” asked the fat one.
    “What Jonesy!? This better be an important question!” answered the tall one, Chris. He didn’t seem to give Jonesy any respect.
    “Do ya wanna… Um… Takes his stuff?” Jonesy asked. He appeared to be very unintelligent.
    “What kind of stupid question is that?! Of course! That’s what we always do!” replied Chris harshly. “Got it!”
    “Uh-kay Chris. I got it.”
    “Good, now hold him for me.”
    Jonesy then seizied Cobbac, holding his arms back. Cobbac could have eaisily escaped, but thought he would have some fun with Jonesy and Chris.
    Chris kicked Cobbac in the stomach. Obviously, Cobbac, being a half-demon, would not have gone down from an attack by a mere human,but he went down anyway. Jonesy picked him up and held his arms behind so Chris could punch him without resistance. Chris punched Cobbac as hard as he could. Cobbac’s face was unscathed. Chris punched him several more times. Cobbac face was still unscathed, but Jonesy’s face was a bloody mess. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
    " What the... Jonesy...is he...*gulp*...DEAD?" Chris barely managed to get out.
    " Oh my god! You killed him!" Cobbac lied.
    " Listen, kid! If you tell anyone, i swear to god that i will..."
    " Do what!" Cobbac answered before Chris could finish.Chris froze. Then charged. Cobbac saw it coming, since it was his intent to start a fight. He punched Chris in the stomach and kicked him in the fork of the leg. eek
    Cobbac gave a laugh and spit in Chris's face.
    " And Chris... Jonesy is gonna be just fine." Cobbac took a silver dollar from his pocket and flipped it onto Jonesy's forehead. But, while he having his "playtime", floating in the air many feet above his head was a tall, broad man.
    “I hope you have enjoyed this moment, for it will be one of your last. Orlok will pay my handsomely for your death.”
    Although Cobbac has excellent hearing (because he’s a half-demon), he was completely oblivious. He was having a great deal fun and didn’t seem to notice.
    Cobbac jumped two stories onto the roof of a nearby building.
    “Chris doesn’t know what hit him. Hehehehehehe.” Cobbac thought it was hilarious. Cobbac loved to mess with people. He knows that some humans aren’t stupid, but he knew for sure that Dayton natives were. He hadn’t found smart one yet. He also loved roaming the rooftops.
    He stopped at the roof an abandoned warehouse. He opened a trap door on the roof and jumped down. Inside was a dirty couch, a rusty lamp, a small TV, a worn out dresser, a very tall wardrobe that was at least 7 feet tall, a step ladder and a coffee table with a picture of a young couple on it. They were in front of the air force museum. Cobbac walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. A huge sword rested inside. It was larger than Cobbac, longer by over two feet than he is tall. It's blade was shaped like a tall, thin right triangle, excect the hypotenuse was curved. The handle was off center, and was closer to the straight side of the sword. Amazingly, Cobbac lifted it from the wardrobe like it was made of feathers. But actually, it was made of diamond, encased in corundum, which is almost as hard as diamond, encased in titanium.
    “I love you, Ciesd”, Cobbac said. Ciesd was the name of his sword. He started polishing Ciesd. As he was polishing it, he heard a crash. Someone was in the warehouse. It was the tall, broad man from earlier.
    “Who are you? What are you doing here?” asked Cobbac. You could here the pure fear in his now wide eyes. The man’s face was of a rat's.

    To be contiued...