EP 1. UNNOTICED

A light rain drizzles onto the streets of Manma. The towering skyscrapers funnel a chilling breeze through the city. The sounds of splattering steps seem to be in unison as the crowds of people move about their daily lives. Mhmm, it seems like it's gonna be like this all day. The young man adjusts the hood on his head as he looks up at the greyish sky. He shields his eyes from the droplets that land on his facemask.

Is that a balloon?

He feels a gentle tug on his fingers. He chuckles when he notices a child holding his hand. Then the man notices the grim expression on the adolescence’s face. "Where's your mommy?" He speaks, giving the saddened boy a friendly smile behind his mask. "I... don't know." The child replies and begins to cry into his sleeve. "I lost my balloon... and my mommy." He speaks and places his tiny head into the young man's stomach.

"Let's find your mother first, then maybe we can do something about your balloon." He pats the small boy's head. "Where was the last place you saw her?"

The little child points to the crowded intersection. He grabs the young boy and places him on his shoulders. "Can you see her now?" The young boy scans the busy street until he locates a cream-shaded woman frantically running around.

“There she is, right there!" The boy screams.

"Are you sure?" the young man asks before he jumps into the crowd, pacing toward the small boy's parents.

"Clint! Clint! Where are you?"

A woman runs back and forth. She stops and asks anyone that passes her way. She freezes in delight when she hears, "Mommy!"

The woman notices her child bouncing up and down as he rides the neck of the young man. She sprints to meet the pair underneath a building's pavilion.

"Clint... Why would you run off?" the woman says to her son.

The little boy curls his chin as tears form in his eyes. Then, he turns and points to the sky. "I lost my balloon."

"We can always get a new balloon, but I can't get another Clint. Don't scare me like that again, please." The woman kneels, hugging her son. The child grasps the woman's neck tightly with a cheerful smile.

"Thank you so much for finding my son. My name is Donna." The woman looks up at the hooded figure. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch yours," she says. The young man pulled the draw stings tighter, securing his hood and binding the mask covering his face. He gave a gracious grin and replied,

“Xela. My name is Xela.”

Donna peers into his brown eyes, and she gives a nervous smile. "Your eyes are so handsome...," she says, reaching out for his face. The young man grabs her hand and replies, "Thank you very much. You are lovely too."

Donna shakes back to reality. What am I saying? I'm a married woman. Xela? That's definitely unique. And I won't forget it. The woman says before walking away.

Xela watches as Clint waves goodbye while the little boy and Donna disappear into the crowd.

"And the same to you... Donna."

He holds his hand out feeling the cool drops of rain as the fall from the sky.

Clouds shade the afternoon sunlight as it enters the therapist's office behind the young man. The dimly lit corridor houses a beautiful caramel complexion woman who sits behind a trendy-fashioned desk. He couldn’t see her full physique, yet he was fully aware of her medium sized breast presses against the back of  the snug elegant, collared shirt she was wearing. Her thick curved shaped frame with a cinched midsection, certainly entices all that saw her, which grants her a level of confidences only attractive people have granted to them.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. My name is Xela, and I have an appointment with Doctor Ladle.”

He stands over the woman, who seems to be in her mid-twenties.

"Welcome, Mr. Xela. Nice to have you visit us today. However, I see that you didn’t put your last name on your paperwork. What should I put for it?” she asks, typing on her laptop.

“I don’t have one. I’m just Xela.” He replies.

Her typing stops as she finally looks up. “You don’t have one? Well, aren’t you a weirdo?” She snickers.

“No, I am not a weirdo. I don’t think. I just never had an established last name,” he says.

“Well, ‘Just Xela,’ Dr. Ladle is finishing up and will see you shortly."

"That’s fine, Mrs. Diggs. I don't mind the wait.”

“How do you know my name?” she asks.

Xela taps the name plaque on her desk and grins. The secretary lowers her glasses down and points to the couch behind him. “Please have a seat, Mr. Smartass.”

Waiting for his appointment, he slides his face mask down to get fresh air. The secretary sees him fondling it and suggests he takes it off.

“I wish I could, but trust me, it wouldn’t be good for any of us.” He chuckles.

“Ok, weirdo,” she replies, “you can’t be that ugly. Well, you can, but your eyes aren’t shaped badly, so I bet you’re not that terrible.”

“Hey now! I’m not ugly,” he says.

“Then take off the mask.”

"Ok, I’ll take off my mask if you can answer a personal question for me first.”

“That’s weird, but sure ask.”

“Have you ever cheated before? I mean on anybody.”

Mrs. Diggs gasps at the audacity of the question, stopping her typing and asking, “Are you serious?”

“Yes, please indulge me.”

“Even though it’s none of your business. But yes, I have cheated in the past.”

Xela adjusts his face mask tighter on his face. “I would prefer to keep it on.” Mrs. Diggs pushes her glasses up and resumes typing. “It was a long time ago. And just because I cheated doesn’t mean your weird ass is getting any.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Ma’am.”

“And stop calling me Ma’am. I’m only 27 years old.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I mean Mrs. Diggs.”

They both snicker at each other fondly. Her shimmering dark orange eyes start to develop a red shine. Xela notices this and chooses to remain quiet for the remainder of his wait.

The intercom sounds.

"Mrs. Diggs, you can send in Mr. Xela."

"Yes...Yes, doctor. I'll send him right in."

The young man stands up and heads towards the door. He stops and turns briefly when he hears, "When you're done, I want you to tell me why you can’t take off your mask.”

Entering the back room, the young man meets a middle-aged, average-sized, chalky man with hair that is greying slightly. He wears a button-down light grey shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, with a nice pair of brown slacks. The man stands and meets the young man,

"Ah, you must be Xela. Nice to meet you," the doctor says, showing him where to sit.

“Nice to meet you as well, doctor,” Xela replies.

"I would ask you to lower your hood and remove your mask, please." The doctor remarks when he notices Xela’s face coverings.

"No, I think it's best if I keep it up, doctor," Xela responds, pulling the covering more secure.

“Xela, this is a professional establishment. I can’t do my job if I can’t see your face.” The doctor replies.

“Before I do, doctor, Can I ask a question?”

“Sure. Feel free.”

“Have you ever been unfaithful in a relationship before? I mean, like ever.”

Dr. Ladle sits on the corner of his desk with bewilderment on his face. “I didn’t expect that question. But no, I have never been unfaithful to my wife.” Hearing this, Xela lowers his hood and removes his face covering. As he sits the mask on his lap, he sees a familiar expression appear on the doctor’s face.

“Xela, I was mistaken. I thought you were genetically a male,” Dr. Ladle says as the long black hair drops from under Xela’s hood.

“It’s ok, doctor, I get that a lot,” Xela sighs.

The doctor continues to gaze into the young lady’s seamless aqua-blue eyes. "So, where would you like to start? How’s your family? Any friends?”

“I never met my parents. I was told there was a very bad fire at the hospital when I was born. I was taken in by a local family.”

“How was that?” The Doctor unfastens the top three buttons on his shirt.

“I only stayed there for a couple of years. Then I was moved to another family.”

“Oh, why? Was there an issue?” Dr. Ladle asks as he stands and closes the blinds.

“Everything always seems to start out ok... but then something happens.”

“What do you mean? What happens?”

The doctor wipes the sweat materializing on his brow. “Before we continue, do you mind if I turn the ceiling fan on?” It is getting warm in here,” Dr. Ladle asks. He stands up and walks over to the light switch. The ceiling fans start to whirl, but then Xela hears the office door lock. Dr. Ladle comes back around and sits on the couch next to Xela. The young lady tries to stand, but the doctor places his hand on her lap, halting her movement.

“Please continue your story.” He says, gently rubbing her leg.

Xela removes the doctor’s hand from her lap. She tries to get off the couch, but the doctor grabs her long hair. He forcibly kisses her on the lips. Xela shoves the unwanted doctor off her. He recoil briefly, before grabbing her around the midsection and slamming the young girl onto the couch. He swiftly flips Xela around and franticly fiddles with the fasteners on his pants. Xela begs the man to stop as she feels the friction of his bare legs rubbing against the inside of her pants. Xela looks back and notices his eyes are now ghost-white and pupil-less. His member fully erected with veins running alongside the hard length of him. He reaches underneath Xela’s stomach pulling her in close. With one hand Dr. Ladle unlatches the frighten woman pants. He snatches them around to her knees and buried his face in between the creases of her impeccably round bottom. He gripes her titillating backside and presses it against his checks. Then with a huge sniff that lifted her butt into the air, the Doctor savors in the adult musty aroma whiffing off the sweat underneath her panties.  Juices dripped onto the sofa as the doctor licked from the very beginning of Xela’s licked Xela from core to pulsating tip.  Then with a gleeful realization, he took ahold of the budge hanging under Xela.

“So you’re not fully a woman. Perfect.” His professional voice now converting into a stuttering mess. “Don’t run. Push it into the air and let me breed you.  I need you. Xela, you are mine. You belong to me.”

Xela moans helplessly, as she stares at the man’s fit but worn physique. Becoming soaked from sweat as his heart rate pounds swiftly. Xela groans louder as she feels his manhood throbbing, edging around her moist entry point, He grabs her hair and pulls her head back causing Xela to look up to the ceiling. “You little slut, what have you done to me.” he speaks. Xela begins to scream as the doctor forces his mushroomed tip inside her. However, before he could lodge himself deep into her back walls, he heard her voice give him a command.

“Doctor, you can have as much as you want. But before you dig into me, I have a request.”

“Yes, anything you want.”

 “I need for you to use those scissors on your desk and remove it so I can take it home with me after.”

“Right now?” he mutters.

“Yes, please for me.” she groans feeling the tip of his  slides out of her.

The doctor walks over to his desk counter only stopping when he was in reach of the sharp cutting tool. His hands tremble as he reached out for them. He mumbles in resistance while his hands inches closer. He looks back at Xela, while she stands up and dresses herself back up. The expression of fear and panic emerges across his face as he lowers the open scissors around his hard manhood.

Xela places hood back on her head. She unlocks the door and walks back into the secretary's office and as the door shuts, the sound of the tool close while blood drips to the floor fills the room. Through the wall, Dr. Ladle's incoherent mumbling gets louder. He bangs on the solid wall and begs Xela to come take it home with her.

"Everything ok?" Mrs. Diggs asks.

"Yes," the hooded young man replies.

What about Dr. Ladle? Why is he screaming? What’s going on?”

“He had an accident with some scissors.”

“Is he ok?" she inquires once again.

Xela pulls the covering off his head. "Mrs. Diggs, I have a request." He looks into her completely red-shaded eyes. She looks at the dark-skinned, golden-eyed man, “What can I do for you?” she asks.

“Can you kill Dr. Ladle for me?”

“Yes, I can.”

She grabs the name plague off her desk and enters the doctor’s office. Xela replaces his facemask and covers his head with his hood. While he is leaving the office, he hears the desperate screams of Dr. Ladle. It mixes with the moans of Mrs. Diggs as she bashes the name plate into the doctor head.

The night falls upon the city. The door to a one-bedroom apartment opens. Neat and well-organized, it houses a couch, a T.V., and modest living, which displays the loneliness of an underused residence. Xela walks into the bathroom. He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the door handle. He turns the cold-water knob and begins to wash his face. He looks into the mirror before him.

His light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and short curly hair... he wonders why no one notices these features, why no one notices...

The horn... sitting on top of his head.