Texan Angel: Prologue
Lucas Adrian Kerr
(Numb by Linkin Park)

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

His name was Lucas Adrian Kerr.

He was born of fire, lost through pain, and raised by the God of the Moon.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
And every second I waste is more than I can take.

He'd slain many, saved more, and defeated the armies of Hell alongside The Guardians.

His wings had been stained red with the blood of his friends, and his hands were tainted black with the souls of his enemies.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.

And he was dying.

Texan Angel: Chapter 1 – Difference
"People fear what they don't understand.
It doesn't make it any better on who they fear to have an explanation, though."

It's the first year he's really figured out he's different. The first time he realizes that no matter what his gramps says, being special isn't a good thing; it labels him a freak and tosses him aside like an old soda can.

"Lucas No-name!"

He's seven. He's seven, and all the kids avoid him like he's got chicken pox, treating him like he's invisible half the time and an idiot the other half.

"Guys, guys, guess what I heard the other day!"

"What?"

"Lucas got another one right!"

"Really? But- that's so weird! "

He knows he's weird, Lucas practically has it tattooed onto the inside of his eyelids, knows the fact like he knows the back of his own hands with their scars and spots and dirt beneath his nails. Why do they keep bringing it up to tease him relentlessly about it?

"What a freaky child…"

"Adam! Come back here! Don't go near him!"

He could hear them. What, did they think he was deaf? Did they honestly believe that he was completely blind to their insults and fear of him and his Grandfather? Why is it that he couldn't talk to anyone else his age without them being dragged away from him?

Weren't adults meant to be loving and accepting? Weren't they meant to try and take care of kids, instead of treating them like monsters?

Lucas knows that it's weird that when he burns from staying in the sun for hours on end, and seems to go whiter instead of tanned, or when he gets into all these scrapes that should've killed him but never seem to. Knows it's weird that his touch is cooler on old man John's fever than the doctor's medicine, knows that his staring at the sky and the birds that swoop there on white wings is strange, knows that the police won't ever listen to him again after the incident where he told them that a 'dark thing' was stalking Marcus O'Kelly and the teen got murdered by a pair of psychopathic tourists a few weeks later.

Maybe being different wasn't that bad when you were someone else, but when you were him in the here and now, surviving in a town of a hundred and ten, he's just treated like a nothing and he shunned like he's a killer.