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Entry 8-March 20, 2009-Greyy Chapter 1 |
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Revelations
Owen woke up as his alarm rang. His black hair was plastered against his scalp.
That same dream again... The dream wasn't all that scary, but for some reason, Owen always awoke sweating. The moment actually happened three months before, but it was relived in the dream. This was the fifth time it had come back.
The analog clock on Owen's bedstead read 7:00. Despite the fact that it was a weekend, Owen always woke up early. He tossed the sheets off of himself and walked out of his door to the entertainment room. He was most likely the first one up, but since his domain was the attic, he didn't have to be too quiet. In the entertainment room was a couch, and laying loyally on the couch, where Owen left them, was Lappy, Owen's faithful laptop, and Poppy, Owen's beautiful calico cat.
"Good mornin' guys. How'd you sleep?" Poppy let out an annoyed meow, having been woken up from her precious sleep, and stretched luxuriously. Owen laid down on the couch, across from the HD Widescreen TV, and turned Lappy on. This was his weekend routine, most of the time.
As usual, Owen got on his favorite website, Gaia Online. Spontaneous Ripple, which was his username, reflected what Owen looked like in real life. Black Coat. Black Toboggan. Shaggy Black Hair. Etcetera.
A little speech bubble was coming out of Spontaneous Ripple's mouth. Inside it were the words "Hey, I've got...1 Friend Request, 1 Guild Request, 1 Private Message" Owen clicked on the link about the guild request.
Owen's eyes turned light green. Curious. The guild was called The Greyy Society.
His eyes flashed yellow. Greyy was the word on the business card. Below the invitation were the words "Fred Janss invited you to join The Greyy Society 'It's about time you learn about your own kind.'" Owen clicked on the link. A total of 50 users were members of the guild, and every one of the avatars had gray eyes. At the head of the guild was a user named Fred Janss. Owen clicked to go to his profile.
Owen's eyes went totally yellow. It was the spitting image of the man that Owen met those three months ago. Clicking the back button, Owen read the guild's description, if it were there. Instead of the description, a pair of eyes stared back at him. Owen's breath caught. The eyes were changing colors, just like his.
Owen leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. What the crap? What's wrong with me? No. I'm fine. What's wrong with this Frederick guy? Why am I being stalked? Wait a sec...
He went back to the screen of his laptop and clicked on the link to the Friend Request. Of course. I was right. It was Frederick. Now to the message. From Fred. His avatar, was saying:
"Hello Owen. In a few days, you will be experiencing some changes. What does he expect? I'm freakin' 14. It's time for you to realize what you are. I would like you to meet me at your high school at 12:00 Noon. Great, I'm being stalked by a kidnapper. No, I'm not going to do anything to you, this is for your own good, and your family's well being. If you do not go, I will find you. You've got about 5 hours until then."
Owen's head started to hurt. How did he know what time Owen would read this? My family's well being? My own good? What is wrong with me? Owen looked at Poppy, his eyes dark blue with sadness, looking liquid with the tears he held back.
"Poppy, is anything wrong with me?" As if feeling his sorrow, Poppy stretched out her snout and put her nose against his. A tear streamed down his face, "Thanks Poppy."
*****
Jack McLeod casually walked down the sidewalk of Rainbow City, Alabama. A cool smile was spread out on his face Ever since arriving in America from Ireland, he had had a strange since of confidence, and he needed it.
"Where are you, lass?" His intructions were a surprise to him. He was usually chosen for harder missions, not hunting a child. His targets were usually a bit more...damaging.
Not that he was ever hurt. He was barely even touched when it came to physical contact. He was swift, strong, and experienced. Not to mention, the strongest of his kind.
Of course, all of his brethen wouldn't admit it, but they knew it was true. After an example was made of James, no one would dare deny it again. Pity, James was also pretty strong.
"Excuse me, sir," Jack looked behind him at a girl about twelve, "Your shoe is beginning to explode."
There we go. The signal. Jack stared into her black eyes. "Come with me."
*****
Walking to the fountain in the middle of her village, Calina ran her plan over in her mind. No one would recognize her, with her snow-white hair, but what she was doing was dangerous. Of course, her hair had not always been white. In fact, it used to be a deep brown, but her newfound power had changed that.
Sitting on the half-frozen side of the fountain, she waited for her escort to come. Where is Kaushal? Calina looked around for the Indian man who found her. Kaushal was one like her. He was the one who warned her of her power, and was going to escort her to where she and her family would be safe.
Calina paused her traveling eyes. Across the cobblestone street, a man was staring back at her. Tall and limber, he easily stood a head taller than most people in the village plaza. His tan skin marked him an American, though he dressed like any other Russian. His large, black eyes showed open contempt for her, like he was trying to intimidate her. Well it was working.
A skinny hand tapped Calina on the shoulder. She jumped as if she was suddenly brought back into reality. A short man with light gray hair stood over her. Kaushal. His large gray eyes showed compassion, yet also concern.
"Kaushal, there you a--" Kaushal cut her off.
"We must go, there is a great evil present." Calina tensed. Looking back, she saw that the man was gone. Kaushal grabbed her hand and walked towards the gate leading out of the village. A voice popped into Calina's head.
Be careful, Calina. It was Kaushal. You are in great danger. They have sensed you. Be very quiet and don't say a word. When I count to three, start running. Calina very nearly started running when the voice sounded in her head. Calina looked over her shoulder, the man was still gone.
1... A shadow stepped out from behind a building. The man.
2...The man stepped out and started following, his black eyes glistening. He raised his hand towards her.
3! Calina broke out in a run. She easily outdistanced the short Kaushal. Behind her, the man released a ball of black fire. Gasps broke out from the crowd as the ball missed and hit a small shanty, making it explode upon impact. People ran around like ants.
"Calina, keep going! I'll hold them off! Just run outside the gate!" Kaushal stopped running and turned to face the man. Calina stopped running, and turned towards Kaushal.
"No! I'll help you!" Tears rushed down Calina's face
"You can't even control your own powers Calina! All you'll do is kill yourself! Go!" Calina ripped her eyes off of her mentor. Her friend. Running back towards the gate, she noticed the snow around her starting to melt. Her powers. Behind her, something exploded.
She made it to the gate and looked behind her. Kaushal was laying down in a heap. He was still breathing, but he was badly injured. Tears were falling from her face in streams. The man started walking towards her. Before running out of the gate, she jerked her arm as if throwing something at the man. A torrent of water hit the man, knocking him out. When he regained conciousness, Calina was gone.
*****
Calina kept running until her feet were sore. Deep in the Russian woods, she was far from home. Calina screamed, she hit a root and fell to the ground. Pain emenated from her ankle. It was sprained. Calina sniffled. I'm going to die.
She lost track of how long she cried. It must have been an hour. Just then, a crunching sound sounded from a way off. Something was coming towards her. Calina scrambled up against a tree.
The sound came closer. Calina started breathing heavily. She was scared out of her wits. Shadows came closer in the night forest. Tall shadows. Human shadows. The man. Calina grabbed a nearby stick.
"St-Stay back!" It was a struggle to talk. The man came closer. Another shadow was beside him. He had a friend this time. More shadows appeared. A lot of friends.
The shadows came into view. Calina screamed and closed her eyes, flailing the stick in front of her. Someone grabbed the stick out of her hands. Another put her hand against her shoulder.
"Just kill me now, make it quick!" Calina was sobbing like a five-year-old refused a toy.
"Didn't Kaushal tell you?" Calina opened her eyes. A smiling woman with gray eyes was staring back at her. Other gray eyed people surrounded her. "We're here to help."
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