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"Raaaaaaagh!"

*Shink*

*Poomfp*

*CRACK*

'Another one gone.' Slowly, I reach down and grab the broken pieces of the gem so no one else finds it. God knows what would happen if the government decided to take an interest in these things and either try to reverse engineer them, domesticate them or replicate.

'Seriously, how many more of those things are there? That makes an even two dozen now.' Looking around, I take in the destroyed park around me as my swords disappear. Luckily no one was around to be injured or killed by this thing and none were stupid enough to stay and snap some picks. After getting an alert on my phone about a 'monster sighting' a few days ago, I took off as fast as I could to see if it was true or a hoax. Most are hoaxes but the ones I found true saved lives.

Already I hear the sirens of the police heading my way. 'Time to make my escape.' Running, I jump over a broken bench, roll over a broken tree and slide across the hood of my truck before getting in the driver seat and taking off. Albeit slowly and within reason of the areas speed limit to prevent the police from pulling me over. 'I know their responding to the monster attack but I still don't want to take any chances.' Keeping low to my seat, I watch as the police cruisers come barreling by me and towards my previous location. I check my rearview, grimacing a little as the tarp that covers my motorcycle and weapon cases takes up most of the view. Looking instead to the side mirrors, I smile as the cops continue on towards the destroyed park.

Heading a few a couple miles away from the scene of the crime, I stop at a gas station. Taking out my phone and swiping it open, I check the app I installed for anymore hits. For years, I've always been a sly, stealthy kind of person as well as tech savvy. Ever since these monsters have been appearing along the Eastern part of the US I've taken it upon myself to find them and destroy them, preventing them from hurting people and gaining the attention of any less than stellar folks that may want to… abuse them for their own gain. So to find them, I couldn't make a radar or tracking device designed specifically to find these things since I didn't have time to dissect them and what not. The gem shards look a little weird but to the untrained eye or someone not specifically looking for something, they are just unassuming but expensive looking gems. So with that option out of the way, I went with the next best thing.

Social Media.

Well okay not the best thing but people these days can't go five minutes without someone tweeting, updating their status and whatnot. All I did was create an app that monitors everything on the web and searches for key phrases and words that people might be using to describe these monsters that have been cropping up.

No biggie.

Still, the past year has been fairly tiresome with the moving around and all but fruitful since I'm able to keep off the grid, find useful gear and hunt monsters. Not your typical job for an 18 year old. Nevertheless I do it. Placing my phone on the dashboard, I reach behind my seat and grab one of my backpacks. Zipping it open, I drop the new shards into it. 'Another addition to the pile. How many more will I have to get before I run out and have to use another bag?'

*Ding Ding Ding*

"Hmm." Grunting, I zip up the bag and place it in my passenger seat before grabbing my phone off the dash. Seeing another alert on my phone, I read aloud what I got this time.

"Lets see… freaky colored women… giant green centipede creature… that spews acid… great, bugs now." 'Hate bugs, hate them so much.' "What else… giant red eyes in the sky…" I look up then back down a couple times. "Well that's new. Alright, where is this? Gotcha."

Turning my truck back on, I take out one of the two of my Beretta 92FS's from the holsters inside my black jacket and check to make sure it's working properly. Checking the magazine, pulling the slide back, checking the trigger, once I'm satisfied I holster it again. Lifting up my sleeves, I stare at the green Jade gems on my shoulders. Sighing I slowly grip the wheel with both hands.

My name is Marcus Castellanos. I'm Hispanic, sunglasses, black short hair, average build with a black jacket, gray t-shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers. I am 18 years old, I don't care for my father and neither did he for me. My childhood wasn't the best and now I'm a person with no home except for my truck and the possessions I find useful. I don't know what I am but I know I'm not human and the one creatures I've found even remotely similar to me have wanted to kill, maim and destroy innocent people and I won't stand for it. Putting into gear, I step on the gas and peel out towards the nearest interstate.

"Beach City, Delmarva. Here I come."

This is definitely something new I wanted to try. I love the show Steven Universe and this character was just something I had in my head for awhile and decided to go ahead and give writing another shot. To be fair, I'm not sure how much of a guarantee I'll have when it comes to writing. I started writing this just before school starts so I don't know if I'll have as much as the same drive during that time than I do now. In any case, hope this was a good start at least.