Young Writers Society

Chapter ONe

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Where am I? I thought to myself. From what I can tell I am on a sofa with the complexion of dried blood I hope I didn’t make it that way. I thought after fights like those you end up in the ER or a nice coffin, not in someone’s house, especially of a stranger. My body feels like lead, in my head I am getting off of this nice and soft sofa… Damn, I can’t fall asleep again, if I wake up again I may have some other person’s face. I honestly like my face. I dragged my legs off the sofa and onto what appeared to be shag carpeting. This place is just horrendously vile to my tastes already.

I deliberately dragged my feet against the floor; I didn’t want to injure myself more than I already have. Damn, I should’ve just listen to Mikey and calm down before I got into that fight with the behemoth Civen, stupid old man thinks he knows me better than me. I can hardly contain myself from vomiting from the sheer ghastliness this place is, walls appear to be painted by a five year old, the decorations set up by blind people, and the beady eyes of the busts that line the walls.

I examined one of the marble bust, “President blah blah blah Franklin D. Roosevelt…United States of blahhhhhh-ica” I pondered for a moment who this Franklin guy may be, was he just some business man or did he actually do something, I honestly don’t care too much to have a full on intellectual discussion with myself on the principles of leaders of nations and blah blah blah, I’m getting a headache just thinking about it.

Speaking of faces I need to see the damage on my person. I scanned the area thoroughly to find a mirror but there is one above good old FDR, I can’t believe I missed that, I must have been too busy analyzing my own thoughts and blah blah blah.

I looked into the mirror; I thought I was going to see gashes galore on my face but rather there is just one that seemed to fade in and out of existence it draped down from my right eye brow to the bottom of my eye. I don’t remember Civen hit me in the face, all I remember was a bunch of body blows and me getting tossed against a wall, several times. I couldn’t help but stare at the scar playing Houdini on me.

I turned away. I really need to find a door out of here or I could just fly out the window but I want to be inconspicuous but, damn, I’m going to have to use the door.

“Hello there, I see you’re doing just fine,” a voice called out. I turned to see a girl staring right into my eyes. “I’m so glad you’re okay I was fearful you would’ve gone catatonic on me, “ she said I couldn’t help but stand in silence although I was sure I was going to say something, she kept on doing her own thing. “So how you been, I haven’t seen you for ages.”

“What?” I am a sheer master at linguistics.

“Deka, don’t play dumb it’s me Acrilia, you know from second grade, Rouge East Elementary, Deamach City? I saw you in an alleyway knocked out and simmering as if you were caught on fire. Since I knew the paramedics won’t take you in for being, you know ‘super-powered’ I knew I had to take you to my lovely apartment and help you recover. ” I totally wish I could remember but then again I don’t really remember much prior to my brother Nexurth’s birth. I think I was once in the second grade or I was home schooled at the time, in fact I did go to school, that’s where I met Mikey, my best bud. I wonder what he is doing right now, probably chatting it up on how lame of a fighter I was against Civen, damn, I going to school both of them and show them who the best fighter is and when I take down I-Fyre than I’m going to teach them a lesson and then I will show the world I mean business.

“Yeah I totally remember, it’s been a long time,” I said really trying to hold back the sarcasm that really shouldn’t have been crawling to my tone.

“Sweetness, remember when Mikey ate the teacher’s plastic fruit, and he blamed it on you and everyone vouched for that, that was so ridiculous,” she said leaning on the wall.

If she knows or remembers Mikey maybe than I actually do remember her, but why would I forget a girl like her, she seems so energetic, full of life, and happy. I wish I can be happy but I won’t be until I get I-Fyre’s heads on a plate before the people they hurt with their actions in the name of monetary endowment.

“So I’m gonna go now, I hope you don’t mind but its been a blast and all but I have to jet,” I told her hoping for a nod of understanding to signify that I am leaving and probably never coming back, unless she follows me until I become unconscious again and this time ties me to the inside of her closet and feeds me rose buds and makes me drink liquid sunshine. She could just nurse me back to health again and let me leave but I’m not going to take any chances.

I lagged my foot past the threshold of the entrance I couldn’t help but hear something in my head other than my own tedious and sometimes narcissistic thoughts “You can come too if you want,” what the hell did I just say.

“Of course I want to!” she said. She disappeared from the room and I started to hear a commotion of rummaging noises coming from the back. In the meantime while she is doing whatever I’m going to leave and never return and hope I don’t see her smile casting light into my dark dominion I call my heart, never again.

As soon I stepped onto the patio I couldn’t help the fact someone is staring at me. I had bunch of wild guesses in my mind, aliens, ghosts, and even rabid hyenas but I knew it had to be the one and only Acrilia.

“So where are we going?” she asked.

“Places,” I said, hoping it may deter from following me.

“I know some really awesome places, we should go to some of them,” she said very happily, like since she first uttered syllables to me. I couldn’t help feel a part of me want to go with her, like she was a magnet pulling me in. I just hope this really doesn’t interfere with my goal, but I’m going to deal with it in stride and walk with her.

I smiled and smiled back, hers just seem to light up brighter. “Let’s go than,” I said. She walked towards my side. I think my mind is playing tricks on me, I feel like I’m holding her hand but I don’t remember grabbing hers or her grabbing mine. I looked over to her and she was staring straight ahead with a less diluted smile than mine was, like an accomplished smile. I think there is more to her than meets the eye. Damn I am such a tool, or at least I am being played as one.