Damian silvak found himself walking down an abandoned street. Or at least abandoned part way, The plows never ever plowed this street cause there were so little people that lived on it. The sidewalk itself was covered with about 6 inches of white fluffy snow. Making it nearly impossible to walk down the sidewalk. So instead he was quite literally walking down the middle of the road, which wasnâ€™t as bad as the side walk. But pretty damn close to it. He had his hands stuck in zip up black hoddie, that had the band name "Linken park"  written in bold on it. He had the hood over his head so that the snow flakes wouldnâ€™t decorate his jet black hair with white speckles.  His dark blue jeans were held up by a black belt, and he wore black Nike sneakers. It was that time of year. Where it was winter break or rather that vacation time right after mid terms in collage. He was gonna be 19 soon, and he was in his freshman year. All thanks to his spirit. The little rascal knew everything, or how to get around almost everything.  He named the spirit Loki. After the god of mischief. Which well was fitting. He remembered three years ago, when he first met the spirit. It couldnâ€™t really be called a blessing, and nor could it be called a curse. So he thought that the name Haunted would be a fitting way to describe the situation.  He began to recall that first meeting as the snow pelted the ground, and made the ground soft, and  wet under his feet.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It was a sunny day and all he could do was run. Run away from his father who was a dickhead, and mother who wanted him to be a lawyer. The world had funny was of screwing with you,  making you want to curl into a ball , and cry. His feet pounded on the grassy terrain of the forest. His feet never stopping. Then suddenly a voice rang through his head. One that he had never heard before. It was deep , and soft. With the hint of male in the voice. " Bummer. Take a left before you trip over an unseen rock." The voice spoke. It was unusual , and Damian began to think he was insane. But listened to the voice in his head.[.i]  "Running away nowâ€¦well I can help you survive."  Again the voice startled him dearly. As he came upon a clearing the forest. He saw a jet black fox who was about the height of a normal wolf. But had dark blood red glowing eyes, and nine tails. The fox stared at him as if he knew the boy, and was willing to speak. That was when the fox made his decent towards him. He was frozen but realized that the voice must have belonged to the fox. Without realizing it he had given the fox the name Loki. A very fitting name indeed for the trickster fox."</span><br/><br/>He was brought back from his memory as he reached the end of the street. Coming to a main road that had cars whizzing by.  He often wished he could be a carâ€¦That was when he noticed a girl heading towards him. He cocked his head in interest. It had been a while since he had a girl.