Dang, gotta post it chapter at a time... If my signature isn't at the bottom, chapter's not done...
Rebirthed
Prologue
It was the same room as before. I knew nothing in this barren place, but it felt all too familiar, as if I could call it home. It looked like it was made of stone, or sand, just like an Egyptian tomb. The light was dim, and there was writing on the wall. It was an ancient language, like one I had never seen, yet I felt as though I had spoken it all of my life. I wiped the dust from the wall and read the scripture.
“Vraal hon keeduvera” I muttered.
I felt a growing warmth on my hand. I looked down and found my hand wildly ablaze. I panicked, flailing my arm around and beating it into a wall, in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flame. Exhausted, I gave up my vain efforts, allowing the fire to continue on. It then hit me that the engulfing flame did not burn me. The fire dulled down, and then eventually sputtered out.
Bright red eyes grew in a dark corner in front of me, staring at me with a vicious gaze. A low growl rumbled from the creature. An uncomfortable silence fell in the room. Suddenly, the beast’s roar tore through the air, as light faded into darkness.
Chapter 1
I jumped up in my bed, in a cold, profuse sweat. I wiped the sweat from my brow as my alarm clock blared its daily wake-up call. My name is Steven, and this is my story.
It had been the same dream, every night, over and over. What did it mean? I searched my mind as I threw on my jeans and t-shirt. Nothing came to mind.
“Ahh well, looks like it’s gonna be one of those days…”
Outside was another serene day in Ohio. The sky was blue, birds were chirping, few clouds littered about in the sky, a gentle breeze flowed through the air. Peace and quiet.
I live in the suburbs outside of Toledo. I am sixteen years old and attend Springfield High School. It’s a quiet school, and nothing exciting really ever happens there. It’s a public school, so it’s a pretty normal place. Never changing; it’s the same thing, every week.
I grab my book bag and head out into the kitchen to grab something to eat before I go to school. There, my little twelve year old sister is sitting at the table, eating her morning cereal. Her curly brown hair kept landing in her face as her head twitched back and forth, watching our dog chase after a fly.
“Good morning Steven!” she said.
“Good morning Ashley…” I said in a low voice.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Meh…” I shake my hand a little, “Not a whole lot…” I said.
“Why not?” she said with a childish curiosity.
“Just eat your cereal…” I replied.
She was starting to do her daily interrogation of how I slept, again… Always… Every morning…
“Was it because of a bad dream?” she asked.
“Uhh…sure, and lets leave it at that.” I blurt.
“What happened in the dream?” she was obviously set on figuring out my dream.
“Nothing…” I muttered.
She started to smile. She knew she was starting to get to me. I quickly tried to think of a way to change the topic. Nothing came to mind. So I decided to get drastic.
“Bye mom! I’m going to school!” I called.
“But, what about your dream?” Ashley asked.
“See you later Sis!” I said.
I barely got out of that one. It was a three-mile walk to school, but I didn’t mind, it was a nice day. I walked along the main road, cars rolling by me. I stop to take in the scenery, and take a look around. Everything was as it should be. Calm, quiet, no problems at all. I saw out of the corner of my eye the small shape of what I thought was a man. He seemed to be standing on a building off in the distance. I turned to look at him, but he was gone. I shrugged and continued on to school, the image of the man floating around in my head.
I arrived at school, along with the buses full of kids, streaming out to avoid the crowds around their lockers, ending up creating the crowds. At least I got there before most of them. I headed down the hallway to my locker only to see a crowd around my locker. I attempted to reach through, but of course, I’m blocked off.
“Excuse me!” I said.
I give them ten seconds. No response. They had their chance. I pushed through the crowd, and to make it even funnier, people actually questioned why I was pushing through. Idiots... I opened my locker, threw my stuff in, and went to class.
Chapter 2
I walked into my Algebra II class and sat down next to my best friend, Brandon. We’ve known each other since kindergarten and knew just about everything about each other. We were kind of like brothers; we’d look after each other and help one another whenever we needed it. We were so close that we could go behind a building, beat the crap out of each other, and laugh about it later, and we did. He was a taut little guy, he seemed small, but he could pack a punch. It was actually his punch that made us friends.
The vice principal walked into the room.
“Mrs. Probowsky, I need to see Steven in my office for a minute” he said in a monotone voice.
“Ok, he’s coming” she said, “You heard him Steven, go on”
“Good luck” Brandon said with a sneer.
“Yeah” I snickered, “I’ll try to come back alive”
As I left, I could hear Brandon burst out in laughter. That knucklehead... He always could find something funny in any situation. I walked down the hall with the vice principal in front of me, he remained completely silent. I followed him all the way up to the roof.
“Ok, I’m confused, why are we here?” I asked.
No response.
“Hello?” I called.
Still no response.
“Answer me!” I yelled.
Nothing… The sound of the wind whistling was all that was heard.
“Why won’t you say anything!?” I screamed.
“Because he doesn’t care…” said an unfamiliar voice.
“What the!?” I turned around and found a man in a large, black cloak. It had a fine red trim around it. He seemed to be not much bigger than I was. He unveiled his head from his cloak. He had spiky, blood red hair, with bangs that dangled in his face. His eyes also had a deep red color to match his hair. He snapped his fingers and the vice principal knocked me into a wall with ease. I sat up, looking at the other man in the eyes.
“Who are you?” I managed to fumble out between gasps.
“My true name is Canthon, I am the ‘recruiter’, as you might say” he said calmly.
“What do you want with me?” I asked, a little nervous.
“Oh, it’s not what I want, it’s what King wants.” he said with authority.
“King? Who’s King?” I asked.
“King is the soon to be ruler of the world, that’s all” he stated nonchalantly.
“Well, whoever this retarded, dreaming, maniacal, water-head is, he’s not getting me to work for him.” I stated clearly. He fell silent for a moment. That silence was quickly filled up with rage.
“How dare you make a mockery of…” as he approached me and raised his fist, he was suddenly tackled by another man. They crashed into the vent against the door leading downstairs, leaving nothing but a pile of rubble. The mystery man jumped away from Canthon, grabbed me, and jumped off of the building. I screamed the whole way down.
“Run!” he yelled.
“Who are you?!” I yelled back.
“Just run dammit!” he screamed.
I ran faster than I probably ever ran in my life. My track coach would have been proud. The wind rushed through my short brown hair, while it made his slightly longer blonde hair wave a little. I noticed he had a scar that looked like an X on his right cheek.
“Where did you get that scar?” I asked. He glared at me for a few seconds.
“I’d rather not talk about it…” he said. We had been running for two miles.
“Do you think we lost them?” I asked.
“Better safe than dead I always say” he chuckled.
We stopped to rest at a public pool. We sat down, I was gasping for air, while he looked like it had been no problem at all.
“Who are you?” I asked again.
“If you really need to know, my name is Mark” he said, slightly annoyed.
“Wait a second…” I said slowly “Mark Lawbree from the junior class?” I exclaimed.
“In the flesh” he said. I was kind of shocked to see another kid from my school was involved in this mess as well.
“How did you get involved in this?” I asked.
“I really got involved when you were taken to the roof” he said bluntly.
“Why do they want to recruit me? Is there a war going on?” I blurted.
“Oh…” he muttered “You have no idea…”
Last edited by ShadowKin; May 30, 2008 at 10:31 PM.