The new truth

It was my 13th birthday. My mom had died in a fire that was an "accident" because the gasoline stove was left on which is kind of foolish that a stove could cause that big of a fire, Of course, that's only if you ask me, others just wave it away and say its an accident. My name is Connor, I live in Manhattan, living on the streets. I always wondered what really happened to my family. Back then the day of the fire. It was the morning and my birthday. Like always my father never decided to show up, that's the reason I never met him. It's like he's hiding in the shadows he left me and my mom four months before I was born. On my 13th birthday, I expected him not to be there, and he wasn't. My mom had made me some ham and eggs, which I devoured. I left to go to school and expected another miserable day. I fall into the uncool-lame group of kids and so I get teased and made fun of for no reason, though today was actually pretty good. One of the popular-kids who teases me got detention. So I thought today was going to be a good day but when I come back to the house I see a giant tiger-like figure with glowing yellow eyes glare at me furiously inside the burning fire and then white smoke appeared and it disappeared. I was scared and sad and mad and worried. I did not feel anything really at the first second I saw the fire all I thought was of those glowing eyes, and that was before I thought a second later that my mom might still be in the burning flames, later that day found out my mother died. Currently, if you're curious about what I'm doing at the moment, I'm hiding in an ally next to Henry's Hotdogs. I went there before and the food was pretty decent, so every now and then I would snatch a few snacks. Most of the time I stayed at the public park to look like just another kid hanging out with their friends since kids liked to hang out and talk there after school. I was walking down the ally when I saw something. It had glowing orange eyes. I hated it. I hated being reminded of my mother's death. I was furious when I thought this could be the figure that was in the fire, the person or animal that killed my mother. I confronted it. It was fighting a human with shark teeth and giant bat wings. My first thought was Oh My LORD, then the shark-bat thing bit into the figure that was shaped in a fox, not a tiger. Then I was what they were fighting over, A staff there was another figure who was human, at least I'm 79% sure. The human liked figure vanished into the shadows and disappeared. Then the scary thing with big wings (its new name) turned around and said

"Your welcome"

"Wa-what!?" I shakily asked

"That Riser was going to kill you" It responded calmly

"What's a Riser and WHY WAS IT TRYING TO KILL ME!?" I screamed

"Your not what you think you are, I'm here to help you," He said

"Okay fine you're here to help me now I have another question WHAT. ARE. YOU." I told him

"I'm a Blark, Half-human, quarter bat, quarter shark." He informed me

"How is that possible? That does not exist!" I yelled

"Yes to you it does not exist that's why I'm telling your everything you know and believe is wrong."

Okay, so this weird Blark thing decides now everything I learned from my entire life is a lie? This guy has some NERVE!

"Okay so tell me "Blark" what do you want me to do now?" I asked

"My name is Wren, Not Blark and I would like you to come with me," He said

"Why would I walk away with a stranger?!" I snapped back

"For two reasons one, I saved your like. Two I know what killed your mother."