And so it begins... (Hooray for overused titles XD )

Trace was on his way home from school. Music blaring through his oversized headphones, he payed little attention to the people around him, seeing only blurs as he zoomed past on his skateboard. It was only a few blocks from the school to his house, but Trace knew his stepfather would be home and intended to stretch the trip out as long as he possibly could by taking a few detours - ones that were generally in the total opposite direction.

It's a decent day, sun is shining, so why not? Next stop, the park! he thought as he weaved through a herd of pedestrians. If he had any say in the matter, he would stay out until late, when his mum would get home, but he know better than to think he could get away with that - any time now his step dad would no doubt call and tell him to "stop messing around and get your ass home now."

Reaching the park, Trace stopped and decided to take a break under a tree, hoping to get a few moments peace before it all came crashing down. He kicked back, pulling his headphones down around his neck. Then, as he settled in for a short nap, head cast back against the tree trunk, he saw it. A huge vortex forming in the sky, right over the centre of town.

"What the hell is that!?" Trace exclaimed, leaping to his feet. Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small group of people staring at something. It only took a glance for Trace to realise they were staring at him. "Look! Up there! Can't you see that!?" He shouted at the group, waving at the sky. A moment later laughter reached Trace's ears. "See what? The sky!?" One of the bystanders called back to him.

Shocked, Trace returned his attention to the sky, just to make sure he'd actually seen it. It was still there, a spiralling mish-mash of light and colour, like a gaping wound in the cloudless blue sky. At that moment, a series of small, white comet-like lights detached themselves from the vortex with a roar of thunder, shooting off in different directions. Trace glanced back at the other people - they seemed to have heard the sound, but not seen the lights at all.

I dunno what's going on here... trace thought, hastily gathering up his stuff and jumping on his skate board, darting off in the direction of the closest 'comet' But it looks like things are about to get interesting!

3pm, the bell rings signaling the end of classes for the day. Razylin lets out a sigh, Another week home alone. His dad was only home on weekends, he held an executive position in some large business corporation. During the week his dad spends the nights in a small hotel room close to the office. He didn't have a mom anymore, she had died in an accident when he was 13.

Raz gathers his things and leave the classroom behind the others. Once outside the building he puts on his large black Skullcandy headphones, playing rock and metal music in his ears. He liked listening to dark heavy stuff. He was wearing one of his usual outfits, a white t-shirt depicting a masked Japanese warrior on horseback riding through a battle scene done in black and gray ink, a pair of baggy black cargo pants, black shades, black and gray backpack which resembled a skeleton's ribcage, and a pair of black and gray sneakers. Mostly all the clothes he usually wore were white, black, and gray, occasionally he would break the pattern by wearing a pair of blue jeans with a brown t-shirt but this wasn't one of those days.

He hadn't gotten far when a guy came flying by him from behind on a skateboard nearly running him over, that's when he decided to take a detour at the next corner to try to avoid most of the people flooding out of the schools and universities. He lived in a large apartment complex that was about an hour walk away. He was in no rush to get there, it's not like he had anything to go home to so he walked. Just the same old routine, walk home, do homework, make dinner, then sit at his desk in his room surfing the web on his computer and fiddling with electronics and hardware while catching up on posts on certain sites where he is known under the username of TechNinja. However something broke the usual routine that day while he was walking home.

There wasn't much of a crowd on along the street he was walking on. Raz was just minding his own business, absent-minded with his headphone blaring and probably wouldn't of notice a thing if it hadn't almost hit him in the face. A streak of light went flying by right infront of his nose colliding with the trash cans in the alley next to him. It startled him and he fell back landing on his ass on the hard concrete sidewalk. The weirdest part is that it seemed no one else noticed it. The few people around him were just staring at him like he was crazy.

"You alright?" Someone asked from nearby, "What happened you see a ghost or something? Come on I'll help you up." Razylin accepts the helping hand, telling the guy he's alright. "I just must of slipped or something." Then the guy continued on his way.

Curious Raz walks into the alley, about halfway through it he comes up to a group of trash cans. Two of them where knocked over as if hit aside, one had a pretty large dent. Okay... I didn't just imagine it so why didn't anyone else notice anything? Then there it was, a small glowing light shining from between the trash cans that were still left standing, and Raz slowly begins to approach it.

Trace reached the place he'd thought the 'comet' had landed in a matter of seconds by following the increadibly loud 'boom'. It was on the other side of the park, at the old toilet block that was set to be destroyed and rebuilt some time in the next couple of months. Heading for the closest entrance, Trace noticed what looked like burn marks of some kind on the tiled floor. This is insane!! It was only then that he noticed the twisted chunks of metal that once made up the hardened gauze door of the girls toilets.

Trace hesitated only a moment, deciding he didn't care what society said about boys entering girls toilets, because something far more importnat was going on, and he had to know what it was. Edging his way inside, Trace noticed that three of the cubicles on one side had been destroyed by whatever had landed there. A moment later, he found himself diging through the debris trying to find exactly what that was. It didn't take long for him to find it - it was just a matter of moving one big piece of wood out of the way, and...

"Holy shit!!" Trace exclaimed, not caring who heard him sware. Somewhere deep inside, under the massive shock he felt, some small part of him decided that this situation was deffinatly worthy of sware words, and that there were likely more to come. There, lying unconcious among the debris, was a strange purple canine like creature. It had a green patch of fur over it's belly, and black patterning down it's back that somewhat resembeled that of a tiger. On each of it's upper paws it had three claws, and on the lower ones it had four. It's long, mostly black tail closely resembled that of a fox.

Whatever that thing is... from the mess it made, it's no wonder it's unconscious!! How the hell did nobody hear that impact!? Unsure what to do, Trace just stared a moment, still holding up the large chunk of wood he'd moved off of the creature. I guess I should try and move him out of there... He lay the piece of wood aside and bent over the bizare creature, noting it was almost the same size as him. Careful of his footing, Trace dug his arms under the creature, scooping it up rather easily. He's lighter than he looks... Now what should I do with him?

While he was still debating wether to lay the beast out on a clear patch of tiles in the toilets where no one could see him, or out on the much softer grass, a bright light coming from his own hand caught his attention. Staring at it over his burden, Trace realised that something solid had formed in his hand. He was so surprised he almost dropped the creature. he shifted the weight around to get a better look at what he now held. It was a strange black device in the shape of what looked to Trace something like an upside down triangel. it had a purple ring around a small screen in the centre, and four small buttons of the same colour, arranged in '+' shape just below it. Attached to the top was a clip, and down one side was a slit, which Trace guessed would be just wide enought to maybe swipe a credit card through. What the hell? This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder...