[Devious] Chapter 1

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I awoke with my face on the pavement, blood spilling from my lip. Looking around I realized the four boys had gone, leaving me broken and bloodied on the ground. Bugs fell from my hair to the ground as I got up. Scuttling away, they retreated into the cracks in the pavement, hiding in fear from a quick death humans usually give them.
I was not looking forward to going home, my dad is not the kind that will pity me or feel obliged to look after me if I am hurt.
I looked around. My bag, laptop, wallet and phone had all been taken. Books lay strewn on the floor, papers ripped and crumpled. I had a report due tomorrow in history and my teacher, Mr. Logan, was going to kill me. Searching the mess I figured it must be amongst the shreds of paper, but that was the least of my worries.
Walking home wasn’t going to be pleasant, as my shoes were missing and I had to walk through the dodgy neighborhood, which were often strewn broken bottles and old pieces of metal to get home.
Then I saw this odd looking man, sitting on the school fence. I immediately turned in the opposite direction, wanting to get away from him since he cast a malevolent aura around him and a feeling of unease crept in. I can usually sense when bad things are going to happen and I started to feel dizzy with trepidation. I turned my head slightly and saw he was following me, so I started to run. I looked over my shoulder and saw he was still walking behind me, but somehow he was getting closer. Layering on the speed, my surroundings started to blur. I was gaining speed. Light and sound rushed past my eyes and ears until all I could see was the view in front of me. My peripherals were a mix of colours as buildings and trees whizzed by, faster than I had experienced before. The feeling of dread increased as I reached the safety of my house and halted to a stop. I delved my hand into my pocket and ripped out the key. Stabbing the key into the lock I heard a chuckle behind me. I turned my head, beads of sweat dripping into my eyes.
“Found you” and at that moment the man grabbed me into a tight embrace and everything went dark.
The floor disappeared from beneath us, and we fell, swirling into oblivion. I felt like all the happiness from the world had been drained and all that was left was death, hate, greed and desire. It was almost as if these emotions were emanating from the man. Then it stopped.
Colour flooded in all around me, and bright light burned my eyes. Spots appeared in my vision and I fell to the floor, blinking to get rid of them. They slowly receded, and it took me a few seconds to realize I had been let go.
I was in a grey, dank room filled with the smell of wet, rotting timber. The floorboards creaked as I stood up and looking around, I realized the man was standing, staring at me like he was staring deep into my soul. His shirt lay on the floor.
“You will co-operate...or you will die”
I looked at him, unable what to think or say as he pulled out a double barreled shot gun, “There will be a leakage in your body if you don’t take off your clothes and sit in my lap” he replied as he got up and sat down on the end of the bed. Unzipping his pants, he motioned to the space in front of him.
My heart pounded as I looked around; there was only a window in this room. Walking towards it, I looked out into the open space below.
We were hanging out on the edge of a cliff, in the middle of nowhere.
“Put your clothes down there, where you’re standing” he nodded towards the floor in front of me. I moved away from the window, “And if I don’t?” as soon as I’d said that he shot at me. A spray of tiny bullets shot from the barrels and blew the window clean out of the wall.
“Your head will be next”
I took off my socks, since my shoes were still missing, and dropped them on the floor in front of me. I took my shirt off and undid my belt buckle.
“And your pants”, he said, as he stared at my bare chest, which I must admit is pretty good as I had abs, and looked down at my crutch.
I slid off my pants and stood there in my boxers. Walking towards him, I hid my belt in my hand, behind my back, touching my stomach with the other. I stopped in front of him.
“You’re much nicer that I thought” the pedophile said, practically drooling as he stared me up and down.
Whipping the belt out, I smacked the side of his head with the metal buckle and he fell to the side and moaned, the gun still in his hand. I kicked his stomach and smacked his head with the buckle again, hoping to knock him out. He screamed out, “You mother fucker!!” and swung his leg out, hitting me feet and knocking be over, “I’ll fucking kill you and rape your family! I’ll murder your elders and make sure that your blood line is wiped from society!!”
I slid back and staggered to my feet, feeling dizzy. I had already been beaten up today and now it was taking its toll.
The paedophile was standing in front of me, slouching slightly with blood dripping from his temple. He lifted his hand and I flew across the room and hit the wall, suspended in mid air as he raised his gun. “You would have been a good fuck”, and as he pulled the trigger I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
A white light filled my eyelids, searing them with pain. Red spots appeared, yet I opened them. The room was filled with white light and an African looking man stood before me, smiling.
“Is this heaven?” I managed in a whisper. He laughed like this was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
“Boy, this isn’t heaven. I am here because it is not your time to die. You life is important, you are destined to save the world…again”
“Wha...what do you mean ‘again’?” I stuttered.
“I cannot tell you, for that is not mine to tell”
“Then what is?”
“The world is ruled by the light and the dark, the Saviours and the Reapers. Saviours protect the world from darkness and the Reapers steal the light and replace it by darkness. Saviours are not chosen but given their status. This usually happens in an act of good, or if a great power is used for good. Reapers are created when all the light is stolen away from one’s soul, they become the darkness”
“That sounds a bit cliché” I shouldn’t have said that.
“How dare you criticize the Light. It may be cliché but people die every day because of this war!!! If you don’t want to help then I will let you die in the hands of this…this pedophile!” the African screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Alright, ok. I’ll listen”
“…I am here,” he said in a calm voice after a minute, “to unlock your hidden potential, you ‘powers’”, and as he said this he placed his hand on my forehead, a warm buzz pouring into my skull.
“Goodbye” and he was as gone as quickly as he’d left. The white light in the room dissolved from the room. The pedophile was standing there, his gun pointing at me, but this time I could see ripples of energy flowing from his hand that held me to the wall.
“You would have been a good fuck”, and as he pulled the trigger I flung up my arms. The bullets halted in mid air. Staring in wonder at my hand the pedophile mouth dropped open in shock. “I thought you didn’t have power! I’ve watched you for weeks and there hasn’t even been an inkling of magic ability from you!”
I smiled, “Think again”, and flicking my wrist, I sent sending every bullet straight back at him. Something made a crack and the pedophile surrounded himself in tendrils of smoke. The floor around him opened up into a hole of darkness, swallowing him up.
I Fell to the floor, gasping. I searched the room, but he was gone. After a while of sitting on the floor, I realized that every now and then the room would ripple and contort, like an illusion. If this was an illusion, then where was I? Walking up to the hole in the wall, I looked down, seeing the vast drop shimmer and I could faintly see a house. Looking like mine.

So I figured it was an illusion, and jumped.

• Making of a hero

  by petronella64

  Posted Aug 21, 2008
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  I enjoyed the descriptions of his surroundings, the aftermath of the first beating.
  
  His interactions with the pedophile were very well written.
  
  I question how fast he goes from being a boy who is easily beaten by a group of other boys to one who is able to fight the pe... (read more)

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• Aug 20, 2008 at 11:02 PM
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• Fantasy
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