Sounds interesting...a bit like an X-files episode meets the island of Dr. Moreau....very interesting.

Alright so I managed to come up with a working character and storyline, as well as part of the beginning, which is still unedited.
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Intro:


My name is Victor David Samuel, I'm 15 years old so I'm a High-school student.
my family ran an antique shop here in town, maybe its because we've been
entrusted with ancient artifacts, I'm not sure but for as long as i can remember,
we have been moving through city after city, never staying in one place,
and our names would change too, but my real name is Victor.

the crazy guy who calls himself my uncle is always obsessing about martial arts
saying things like, "It is a well respected art, used only to protect those who
can't protect themselves." That line is his favorite. I don't know but I don't like fighting very much.
It's been 5 years now, since the day my parents were killed in a fire.
The police began suspecting that it was an arson, but they never caught the
arsonist. I remember that night very well, I was in my room reading
when out of nowhere my mother was screaming and there was glass breaking,
and then came the smoke. It was horrifying. It drifted under my door, and up to
the ceiling where it began to pool together. I could hardly see through the
thick gray haze, but I managed to find the window, and just then right before I had the chance to open the window,
the door exploded off its hinges and came flying at me, when it hit I was sent
soaring into the window, shattering the glass with my body, and I landed in the street outside on my leg, which broke it
and left me in shock. I didn't move until an ambulance arrived, and it started
raining lightly.

The next day, the cops came to my hospital room, and waited for me to wake up, before taking a statement
from me about what happened. when I told them, one of the cops looked at the other
and said, "That's really strange it looked something like a family member did it."
they both looked at the boy, and the first one said to me, "I'm sorry son, but we
have to take you into protective custody, just temporarily until the case is solved."
beginning to be afraid I looked at them and said, "Do I have to go to jail?"
they smiled and said, "No, you will be placed in the care of your uncle until we either find a foster home
or he adopts you." and with that being said and done, they left me to the nurse who fussed over my bandages and told me to eat more
or I'd starve to death before I left the hospital.

Soon after, my uncle came in, and sat down with me looking sullen.
he smiled sadly and rubbed my hair the way he did when He came to visit my family.
He was in his thirties, or so, with short brown hair that reached to his eyebrows.
He had a large nose, with a crook in the end that made it look broken, and a light sprinkling of
stubble across his jaw. His eyes though clouded by his bushy eyebrows, were green and wet looking
almost like he held in tears.

looking at me he said, "So, how has your day been?" rather sarcastically.
smiling at his irony, I looked at his eyes, and said, "well, isn't much to speak about so far."
to which he grinned. sighing he stood and headed for the door saying to me as he was going, "Get well soon, so i dont have to sleep
in the lobby anymore." and left without another word.

when the first year of my life with my uncle had ended, I had finally recovered
enough to start public schooling.
my very first day, somebody knocked me over in the hallway, and laughed when my crutches made it hard to stand on my own.
thankfully, one of the teachers helped me stand, and sent him to the Principals office.
things for me did not go so well after that. ever since I had started school again,
the other kids avoided me, because they thought I had killed my parents with the fire
and frankly, they just pissed me off, so I stayed alone until my high-school year when everything went haywire.
I remember that day just like it was yesterday.

Chapter 1: Dion's restaurant parking lot, 6:45 A.M. Monday August 30th, 2010

This place was the best place to go to watch the sunset. It was warm, you could sit in the shade on the soft grass
and it had the perfect angle to look up and see the sun go down over the Sangre de Christo Mountains.
The mountains got their name for the color the sun made from reflecting light of the peak into the clouds
the clouds would turn bright red and the surrounding sky would turn from pink to orange, and it would change until it started to become purple.
which signaled night time.
out here in New Mexico, the mosquitoes are almost non-existant, so staying outside at night is more fun than itchy and annoying.
I lived here in Albuquerque, with my Uncle Jimmy, who was really more like a working dad would be.
He was always out, always working even when he was home we didn't really hang out.
Today was a perfect day for me to watch the sky, mainly because it was 5 years to the day since my family had died in the fire,
I found that the sun left a nice fiery light in the sky as it was going down today so it helped for me to watch it go down,
each year doing this made dealing with their deaths easier.
Today I enjoyed my first day of my third week as a sophomore in highschool. which really means
today was heck, I was sectioned away from the other students because they were scared of me, and i think the teacher was too.
I didn't bother to do the work I just stared out the window next to my seat daydreaming.
it was almost lunch, when out of the blue some random guy appears outside of my window staring back at me.
he was wearing a brown trench coat, and a matching hat with sunglasses.
when the lunch bell rang I went outside to enjoy some alone time, but I was interrupted again by the guy from the window, he kept following me around, and it was really annoying
so finally I turned and faced him and rather tired of his game I asked, "what do you want from me freak?"
and the man sighed and replied, "tell me Victor, are you orange, green, or white?
"what do you mean by that?" I replied to him feeling very confused.
smiling he looked at me and said, "catholic, protestant, or neutral?"
and once more confused I replied, " I guess I'm white... why do you want to know? hey wait a second how did you know my name?!"
"I know because I need to know. I have no other reason." he said.
tired of his games, I got up and booked it for the road, where I ran across the street, and turned a corner, followed a side walk that leads to my house, and i finally went inside my home.
I didn't go back for 2 days, but on the third day, something was off about my uncle. he seemed stressed.

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