Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Rebirth of a Dragon: Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen
     "What the hell," exclaimed Seth for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past few hours. The reason to his distress was not because of yet another supernatural revelation, but was due to his bike pulling a disappearing act. He was sure that he had parked it right outside the park and had even checked the surrounding streets just in case of the extremely unlikely situation that he had forgotten the precise location that he had parked. Of course, this idea was completely idiotic because Seth Drak never ever forgot anything, let alone the location of his most precious possession. This was of course proven true when he had repeatedly scoured the area to find himself still completely bike-less. 
     At the end of this, all he was left with was an overwhelming need to punch something at the unfairness that his life had taken. So he did. On a boulder. Instead of smashing his hand, the boulder had been demolished into a billion tiny pieces. He muttered, "Add super strength to my growing list of 'Reasons Why I am Now a Freak'" He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief that no one was around to witness his weirdness. He may have not liked or wanted his abilities, but he didn't want to end up as some experimental test subject for the government. He looked at the sun and figured that he had an hour or so until sundown and he was in freaking Central Park without a penny in his pockets, a ride, and a cell phone. 
    Seth considered himself to be logical so he looked over his options in his mind:
  a) Walk for over four hours and reach home in the dead of night with numerous
      questions and accusations that come from both his parents. There is a chance 
      that someone would try to rob him, but he doesn't have anything in his pockets
      except the keys to his now-missing bike and his new abilities would make it a 
      Herculean task to try to fight him.
  b) Beg some random passerby for some money to take the metro and sneak into his 
      room without his parents noticing. Then again, his dad is a godforsaken DRAGON. 
      Seth was still figuring out his abilities (out of necessity), but his dad most likely
      has a lot more experience and control than Seth and could therefore overpower 
      him as easily as the European knights did to the peasants during all those revolts
      and he definitely wasn't dealing with another father-son chat after the way 
      he had parted ways with his father the other night.
  c) Walk the twenty minutes it takes to get to Lower Manhattan and ask about 
      that club, what was it called...Club Blue Moon, yeah that was it. He wasn't sure 
      that if he went with this option what he would exactly do, but he kind of knew 
      the people there and it was an option. The walk wasn't too long and if he hurried 
      he might actually make it before nightfall.
Seth looked through each option and immediately took away option b because there were to many cons and not enough pros and more to the point, he had never begged for anything in his life and didn't plan on starting now just because his life had taken a turn for the weird and creepy. Option a sounded like it had the potential to turn into an extremely annoying situation that he was definitely NOT prepared to deal with, even if he were offered a billion dollars up front so this left him with option c. Not his first choice, but it seemed to be a lot more promising than the other two.
     With a point of destination firmly in mind, he set off for the club. It wasn't that hard to find because it was apparently well-known, as if he would know anything about this. God, he felt like some freaking greenhorn after he reached Lower Manhattan and asked for directions. By the time he had reached it, the sun was barely noticeable and there was a huge line to enter the club. He didn't notice it the only other time he was here, but then again, the last time he was here it was only the afternoon and this seemed to him to be the sort of nocturnal place that only was filled with people as long as the sun was dormant. 
     At the sight of the line he muttered, "Crap." At the sight of the bouncer who was actually taller than Seth (this was not easy considering that he was 6'4) and two or three times his width, he muttered, "Double crap." If he waited in line like everyone else, he would be stuck out here until freaking dawn and with the way his luck was going, it was extremely possible that someone he knew would saunter by and recognize him and therefore be under the assumption that they had caught strait-laced, honor-student Seth Drak trying to sneak into a club after ditching school. He could hear the rumors now and knew that if something liked that was to occur than his last two years of high school would be a veritable living hell. He wasn't a girl so he couldn't get the bouncer to let him cut like he saw some girls doing. If the bouncer wasn't a freaking giant than maybe he could get in by saying that he knew the bartender, but there was no way that the bouncer wouldn't see him as some teenage-brat that not only wanted to sneak in, but also cut in line to get into the said club.
    With these thoughts in mind, he did something that the Seth of a few days ago would have never done in a million years. He went into one of the alleys adjacent to the club to see if he could find a window or back door that he could sneak in through. As he was doing this, Seth couldn't help thinking that if this didn't work, he was so f-ing screwed.
   

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Rebirth of a Dragon: Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen
 
December 21, 2004-sometime after lunch
     
Today, I am eight years-old. And this is the weirdest birthday ever. First of all, I can't see my mom, dad and siblings. The people giving me a birthday are all bad guys. I don't see why those adults celebrate with me if I can't even leave here. They think I'm just some stupid kid that they can get to do whatever they want, but I still remember papa's face during that time and what they threatened to do to mama. I promise that no matter what happens I won't forget and I'll never let those adults read what I write here. They may have gotten this for me, but I still have siblings and know how to keep a good secret and hide things really well. I know that I won't be here forever too because when I left with those grown-ups papa said, "My little one, do not forget us and know that you will never stray from our thoughts and be one who is close to our hearts." He didn't say bye-bye and he told me to always think about him and mama and everyone else so that means that we are going to see each other again. I hear footsteps now so I'll hide this for now, but when they go away I'll write what happened.

December 21, 2004-early twilight

When those oldies came in they had on these smiles that were just scary and asked those stupid questions about my dreams again. Like I'd ever tell them what I really dreamed so I just told them that I forgot it. For a second, I thought that they were gonna get really mad and hit me like the bad guys do in the movies. You know, I've never been hit before. Not even that time that I punched that guy in school for making fun of my brother. Anyways, they just put on the same phony smiles and Scarface (scariest one) said, "My dear, we know that you are very young and things like these do happen, but it has been been nearly a month since you have come here and that has been your answer each and every time. Next time try not to forget, after all you are a pretty child and it would be such a shame if something happened to that prettiness when you are so young." Now, I may only be a kid, but I've seen movies and read books. I know when someone is saying to do what they want or your going to get hurt. And anyways, out of all those oldies Scarface is the one who scares me the most. I wonder if I should lie, but I've never lied before. Mama says that lying is wrong, but what they're doing is more wrong so I guess it's okay. Right? Now I'm not to sure. I'll see what happens and then pick what to do. It's starting to get dark now and I want to read before I sleep so that's it for today.

December 22-sometime after breakfast

Today they (the bad guys) asked me that question. They were so stupid. Instead of telling them my real dream I told them that I dreamed of papa practicing with my brother. They even believed me. This just shows you what happens when you underestimate a kid. The bad part is- 

     Seth-kid heard footsteps from outside so he closed the diary, absently tucked it in his bag, and hid under the bed. He held his breath and waited for the footsteps to recede. After what seemed to be an eternity, but what was really only a few seconds Kid-Seth slid from under the bed. He then slipped out the door. After this happened Seth felt Josephine grab, or more like yank, his hand and push him through another vortex.   
    This time when they came out, Josephine landed on her feet, but Seth landed flat on his back. He gave himself a mental high-five that he did not faint like a girl this time and then faintly wondered if he was getting used to the vortex thing.He muttered a curse and then said, "If we were inside my memories how come it feels like I fell from some random place?" Josephine helped him up and then said, "Because although we were visiting your memories, I can't just pop both of our consciousnesses into your brain so I took us to a place that deals with only your lifetime." He looked at her like she was speaking Greek and then said, "Never mind. I've got enough on my mind to think about without trying to think about how your abilities work." 
     After this new proof, Seth sat down and looked at the events that had happened all in the span of two days. He knew that he was not in a dream because the pain that he felt was real and he had woken up on his motorcycle instead of his bed so he did not hold out hope that this was some elaborate scenario that his psyche had created from the trauma of getting into a fight. He had no choice, but to rule out the insane idea because of the proof that was shown to him not only by Josephine, but also by his own body. In the midst of his thoughts a cellphone went off and Josephine  whispered a curse before saying, "Hey, I really hate to run after showing you all that, but we were there for a while so I have to head home before I get even more screwed than I already am." Seth absently nodded and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now.