A/N: I know this chapter is a bit short but the others will be longer I promise and like Author of the Insane's gargoyle story, the Awakening story will only be four chapters instead of the usual five and this will be the last time I use the name Kyle in fanfiction.
In New York city there lies A boy with black hair with black and white clothes named Kyle was walking down the streets.
He has not been having a good day.
First he was being made fun of in school because of how he rarely knows his family and wonders who he is and not have anyone to support him.
Well except for his best friend.
Suddenly he heard something up in the sky.
He looks up along with the other citizens of New York.
They were some kind explosions or something.
Soon rocks came crumbling down and nearly hit everyone and thing.
One rock hit a taxi luckily but the front of the hood.
Soon the police came by to investigate.
One came out the car was a woman with blue hair and a red jacket often goes by the name of Elisa Maza, the second name of his best friend.
She later went past the group that was being held back.
"Maza, 23rd." Said Elisa as she identified herself to a police officer.
"What's goin' on here?" Elisa asked the police officer.
They both looked up at the sky.
"You got me, Detective, must be a heck of a party up there." Replied the officer.
Soon more rocks keep coming down.
They managed dodge it.
Elisa then sees the citizens behind her.
"Get back!" Maza yelled at the people behind her.
The people then ran away.
"Or you'll wind up street pizza." Said Elisa to herself.
Kyle managed to sneak behind her and saw the stone behind her.
"Claw marks?" Asked Kyle as he felt to see if they were real.
He later took a picture of it.
He then looked up and saw they were still explosive like noises coming from up top of the building.
Kyle gasped as he got of the way as did the Maza woman.
One of the rocks managed to hit a fire hydrant which cause water to go everywhere.
Kyle then took a closer look at the stone with claw marks.
"What on earth could be strong enough to leave claw marks in solid stone?" Kyle asks himself.
This could be the story of a lifetime. Kyle thought to himself as he looks at the sky again.
He always did want to be a reporter.