• Hallelujah Grey
    Chapter One - Rooftops
    Part - One

    There she was. She was perfect in every way that a man could think of; smart, sexy, and even more importantly, very sexy. Oh! I forgot to mention, my name is Zak, Zak Millo. I’m a junior in Hallelujah High, and probably the most egotistical son of a b***h you’ll ever meet. I mean, why shouldn’t I be? Heh, let me explain why: I’m tall, fit, and handsome, and I don’t look too bad to boot. I’m the captain of the football team, and the captain of the Mathletes. I have friends from every circle, clique, and group you can think of, hell, even the teachers love me. I’ve already got a free ride to college and I’m going off in a year to start my perfect life. Well, at least that’s what I would like to say. Truth is, my future wasn’t quite as perfect as I had hoped, and it all started with her. Anyway, back to my story, where was I? Oh yeah, her.
    Nikki, or Nicole Smidge as she preferred to be called, is the girl I was talking about. She sat two seats away from me in my fourth period class, I don’t remember what class it was, I didn’t care. She was there, that’s all that mattered. Now, at this point, I’m sure you think I’m some sort of stalker or creep, but it was the exact opposite. Everywhere I went, she was there, if I went to the mall, I’d see her. If I went to the movies, I’d see her there too. It only dawned on me when I started my junior year. That’s why I can’t help but study her. That, and the fact that every time I was near her, my blood would pump and my temperature would rise to fever pitch. No, not the way you’re thinking of, you sick, sick person you. No, I meant literally, I would get hot all over, and it wouldn’t stop unless I concentrated on her. It was a blessing and a curse, because when I was around her, I could do things that you only see in the movies, but if I ever thought of her, or if I ever were to stray too far away, I would seemingly burn out.
    Well, on this day, I happened to stay up all last night partying, and as such, I was quite sleepy. As it so happened, I fell asleep on my text book. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, as the teacher was about as attentive as a blind, mute, deaf, squirrel. But it just so happens that my book chose that exact moment to spontaneously combust. Imagine that, waking up to a flaming book on your face. Well, after screaming and falling out of my chair like a small child, someone put out the fire, and I was sent home.
    You know what? I think I’m tired of telling you everything; you’re the one reading this, so I’ll let my story play out a little, instead of me just giving you all facts. How’s that for “creative writing”?!

    Zak walked silently down the road to his house, when he happened to cross that one ally that Kev was in. Kev wasn’t really the one to hate people, but there was just something about this guy that bugged him. Besides, this was his job after all… “Linds! He’s here, we’re going, now.” He shouted further into the ally.
    “You sure it’s him? I mean, we could be making a mistake.”
    “Nonsense, I know one when I see one, now lets go!”
    Zak didn’t get two hundred feet from the school when he was jumped by some thugs. There were five of them, all dirty, and all angry. They all circle him in a tight formation, and it reminded Zak of a football huddle, unfortunately, he was the small member of the other team caught spying,
    “So here you are, just like he said you would be,” the biggest one said, in the cockiest manor he could muster.
    “What the hell are you talking about? I’m just trying to get home you crazy hoboes,” Zak shot back. Unfortunately, the big one didn’t like the term hobo so much. His face contorted, and he grunted grotesquely. Then, like a bolt of lighting, his right fist flew up, in an attempt to implant it as far into Zak’s face as humanly possible. Now, however, luck was on Zak’s side. Another fist caught the first one.
    “Like a ray of sunshine, come through the heavy clouds of the storm, I am here to vanquish the evil in the souls of men! I come from nowhere, and yet lead to everywhere! I am the immortal beast of justice, the mighty Craig Willo, leader of the Schwarzer Adler!”

    Sorry to cut away from the action here, but I think I may have to explain something to you. The man that came to my rescue just now happens to be another hobo, but, unlike the other, angry hoboes, he is psychotic. The Schwarzer Adler, or “Black Eagle” in English, is the little task squad he set up in his head. Unfortunately, I’m slightly tired from all this reminiscing, and as such, I’m going to take a nap, so you’ll just have to wait for part two.