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Luhan~
There's a common cliche that you see your life flash before your eyes right before your death, and in that moment, Luhan could see his past flashing beneath his warm hazel eyes. Fate works in an interesting way, ruining your life within a moment. He could feel his bones being crushed, a sickening snap to his ears. His last moments as a human being was just a series of colors, blurs of sounds and sensations. The pain hit him like a wave, sucking him down just as a tidal wave does a seashell.
He could hear an ear splitting scream, and then smudges of sensation. He could feel his broken body being transported and moved, and then a gas mask was slipped over his face. Beside him, he could feel someone sobbing.
He remembered opening his eyes for the first time after the operation, his family embracing him, yet something hadn't felt right. More symptoms had appeared, things like disinterest in food, yet he had uncontrollable urges to eat humans, an enticing smell wafting from each form when he was hungry. He had been freaked out, and then one of his eyes had turned black, his pupil blood red. Around this time, Ghoul attacks had been broadcasted through the news, each attack rapidly interviewed over the news and analyzed. It was during this time that Luhan found something odd about his new developments: Many of his symptoms matched that of a Ghouls.
The first year had been the hardest. He had struggled with Ghoul impulses, struggled with the psychological effects, and settled down for coffee and occasionally snatching a person off the streets. It definitely took him a long time, and at times, he had gotten depressed at watching his victims struggle before he killed them. His family began questioning his changes, why he was out so late, and why he had eaten so little when around them.
Blinking himself awake, Luhan struggled up staring at the offender that woke him up. Shutting the electronic beep of the alarm clock off, the teen wanted to shut his eyes and enjoy the last of his sleep and drowsiness. He could hear his mom humming downstairs and the sweet smell of pancakes. Rolling out of bed, he could hear his younger sister, Tian, getting ready. He shouldn't have been able to hear her quiet foot steps from across the house, yet his ears could pick up the sounds of nearly anything, reverberating through his head.
Getting dressed in a simple forest green t-shirt, a black sleeveless vest, and black jeans. Resting his black headphones on the base of his neck, Luhan walked into the bathroom brushing his previously ink black hair, which he had dyed an ashy brown shade.
With his bag slung over his frame and his new books in, he strode down stairs, letting his bag settle down at the base of his feet as he took a seat at the table, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek. His stomach lurched at the smell of the pancakes, his eyes revolted at the fluffy, sweet offender. His mother placed a plate stacked high with pancakes, drizzled with syrup, a fried egg and sliced fruit before him, before giving him a ruffle on the head. Taking his fork and knife, he dug in, not really chewing, just faking it before swallowing the vile food he would have wolfed down just a year ago.
Managing to finish his plate, Lu thanked him mom for the delicious meal. Springing up the stairs, he locked the door behind him in the bathroom before doubling over at the bathroom, throwing everything he had just eaten into the toilet. The texture, flavor, even the smell was just awful, morbidly disgusting.
With the taste of fresh mint in his mouth, he walked back down the stairs. "Have a good day at your new school, honey." Smiling, Luhan kissed his mom.
"Thanks, mom." Taking the coffee thermos on the table, he took a sip, melting into the smooth, velvety texture caress his throat. Bidding goodbye to his mom and younger sister goodbye, he slipped out the door.
His new high school was packed, and he could hear younger girls gossiping and giggling as he passed by in the hallways. Checking the slip of paper into his hand, Luhan looked up, his warm brown eyes taking in the class number. This was the right room. Opening the door, he walked in, finding the class already sitting down. The teacher looked up, "This is our new student. Please introduce yourself."
"Hello, my name is Luhan, pleased to meet you." He bowed, before the teacher directed him to a seat.
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