Walking Shadows 4: the life of Cyrus.

Cyrus Kanakarides didn’t ask for a lot in this world. His parents may have been the richest folks in all of Rhode Island, but he left that life behind on purpose. It took him years to escape his parent’s clutches. He wanted nothing from his unloving father or his controlling mother.

He set up here to be as far from them as possible, a simple apartment, a good if low paying job at a hotline for troubled teens. He had plenty of time to focus on his art. He didn’t need more than that. He liked the simple life, free from the past.

It never lasted.

He didn’t know who the two men standing in his apartment might be. He didn’t really care at this point. All he knew is his apartment was destroyed, their three victims were laid out on the floor and more super-freaks were responsible.

He summoned a wave of pure sound energy to his hands. It formed like a ball of invisible force, only a low controlled hum emanated from it.

The bigger man, a twenty something hipster of mixed blood, started towards him. “Dude, it’s not what you — ”

Cyrus hurled the blast of sonic force at the man. The hum grew to a scream as it flew out and smashed hard into the hipster’s chest.

“Garrett!” the other man yelled.

Fueled only by anger, Cyrus turned his attention to his other victim.