ZION
Red and blue flashing lights blinded my vision. The feeling of the cold, hard metal handcuffs that were being cuffed around my wrists made my skin tingle instead of hurting them. I was placed into the backseat of the officer's car and driven down to the station where my parents were surely waiting to kill me.
My parents were generally awesome considering they were immortal beings who wielded magic but they were just like any parents when it came to me always getting into some kind of trouble. They weren't always so hard on me. They understood why I did what I did. I never really fitted in with other kids. And I never really expected to consider I wasn't a mortal like them. I was different and everybody noticed that about me but I made it work. I owned it because I couldn't change what I was and I wouldn't change even if I could.
There was no name for me. A half-demon half-angel was never heard off until I came along. The creator nor did Lucifer know off my existence because my parents made sure to keep me hidden away but when they learned of it, they would surely seek to destroy me. I wasn't certain of how they concealed me so well especially since I've been getting into an enormous amount of trouble from the time I could remember.
"Zion!" my mother called, running up to me and smothering me. She did that often, always calling me her baby boy. As her son, it was expected but it was worse when you combined the fact of me being her son and her only child.
"Mum quit it!" I begged, shrugging away from the warmth of her touch. The light energy that coursed through her made her touch warmer than a mortal's mere touch and although I loved my mother, her touch made me uncomfortable most of the time. After years of being with her, I've learned to tolerate it.
"Zion, what have you done now?" My father asked, disappointed coloring his tone. I couldn't claim him. Over the past few years, I had given him many reasons to be disappointed in me, and although I always try to change my behavior. I inevitably attract trouble wherever I went.
My parents had to move across a countless number of states and I've gone through one school after another but you couldn't really blame me. I learned to break the rules from the very best. My parents clearly didn't do so well with rules that were how I came along.
The only rule I ever obeyed was never to use my magic in public. No one was to know what I was. My parents were scared of the creator or Lucifer finding out about me whereas I was more scared of being hunted down by the U.S government and them running a whole lot of tests on my family and me.
Yeah, I was that level of paranoid but that paranoia kept me in check. I had never used magic in front of mortals. Not even once! Although that was the only rule I ever obeyed, my father refused to teach me how to wield dark magic. He said I was too irresponsible and reckless and instead of me controlling the dark magic it would control me.
"Just another case of vandalism Mr. Collins," a fat, round officer said with a mouth full of jelly donuts.
Pig! I wonder if his parents ever taught him manners.
"Now, now. I don't think it's wise of you to say that," my mother subconsciously told me.
"Mum! Get out of my head!" I thought and shot her a dry look.
That was my mother for you. She could scale anyone's mind fence and camp herself there. She hardly did it to mortals because she thought it would creep them out and she was absolutely right about that. She had been doing it to me from the time I could possibly remember and I still wasn't use to it.
It was how she always knew when someone was lying or was about to do something they really shouldn't do. My mother was one of the best Angels of her time. She protected mortals with every fiber of her being. I didn't and still don't understand why she did so much for them when they were the most ungrateful and disrespectful creatures the creator could have created.
"What's the punishment this time?" my father asked the officer, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. Stress lines visibly formed onto his forehead as my mother rubbed his arm reassuringly.
"You have got to keep that boy in check Mr. Collins. He's lucky we caught him before he did the damage," the officer warned as he removed the handcuffs from my bonded wrists, "You all just moved into this town and we wouldn't want anyone getting into any sort of trouble, do we?"
My father let out a forced, strained laugh which was sore to the ears due to the deepness of his voice, "No we don't want trouble. He hasn't even started school yet. We were hoping that Sapphire Valley would be a good change for him. For all of us."
The officer nodded in understanding, "We are all a close-knit family. You won't find what we have here with anyone else," the officer winked at me smugly before turning on his heel and walking away from us.