Shadow Child: Craigy Boy's character contest

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This is for Craigy Boy's character contest :)

Submitted: December 04, 2011

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Submitted: December 04, 2011



Craigy Boy’s Character Contest

My name is Gage Demon. No, not demon as in the creature from hell, demon as in Dee-M?n. A lot of people get it confused. That’s probably the reason for all the suspicions about me. And people are right, I guess, in the way that they should be suspicious. Why? Well… I’m definitely not a demon… but I’m not goanna lie to you. I’m also definitely not human.  

It happened a few years ago, when was eleven. I was on the run, trying to get away from the city. I was thinking that, maybe, if I got far enough away, the officials wouldn’t be able to track me down. By officials, I meant police men, agents, FBI, whatever. Anything with power, to me, was an official. And all that meant was that I shouldn’t be afraid of them, but I should take notice of their authority. Simple as that.

Anyway, it was night and I trying to hide behind some buildings. I could hear sirens in the background, but none of them were close enough to become a threat. Still, I took precautions. I kept close to the shadows, melding my back up against the brick walls of apartments and keeping my feet flat on the ground. I thought if I made it out unnoticed, I’d be free.

What I hadn’t expected was running into an official base. I slid right up along their walls. I didn’t notice it until I got close to the windows. When I poked my head around to look, I got an eyeful of uniforms and shiny badges. There was at least four of them in there, all talking loudly about something. One of them, I remember, was on the phone.

Then they saw me.

I remember it was the guy closest to the window. He looked behind him, feeling eyes on him, I guess. At first he looked right past me. But then he looked straight at me.

I darted, running behind the apartments and trying desperately to disappear. I could hear the officers yelling after me, getting in their cars and driving into alleys. All I wanted was to be away from here. I had no idea where I was going, though, just away from here.

I guess that’s why I didn’t find out about myself until I was eleven. I was never looking to go anywhere, just away from where I was. I never had any actual picture of where I was going. Well, that day, I did.

I remembered Julia. I remembered her house, and that she had a family. A family that had liked me. They had wanted me. That is, until, the officials took me away.

So with the thought of Julia in my mind, and the motivation of going all the way to her house, I slipped behind a building. I remember running into the shadows, full speed. But then things get kind of fuzzy. I know that everything went black, and there was a moment where I felt like nothing at all; like I was an empty soul in the middle of a dead wasteland. And then…

I was at Julia’s.


I found out later that year that I was shadow child; a baby born of darkness that has the power to transport themselves through the shadows. That’s why I was put in a foster home at the moment of birth—that’s why I’ve never really had a true home.

In a way it’s haunting. When I’m Traveling—that’s what I call it when I slip into the shadows—I’m not alone. There are thousands of dead souls wandering around in the wasteland, begging to be let out. I’m the only one with the power to do so.

There are more of my kind, in fact, I’m good friends with Jerome, another shadow child. He’s eighteen, two years older than me, and he travels faster than anyone I’ve ever seen before.

Anyway, besides him there’s only one other person who knows my secret; Julia. I mean, after I showed up at her house in the middle of the night, I had to tell her. I mean, I didn’t know what was going on when I showed up, but ever since then I’ve kept in touch with her about it. I even lived at her house for a couple years.

I’m on my own now. I meet up with Jerome a lot, but we don’t see each other every day. It doesn’t bother me. I’m kind of a solo guy, you know, seeing as I have no family and I’m on the run every day of my life. The only good thing is it never gets old. I can Travel all day and never get tired of it. I guess it’s a good thing since I’ll be Traveling for the rest of my life.

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