The car ride home is the first time you are able to get a good look John. His skin is pale, almost white, in contrast to his black hair that hangs down to his ears in a scruffy hap hazard way. His arms are thin and long like the fingers that he constantly drums against his legs. You can't tell for sure because he is sitting but he seems to be taller than you. Quickly you peek at his face. He wears thick black frames around his piercing blue eyes, very different from your own.
You, on the other hand, are what is considered a mutant, a fact made blatantly obvious by your bright red eyes and matching blood. Compared to John you could be a monster straight from a fairy tale with your long, unkempt, black hair that hangs to the middle of your back and your marred grey skin that stretches thin over your bones. You are a troll; and perhaps that is the biggest divide.
You hunch over further in your seat, frowning at how pathetic you are. When they dragged your boss outside you couldn