Elijah came back to reality gasping. He felt his throat to find that he had not yet died and found himself laying on the concrete covered in blood. The monster had disappeared. His missing leg was attached to him like it had never left, his leg which had been impaled was without a scratch. He knew that he didn’t dream up the monster. After all he was covered in blood. To make sure it wasn’t a dream Elijah walked over to the forest to where he remembered seeing his leg land. Laying there under the bush was a leg covered in blood. Elijah gagged at the sight and turned around to head back to his house but keeled over vomited just next to the foot path. He felt dizzy and confused. Confused as to what just happened and confused as to why it happened to him.

Elijah made his way home occasionally stumbling and losing his balance until he reached the door to his house. He lent on it asking for any support he could get without saying a word. He fumbled whilst pulling out the keys. It was difficult to him. For once he had experienced an emotion that he had never before had. He didn't like it. He felt sick but he couldn't throw up anymore. After a lot of effort he managed to find the right key to insert but, his hands were shaking so much that aiming to get the key in took him by surprise he never thought that it would be such an arduous task to try and  open the door. 

The door flung open smashing into the wall leaving a mark on it. Just as the door closed Elijah had collapsed onto the ground shaking. He was scared. Fear had complete control over him and he hated the fact that he knew it. He was struggling to get back on his feet but he kept trying. He was curious, curious as to what the emotion 'fear' looked like. He dragged himself upstairs leaning upon the rail that felt like it was going to break off at any moment. All he could hear was the sound of his heart racing and his breath. His breath was coarse and it hurt coming up his throat but he still soldiered on. He needed to know. He was too curious to let this chance pass him by. He had never felt this emotion and he never wanted to again but he wanted to know how it looked.

After a long struggle up the stairs he finally stood above them. A strange feeling of victory came rushing through him. He turned around and gave the stairs a smug look only to come to the realisation that he was probably insane. He crept into his room where he had the only mirror that would show his entire body. He gazed at the mirror his body which had seemed tough was now weak and frail. His tall structure was now bent over clutching his stomach. His average face now looked different his eyes were not average any more they were filled with fear and an experience the experience that he had nearly died and his most noticeable feature his snow white hair now had a stain of black on his fringe just above his eyes. He looked at himself head to toe taking note of all his features. His pants were missing the sleeve on the right leg and the other sleeve had a hole where the shadow spear had made its entrance. Elijah looked at himself drenched in blood, tattered cloths and a new expression on his face he wasn't used to yet. He started to undress and dumped his clothes in an empty basket he had lying on the floor. As he turned he caught a glimpse of his body in the mirror and noticed that he had a mark on his chest where his heart was located. It was a black mark that looked a tattoo it had a wave like structure that gave out a faint glow. He touched it to see if he was able to wipe it off but alas it did not. He stared at the mirror for a few more minutes. What was this mark? Why was it on him? 

After a shower Elijah had finally finished his freak out session then sat on his bed still drying his hair with a towel. He didn't know how to explain the situation. All his life was quiet and peaceful but now he had a feeling that it was going to change. He didn't like that feeling of knowing it was going to change he didn't like change and especially when it was going to happen to him. The mark could be seen through his white t-shirt, just barely, but he didn't want anyone to know he had it. He tested on his spare uniform to make sure the mark did not come through. He knew he wasn't popular because he made sure it was like that but he remember the unwanted attention he received that day. He was glad to see that he wasn't able to see the mark through his uniform, maybe he could get through school without anyone noticing. All he had to do was to keep up what he was doing at school and he would stay as a student that no one would ever notice. He smiled a little at the thought of peace and quiet. 

He lay in bed staring out the only window in his room and looked at all the lights on in the city, They looked really beautiful and he liked the view he could see out his ordinary window.