His hands clumsily grabbed for his mothers leg to hold on to it. He had just learned how to walk and still had a little difficulty to keep his balance. Luckily her pants weren’t skin-tight so he actually could grasp the textile and protected his booty just in time from another fall.

He giggled happily about his success, glancing up to his mother who smiled warmly back at him.
But something was different today, they had a guest. He didn’t look mean but a bit creepy. The stranger wore black skinny pants and a long coat over it. But what caught his attention was the white fluffy looking scarf, which he wanted to touch so badly. There also was a big glittery red broken heart on the back of the coat. It had something futuristic and it attracted the boy. But when he tried to walk towards him, the man would step back in return until the smaller one felt down. He just couldn’t reach him, and his mother always brought him back if she saw him walking away from her. She didn't seem happy about the boys attempts to have contact with the visitor. They didn’t talk either and it was odd because his mother usually was really talkative. So he tried, but the man only glanced at him and turned away. Any attempt the boy came up with got ignored. Until his mother lost her patience. and once again picked him up but this time put him into his kids chair on the table.
“Dinner will be ready soon. Could you draw a picture for mummy in the mean time?”

She hurried out of the room to search for some crayons and paper, to give to the boy.
To busy between cooking and being mum she probably missed the thankful nod the stranger gave her. However the boy hadn’t missed it. And the movement attracted him to observe his face. It was sharp and looked just like a triangle. Perfect to draw it and he added two lines as eyes with tree lashes pointing down to it. Amazed how it already looked like the man he continued the doodle. A rectangle shaped coat with a big red crossed heart in it and it was finished.
Proudly he reached forward to show the man his artwork. He seemed to be surprised and caught off guard by the smaller once detailed art work. Though it was hard to see anything else than black and red in the painting of a baby and it was far away from the things the boy was seeing. The stranger lost his composure for a moment and as only when he regained it he started to wave hectically with his hands. He shouldn’t be drawing him. This was a violation against the number one rule in his contract. Never leave evidence at your work place because it was impossible to do your job right once you got attached to the family you have to work with.

To the boy it looked entertaining so he started to copy it, still with his painting in his hands. But than his elbow hit against the pencil and the purple coloured one dropped.
His mother stood with her back to him, and the deep-fry pans were too loud to catch the happening behind her. For the boy it was a misery that lead to wet eyes, after all purple was his favourite colour. But he was determined to get it back. Bold he leaned over to reach at the coloured wood and almost over tumbled out of his seat if the stranger hadn’t pulled him back at his shirt just in time. After all it would have been his fault if something would have happened to him, which in the end would have lead to a change of destiny. No, he couldn’t risk such a thing and therefore he also gave the pencil back to the now happily beaming boy. Of course, he had to add this on his drawing, just because it was purple and his favourite.
After a while his mother glanced over her shoulder to check on him. The boy was giggling by himself and she couldn’t help but to feel a chill crawl down her spin when she saw him like this. She decided to take a look at his drawing which might explain his excellent mood, but she regretted her decision momentarily once she spotted the picture.

It was a dark rectangle with a red heart a triangle head. In one line she supposed to be an arm it held something long and purple. And tough she assumed the big red circle should be a smiling mouth it looked indescribable scary to her.
“That’s not daddy isn’t it?”

“Munmun!”
The boy said cheerfully.

She pointed at her self.
“Do you mean mummy?”
But the boy shook his head and pointed into the living room.

He rarely spoke or reacted when someone spoke with him. First, they were worried he might not hear well, but after the doctor had taken a look at him he assured her that everything with her boy was completely fine. "He would speak eventually once he feels encouraged enough", he'd said and she didn’t miss the hint of accusation in his voice. But how could she embolden him if he prefers to speak with things she couldn’t see.

The sound of breaking glass appalled the young woman. She could only react on instinct, lifting her son up to run upstairs with him. She couldn’t tell why but she had the feeling that what ever broke into her house was after him. Since he seemed to be a very special boy and even though he so often acted weirdly he was her biggest treasure. The stranger already stood in the bedroom she chose to flee in. Glancing guiltily towards the bed and than back at her with a pity he wasn’t supposed to feel.
But once again she hadn’t token any note of him, since she was busy to close the door as careful as possible to not reveal where they would hide at. She knew she didn't have much time left and so she rushed to find a safe place for her trembling baby boy. The wardrobe might not be the most creative place to hide him, but it could be closed which gave her a safe feeling. If the hamper hadn't been in the laundry room she would have hidden him in there. Quickly she pulled some sheets out to wrap them around him, before carefully placing him in between the layered bed linen to make sure he couldn’t be found easily even if the closet would get opened. It eased her to know there was a lock between him and what ever was after him.
Only than when she felt she had done all she could to protect her boy she reached for the mobile to inform the police.
He hadn’t dared to move yet, because his mother's fearful face made him scared as well. But the boy soon became curious and he freed his head to spy between the door gaps.

He couldn’t see that well so he sat up, he saw his mother walking up and down in the room, and check on the windows. The strange man who had stood next to the bed before wasn’t there anymore. He wanted to pound against the door because he didn’t want to be captured in such a dark place all alone. However, before he even could think about he heard a terrifying sound of breaking wood. But more frightening than the crack of the tearing wood was his mother's high pitched scream.
It made him want to cry along as well, he was so terrified he couldn’t even move.
The next thing he remembered was that the vision got black as a soft cold hand covered his shocked wide eyes. He was softly pulled backwards and he stumbled into a soft and oddly warm lap. Too far away to see through the gaps anymore the hands softly pulled away and instead lay on his ears, sheltering them from any sound from the outside.

But it wasn’t completely silence since there was this voice in his head. It sounded like the black keys on a piano, so different from any shaded of voices he had listened too. Though he hadn’t heard so many yet he knew this one was special. It sung and sung so loud that there was nothing except this song. He couldn’t hear his mother’s agony or her death rattle before the wheezing sound ceased in a last painful gasp.  Every tune became a colour and suddenly he was in a huge city black and white and full of coloured lights.

… Concrete jungles where dreams are made of, there is nothing you can’t do …

Was the last thing he understood before the very different lullaby let drift him of. Protected by the shadows and the song only he could hear. He didn’t need to fear anything in this world, right?
When he woke up he was covered between the bed sheets like his mother had hidden him in.
There was an unknown face hunched over him. The boy flinched back but the man was too relieved to care and just picked him up.
“I found him!” he yelled and someone started to run upstairs despite the protest and warnings he got. He didn’t care as he had just lost his wife and all he wanted is to see his son now.
“He is alright, sir... “ The policeman assumed since the boy looked very much alive and not hurt at all.
But the shaking man just wanted to see it himself and when he finally did he brought down to his knees and started to sob. He pressed the bundle of small human against him, as if his life depended on it. The man hadn’t seen the blood massacre in the bedroom, but the plain faces of the policemen who did was enough for him to imagine the disaster.
All of sudden out of his perfect, happy married life had been ruined, he had become a single father and it didn’t help at all that his son decided to finally start to speak.
“Where is munmun?”

Little did he know that his son hadn’t asked for his mother.

The boy knew already that she never would return to him.

Wooyoung’s seat is in the middle row left. His desk is close to the door and as far away from the windows as possible which explains why no one has taken this seat yet. It doesn’t bother him as much as it should and to his own surprise he even likes that place. It is perfect to stare at the back of the thing he was looking for. Apparently it seems to be a boy. Or at least he figures that he is a boy because he isn’t sure about humans yet, but he has a decent stronger scent of sweat hafting on him, and hasn’t used a strong sweet perfumed shampoo like the ones with the long hairs do, so he is pretty confident that his object of desire is a male human.
It is his very first school day and he is already sure he hates it. Those small white rooms with barely enough air and the flashy neon light were things he isn’t used to. His forest has a dense canopy of leaves and below is the thick, foggy carpet. Barely any light seeps through and if it is a lot gloomier and it's colour is green like everything around. His forest is painted in green and blue and they are barely exceptions like the red of some flowers or the blood on his finger. The wind is always wet and full of smells but here the air is dry and it irritates his nose. It might as well be the strong odours humans need to overuse and it is hard to track someone’s perspiration in it.

How do humans feel comfortable here? Comfortable enough that they even stay a quarter of their life in it.

He couldn’t understand but it isn’t important either since there was something he needs to observe. When he has passed the boy his heartbeat has rose, and this should be impossible. Only animals and hybrids could be able to feel his hunting nature and the danger they are in. But he is supposed to be a normal boy and if he isn’t all his hope would be crushed once again.
He wants to be sure he doesn’t kill something useless to him. However, he sure did need a little meal considering he hasn’t eaten anything since he has left his forest.
 

Furtively, he flips away his pencil, watching as it drops to the ground with a loud click. It rolls forward and almost touches the chair he was aiming for, the one his prey sits on. his lips amusedly he waits for the perfect time to reach forward to get it. Not letting this opportunity slip to carefully observe him and clandestinely sniff his back.

Human, he has to be human, he thinks while he grabs his pencil. With a mix of feelings he is just about to crawl back to his seat when he caught a weird movement and than everything happens in seconds. A black cat with silver coated fur and green eyes stares at him before it starts to meow fearfully, causing its owner to awkwardly cough in a desperate attempt to cover up the sound his cat has made. Wooyoung just reaches his seat in time before the head of his new teacher turns around furiously glancing at the owner of the pet.
“Hwang Chansung!! How often do I have to tell you that cats aren’t allowed in school. Especially not in my class!”

She is obviously trying hard to hide her anger, but Wooyoung can see right through her.
It wasn’t just the rules she cares for, she herself seems to dislike cats. Otherwise her reaction makes no sense.

“Young man, off to the principal now, and take the furry thing with you!”

Yes he was certain she hates cats. Wooyoung could understand her - he himself doesn’t like cats that much. They always have this downgrading glance, and most importantly they are unpredictable.

Watching his delicious meal  exit the classroom he finally feels the relief washing over him. He isn’t a hybrid; it was just his cat’s heartbeat that distracted Wooyoung’s senses.

The school day passes painfully slowly. Chansung has returned to class after he got scolded by the director,  who also took care of his cat until after school, or at least that were the things that Wooyoung could hear when he eavesdropped. Not only does he feel anxious, he could sense it on Chansung as well. His human isn’t comfortable without the cat around and Wooyoung couldn’t help but to find the thought ridiculous. Granted, humans were weak and not able to do anything without help, not even a simple fire. No, they needed lighters for it.  But a cat isn’t helpful as well, though they were able to tell illusions apart. So maybe it isn’t such a bad idea to rely on one, at least this boy was smarter than his classmates. Out off al those stubborn and dumb humans he has met this one is bearable. He nearly starts to feel sorry but even so there is no way he could let him go. Surviving sadly means making harsh decisions and his own life is more worth than the one of a human being. They are over populated anyway. Besides, he doesn’t have to come back to this school once he found the liver he is searching for, so there is no need to pity a endurable colleague’s miss.

Wooyoung isn’t someone who often is fortunate in his life, however somehow the spirits seem to be with him today. He has found his prey quick and when the school finally ends the sun is about to set. The deep red glowing sky looks so beautiful just like the life liquid that seeks through a fresh wound. He is excited, and full of anticipation, but he knows he needs to be more patient if he wants his hunt to be successful. Confident in his ability to trail his track Wooyoung keeps a decent distance.

But to chase isn’t the difficult part of hounding, it was the timing which counts. Thanks to the dusk, the streets are somber despite the early shining streetlights. Now all he has to do is to wait until the streets are empty so that no one could witness the kill. It doesn’t take long since the boy even goes alone into a back alley, probably a shortcut to his home which he will never reach. People who walk in the twilight into such dark places ask for shadow creatures like him to eat them alive. It is his own fault and wrong decision. It almost is too easy and Wooyoung couldn’t believe his luck as he happily rushes afterwards. He nearly trips over his shoes, before his transforming feet struggle out of them and he safely land on his four paws. But not only have his feet changed their appearance but his whole body is still itching because of the sudden growing hairs. Nothing he isn’t used too. It’s always like this when his skin becomes fur again. His ears slowly grow and their position changes as well. His booty hurts a little until his pants tear apart to make space for the tail which just seems to plop out. His nose on the other side almost disappears until there is nothing than a black wet spot left. He his now very sharp teeth with his long tongue. Enjoying the so much more familiar body, feeling how his senses get sharper and his magic returns to him. The boy seems to have sensed that’s something is off, since he started to run all of sudden. It doesn’t really bother Wooyoung though, once his transformation is complete it will be easy to catch up with him. With his now golden witty eyes he can see as clear in the darknesss as in the daylight. It is a beneficial side effect that his body releases adrenalin if he changes.
Soon he is dashing at a high speed, thanks to his four legs, and he only needs to swoop down on his prey when suddenly something hits him so hard that he slams against the building. Confused about the occurance he stares in disbelief at the giant black demon in his way. Wooyoung is a magical mystery creature himself, but he rarely sees others creature as him.
The happiness to see a fellow species keeps within limits, since the giant animal like critter just blocked his way and the opportunity to catch his liver. Wooyoung might be able to fight against it, but it is stronger than him, and his magic has become kind a rusty since he never has needed it back in the forest. A trial of strength definitively isn’t smart, especially since he still is hungry and weak. So he has no other options left than to escape. Regretfully, he slinks toward his home. He doesn’t want to be seen with his torn pants and staining shirt. Some of the buttons of his new jackets are missing as well.
Sure he should have been more careful, but he hadn’t known that he would need to wear it a second time.