Casper regretted all of the days he’d spent complaining silently to himself about not having anything to do, sure he had found his ‘new life’ rather boring or at least he thought he had, it was nothing like the past he’d experienced. The excitement and the thrill every time he and his father drove all the way across the country or jumped in a plane to go overseas. He hadn’t been old enough to hunt yet but he would stay awake and up late every night in the dodgy hotel rooms waiting for his father to return and tell him detail by detail on how he destroyed the latest Creature they’d tracked down and back then, the young blonde boy who more often than not was mistaken for a female could not wait until he was old enough to hunt these Creature’s on his own. To have the chance to finally be the one slaying them seemed like a lifelong dream that wouldn’t come fast enough. Casper hadn’t known much about dreaming back then, his future had already been chosen for him, he’d been prepared for it and trained for it, and it was all he’d ever known. All that had changed though, that tragic day two years ago and the teenager’s world had been turned upside down.
Nothing had been the same since that day just as Casper knew that nothing would ever be the same. Everything his father had taught him was a lie, a twisted warping of reality made up by a mentally ill man. Often Casper wondered if things would have been different if he’d just stayed in the hospital and let the government slowly merge him back into reality but no, he’d escaped the place the first chance he was able to walk without falling over and instead of slowly joining society again as someone normal he’d thrown himself smack bang in the middle of it, in a small town where nothing happened. A peaceful place really and just last week he’d hated it, it had been boring but now, things were different yet again and if this was what a peaceful quiet life involved, the nineteen-year-old wanted nothing to do with it.
Boring life had taken a drastic turn and it had left Casper in a far from good mood. The whole green thing had him suspicious, he wanted to see the papers from the scientist himself to see if he could decipher something more out of them because right now the whole explanation wasn’t making much sense to him, so that was his plan for later that day maybe seeing it on paper would ease his mind. And as if his plans for the day were not bad enough, the dark circles under his eyes were evident that he’d barely slept, of course that probably had something to do with the fact that he’d woken up on a Clarks Hill Lake itself, quite literally actually, he was floating on his mattress in the middle of the fucking thing, how he’d gotten there he had no idea at all but paranoia and previous lessons in life that he should have probably ignored had him on high alert and had him carrying a dagger in his shoe and a switchblade in his pocket. Oh, and not only that, but he was starving.
Unable to remember the last time he ate something that was actually half decent for him and with a quick glance at the clock in the town centre he veered right and headed inside the little sandwich shop on the corner. Dressed in his usual grey jeans that were now just a little too large for him, combat boots and a baggy, over-sized and slightly torn sweater the young blonde made his way up to the counter, chewing on his lower lip as he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins he’d stolen early from the small wishing well in town and dumped them clumsily on the counter. With all the small change there was probably only just enough to buy a slice of bread let alone a full sandwich. “Er...hi...what can I get for this?”