Forchen Island Chapter 1

Monday, August 2nd, 2044

Makawao, Hawaii

"How long is this shit going to take...?" He wasn't aware that this thought came out into words and started wondering why everyone in the lobby was staring at him.

In a green, box-shaped building attached to a stadium in the dead center of Makawao, Hawaii, 15 year old Roy Kailola waited for his name to be called to enter the stadium. Like all of the other kids waiting in that small, stuffy room, there was something special about Roy. That specialty of his is what had him dragged to the peculiar building.

Out of boredom, Roy hummed a tune, which echoed throughout the tiny room. Everyone was annoyed by the horrendous tune he bellowed, but none of them stood up or said anything to him. Standing at 5’11” at only 15 years old, he towered over almost everyone in the room. No one had the gall to say anything to him.

Roy's humming got louder in the box to the point that some of the other children gathered up the courage to glare menacingly at him. From the left corner of the room he was being eyed by a terribly short, blonde haired girl with eyes bright and blue like an ocean. She was quite clearly exasperated and wanted an end to his obnoxious humming.

Roy caught her glance and stopped. She was just about to sigh in relief, but...

"What the hell are you staring at?" Roy said to her from across the room.

"Come again?" The girl responded in a manner not much unlike his.

Huh, a British accent. That’s cute, Roy thought.

"Why the hell are you staring at me like that? Is there a problem?" Roy stared blankly at her.

Waiting in that stuffy room for hours finally got to Roy. He needed something to entertain him, and she fit the bill. Unfortunately, his idea of fun was taunting and annoying people.

The short, blonde girl rose from her seat, fists clenched. The other children in the box could do nothing but watch. Some of them were smiling, and some looked down into their lap, praying that the two would just sit down.

Looking at her, Roy noticed their difference in height, for her forehead came up to just below his chin. He smirked.

"Listen here, little girl, I don't like when people stare at me, got it? I get that I'm attractive and all, but it's annoying. So can you please not do that?"

"I'm not a little girl, you cheeky piece of shit!"

“Oh hush, you adorable little thing. There’s no need to raise your voice at a grown man like me. I can hear you just fine down there.”

Lucy looked around her. Apparently, some of the kids found Roy’s little jab at her amusing. Now she was truly pissed; she had been sitting in a hot, stuffy room with a bunch of strangers for hours, and now some buffoon decided to start taunting her to satisfy his own boredom. She clenched her fists and was just about to raise her hand.

“...!”

The steel doors of the room flung open. Out of it came a woman in a bulletproof vest and all black gear. The lady had short, brown hair that hung down to her shoulders and the facial features and expression of an angry man. She was the Supervisor, the one who came and called in the children one-by-one.

"Roy Kailola, please come with me."

Roy gave the short girl a final look and turned away, waving as he walked off. She returned to her seat and gave a disgusted huff as she sat.

The woman took Roy through the doors and walked him down the halls. It was a dry, dingy hall lit by nothing but small lamps scattered randomly through the hallway.

"So, what type of test will I be doing, lady?” Roy inquired. “They never told me."

"Shut it." The flatness of her tone and the force in that command did not please Roy at all.

"Stuck up bitch..." Again, he failed to keep his thoughts out of his mouth.

The woman grabbed him by his collar and threw him against the wall. It didn't really hurt him very much, but it did frighten him how strong she was.

"C-calm down, it was a joke! A joke!"

"Get up."

He rose and walked with her without saying another word. Finally, they reached the other pair of steel doors. The lady pushed the door open, and Roy had to cover his eyes from the sun since he had been sitting in a poorly lit room for almost 4 hours.

"Hello there, Roy." Roy heard a voice from above. He looked up to see where the voice was coming from, and he saw an almost throne-like chair at the far end of the stadium. In that chair sat an old, bald man in a green Tuxedo. The tuxedo looked brand new; there was not a single crease in it. His head looked cleanly shaven; there was not a single strand of hair on it.

"Step forward." The voice came once again. Roy wondered how the voice sounded so close when the man was on the opposite side of the stadium.

"Today, we are here to test your abilities and decide your place in our society, as your affliction makes it impossible and impractical for you to remain in your current one. Are you ready, Roy Kailola Jr., to be subjected to this test?"

Roy shrugged his shoulders.

The old, bald man snapped his fingers. As he did that, a gentleman in a purple tuxedo stepped from behind the old man’s chair. The young man’s head was cleanly shaven as well, and he had an unkempt beard that looked like an insect could get caught in it if he were riding on a bike.

“Your special ability is one that can be used for violence. Do you believe in any other uses for your affliction?”

“No,” Roy answered. “I’m a fighter in and out. Even if I wasn’t stuck with this stupid power I’d still kick ass.”

The old man snapped again and the bearded gentleman removed his jacket.

“I want you to demonstrate your ability on my assistant, Desmond,” the old man said folded his arms.

Roy took a quick glance at Desmond. His face was as smooth as one would expect from a little boy, but his scraggly beard made him look much older. He was of an average build with not very defined muscles, in fact, he was a bit scrawny, and he didn’t look like he could take a hit very well. After sizing him up, Roy came to the conclusion that he could very well take on this man if he really had to fight him.

“Sure, but do I have to?” Roy tried to fight back a smile.

“How else would I know where to place you?”

“Alright, but be warned: I’m not going to go easy on him.”

Roy cracked his knuckles and bent down a little to stretch his legs. Desmond raised his fists to his chest and prepared to take the young man on. Unbeknownst to anyone in that room or stadium, Roy was a pretty good fighter. Growing up, all he ever did was fight. It wasn’t because he was bullied or anything of the like; he just liked fighting. The thrill of punching or even taking a punch was like a drug that Roy was helplessly addicted to.

Roy took off toward Desmond and he managed to reach the other end of the stadium in a matter of seconds. Desmond’s eyes widened in shock as he didn’t expect a child to be that fast and light on his feet.

With every ounce of the force in his body, Roy slammed his right fist into Desmond’ arms that he had held up to block his face. Desmond’s right arm flew back from the force of the punch, and Roy came up with his left fist ready to deliver a blow to the man’s face. However, he took two quick steps back and avoided the attack.

Not giving him a chance to gather himself, Roy came at him again. Desmond had his arms at his face, for he figured Roy would again aim for it again. Though, this time, instead of aiming for the face, Roy jammed his fists into the man’s ribs. He remained composed and grabbed Roy’s arm.

Desmond pulled his arm, and Roy tripped over his own heel. This made him lose his balance and before he could regain his footing, Desmond had struck him in the face with his fist. Unexpectedly, the hit did not hurt very much. Roy knew the man was pretty skinny, but he did not figure that he’d be that weak. An odd feeling surged through Roy’s body.

“Um... Excuse me, young man...?” The old man tried to get Roy’s attention, but to no avail; Roy was completely into it.

Roy headbutted Desmond in the chest and knocked him to the floor. He pummeled the man and rained upon him with his fists. Each time his fist hit Desmond’s temple, he felt like his head was going to burst. That gave him an odd satisfaction and a desire to feel it again and again like a madman, bludgeoning his victim until soon he couldn’t feel his own hands. It began to feel like he was pounding a bundle of meat. Roy suddenly got a hold of himself and decided to put an end to the fight already. He got off of the man and gave him a chance to gather himself. Desmond stood up, but it was clear that he was in no shape to continue fighting.

Roy let out a fulminating cry that sounded much more like a roar as he sailed his fist square into the center of Desmond’s face. His face contorted so badly that it hardly looked like that of a human, and his body bounced across the field and landed at the feet of the old man in the green suit.

Roy stretched his arms out and chucked a little.

“So? How was that, old man?”

The old man didn’t know what to say for a few seconds.

“It was... excellent...”

“I know, right!? So, is this where you where you decide where I’ll go?”

"Yes, but may I ask what exactly is your power? I enjoyed watching you box my assistant, but you were supposed to demonstrate your power to him, not beat him to death."

Roy stared down at his right hand. He completely forgot that he was supposed to show his supernatural powers, not his physical strength. His embarrassment was clear on his face, but he tried to brush it off and continue.

"Well, I can make anything I want appear into my hands," he said.

"Anything?"

"Sure, anything but living things like humans or animals. Whenever I try to create a living thing, nothing comes out and my arms start burning."

An intrigued look crawled upon the old man’s face. "Would you mind showing me how this power of yours works?”

“Sure, I guess.”

Roy put both of his arms forward in front of him.

Sparks of lightning jumped from Roy’s hand. After a few flickers, the lightning began jumping and lashing out of his palm like a wild animal. The light engulfed his hand entirely, its brightness too bright to look at directly. The old man leaned forward in his chair.

The light disappeared from Roy’s hand, and, in them, there was a golden cane. The diamond laden cane shone so brightly that the old man had to squint to see what it actually was.

“Here you go.” Roy tossed the cane over to the old man’s chair. He got up from his seat and picked the cane up off of the floor.

"Splendid!” the old man said, marveling at the object. “I have something to ask you, though,” he continued. “Where exactly do these things come from? Do you draw them somewhere else or do you make them from scratch?"

Roy once again looked at his hands.

"Well, I doubt that these are being pulled from somewhere else,” Roy said.

“What makes you say that?”

“Some things I make don’t even exist.”

“What...?”

“Let me show you.” Roy raised his hand again, and sparks started to fly from his palm. This time, however, something else appeared in his hand. It looked like some type of gun, except it did not look like any presently in use. It was circular with an odd looking trigger in the center of it and a small hole at the end, where whatever was supposed to be shot out came from.

“I say, boy, what is that thing?” The old man rose out of his seat.

“I don't know. I saw it in the window of a toy store on my way here.”

“Does it... work?”

“Yeah, see?” Roy pulled the trigger, and the gun fired an auroral beam. The ray of light destroyed a large section in the seating area of the stadium. The old, bald man smiled like a sack of gold was sitting right in front of him.

“You have a bright future ahead of you, young man,” the old man said, nearly slapping Roy’s soul out of his back.

“Thanks, gramps.” Roy didn’t care much for the old man’s compliments. “Can you not do that again? Thanks.”

“Do you have all of your stuff packed?”

“Yeah, it's in the lobby.”

“Bring them here; your plane will arrive shortly.”

As Roy walked back through the steel doors, he couldn’t contain his excitement. He didn’t very much like the idea of leaving his mother and sister, but he was looking forward to living on his own. Oh boy! I wonder what block I'll be in! I hope it's full of strong people!

He pushed through the steel doors and immediately met the eyes of the short, blonde girl.

Roy walked past her and headed back to his seat where his bag was. Once he retrieved his bag, he walked back towards the door. Before he left, he gave the girl a final glance and a smile

He didn’t really hate the girl or anything, nor did their previous confrontation seem relevant to him at all. In fact, he looked forward to whatever snarky comment she would make to him.

“Good luck,” he said to her. In vain effort, he tried to be friendly and calm her down since she stared at him with so much contempt.

“Just leave already, you waste of breath. I don’t ever want to see your hideous mug for the rest of my life.” She clearly hated him, though. It seems his insults still didn’t leave her mind.