I Began to Grow Tattoos

“It there was another gas station robbery last night.”

“That’s the fourth one this week, Bob.”

“I guess that just means we should expect another tonight, but let’s hope not.” I woke up to the morning news to hear about another robbery. I swore that’s all that happens anymore. After a few minutes to wake up, I finally got out of bed to start my day. As I was brushing my teeth, I noticed something black on the back of my neck. I quickly spit out the toothpaste and took my shirt off to see what it was. I angled my body as good as I could and saw black lines begin to form a shape on my neck. They slowly grew larger until they finally stopped in a shape of some kind of tattoo emblem. As fast as I could, I splashed water into my face and looked again. Still there. What the hell? Nothing hurt and nothing looked out of place, so I figured to continue on for the rest of the day. Today I had to go downtown to do a shoot about the city life. My photography mostly consisted of nature and occasionally some people who needed headshots. But I wanted to do something a little different. As I made my way downtown, I actually forgot about the tattoo and went into my photographer mode.

After about two hours, I stopped at a coffee shop to take a break. I ordered a cup of coffee and sandwich and sat down to relax. I started to think about the strange tattoo that grew on my neck and couldn’t imagine as to why this would happen. After thinking about it for a while, I started to get heated from the confusement, so I took my jacket off. Right as I was about to take a bite from my sandwich, I noticed something black on my wrist. I stared right at it, as it began to take it’s form as the one this morning did. This one was different, but still had no meaning to me. It just looked at some weird black shape or design. Either this was a dream or my body could do some kind of wonders. I went back to eating and tried to forget. In the middle of eating, the same one on my wrist was on the other. I quickly finished up and left the place. Maybe it was only happening at certain places.

After a few more hours of looking around different places and getting a picture here and there, it was going to be about 7 PM. I had previously marked out places I wanted to take night time pictures and headed to them. Night time was so much more lively, I saw many people laughing and many drunks, but I guess that made the experience better. It was 9:30 and decided that was enough for today. When I got back to my apartment, everything looked like a disaster. Someone must of broke in or something. All of my papers were scattered on the floor, some dishes were broken, everything was messed up. I quickly took my camera off and raced to my bedroom. Everything was the same as the living room. “God Damnit!” I shouted. Nothing was stolen, but everything was messy and many things were broken.

“You’re lucky you weren’t here when they were,” someone said. I turned around and saw a man dressed in black.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Daniel Stone.”

“What are you doing here? Did you do this?”

“I never make such a mess if I wanted to find you. In fact I didn’t and I still found you.”

“Found me? Why are you here?”

“To talk to you about your tattoos.” How did he know about those? He must’ve been in the coffee shop and saw.

“You’ve been following me all day then? Why didn’t you just say something at the coffee shop?” He laughed.

“I’ve known about them since this morning, Kyle.” My heart stopped. Why would anyone stock me?

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you need to get out of my apartment,” I said firmly.

“Whether you like it or not, I’m not leaving here without you.”

“Leave, now.”

“You see, unless you want to be taken by the men who came here and did this to your apartment, I’d suggest coming with me. And I don’t care if you won’t go willingly.”

“Who are you?”

“I already told you.”

“No, I mean how do you know who I am, who the people are that did this to my apartment, and how you know about the tattoos.”

“Kyle, you were chosen when you were born to be apart of us.”

“Who’s us?”

“We’re a group of people who were born to defeat the Monguals. They’re the ones who came here and made this mess. They wanted to take you before we could and brainwash you into becoming one of them.”

“And you’re any different how?”

“I didn’t make a mess, did I?”

“You still followed me all day.”’

“For your protection. Look I can explain everything to you. What do you want to know?” I wanted to know everything about why this day has been what it was, but something that stood out were the tattoos.

“Why am I growing tattoos?”

“Since you were chosen, a prophecy foretold that when you are ready, you will begin to have tattoos appear on your body.”

“What do they mean?”

“They represent who you are as a person.”

“What do the ones on my wrist represent?”

“You’re strong on the exterior and interior.” I looked down to my covered wrists and was trying process the information. “Look, we don’t have much time, I can explain more when we get back.”


“Right now, we’re underground. It’s the only safe space we have at the moment.” Daniel started to draw on my walls a big rectangle, about the size of my door.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously.

“It’s a portal. We both can’t be seen together at this time of night, they’ll most likely see us and I don’t care to fight anyone right now.” If this was real life right now, this was absolutely insane. “Are you ready to leave Kyle?” I looked around the messy apartment and back at Daniel.

“Ready then I’ll ever be,”


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