Vandren Wells slurped his latest coke can, sitting on front of comic store bench. In plastic bag he had latest issue of 'Vixen', a two years ago published comic about girl (who was woman now) who was offspring of a human and feline humanoid. Who had started develop her powers during teenage years. of course there was more story to than that but most reason why comic sells is all naked skin exposed and it was more hentai comic than manga. Not to mention 'Vixen' was wanted by many corporations and organizations just one purpose; for genetic engineering and breeding programs to try slice her alien DNA and add it to more humans as possible with varied means. Also pair of classic comic issues were in the bag; Hulk vs Wolverine and Spiderman vs Spiderman issues.<br/><br/>After finishing his coke can he discarded it by tossing to near by trash can, his can loudly clanked on edge of the trash bin and missed. But Vandren was not bothered by it nor wanted rise up and pick it up and place it proper place. He was wearing his usual jeans, boots and his leather jacket, fingerless gloves and shirt. Then sharo persisten beeping started heard fro his jacket, he slides out something unusual for kid from Cutter would have; A pocket sized computer. Well, cellphone and computer mix known as 'ABG-11 Pocketpal with wireless net connection'. It is nice for online net games what Vandren plays, not good as computer in home but almost and he can surf and watch movies from net or download porn or anime. But annoying part is that it has 'phone' installed to it. To use it he needs shift the structure of the item to more suited for phone calls. Not to mention Vandren dislikes that people can call him and shout through it he's late from this or that or he needs come here or there.<br/><br/>Thankfully the caller was his mother who asked; "Vandren, how your interview went with print office in the town?" Vandren replied; "Not much about it, just told I was eager and ready to work but they took some kid who had graduated from two uni's or something. How much education it needs change ink from print machines and package them up I wonder." Mother replied; "Awww, sad to hear that. Well better luck in next job interview then. Anycase start come back home, news told about some accident which has already spread to Iron Belt." Vandren nodded and replied to the phone; "Okay, I come at nine of clock train like usual. I love you." While mother replied Vandren closed the phone. he had blatantly lied to his mother now. He had not even<em>went</em>to the interview which was completely his father's idea. He had spend whole day in comic store and eatting junk food and coke for lunch (despite mother gave enough pocket money to go buy real food from store but Vandren does not bother search through sales the cheapest most easily cooked meal).<br/><br/>He reaches into plastic bag and starts read first chapter of newest 'Vixen', read around near eight of clock and then move to the subway and head back home in the Cutter. Suddenly his vision blurs, shading everything to red or dark purple and his ears start ring loudly! Vandren gasps and quickly places his hands on his ears! Try block whatever sound they picked up! The sound feels almost split his head into half! Magazine fell lay on atop his thighs while he crouches while his whole body shakes and feels burning up! After moment grimacing the odd sound goes away and his body calms down. Vandren breathes laborously, his brow sweating he wipes it with back of his hand. Catching his breath he coughs little and thinks;<em>Fuck, these are growing worser! It was not this bad last year but now in few months they grown painful! Perhaps I should do what my mother has told me already several times; go see a doctor. But if I go there and they do not find anything unusual like last time my father yells again at me and blames me to be on drugs on something, like most other kids are.....but the freaking asshole does not believe I am clean!</em>One old lady stared with frown on Vandren, both magazine and with scorn how he had behaved second ago. Already see her judging Vandren to be like other kids today; drug addicts bastard child.<br/><br/>Vandren did not give fuck on that, all poorer community kids are given same treatment everywhere else. Not that Vandren can blame them, as they are most likely correct in their assumptions. If it was not for his strict hard working parents and his mother's care, he would had ended up become junkie and gansta already. But now....he is just good for nothing lazy kid who loved games and comics. Vandren picked up the fallen magazine and started read, with no odd sessures starting again in his body. While reading the comic and focusing on it, he forgets short time how big loser he is with his own life.