Dull Silver

Chapter One

Ryker

As his world kept falling down around him the search for his stone started to become less worth it. Not that that means he will stop searching, he's determine to find his stone sometime soon. Although, that really doesn't seem to be happening. And off he goes, searching in some useless place for his stone he'll never find.

What is a kid like Ryker supposed to do in a society like this? Hate life, but can't die? It's even worse than loving life and dying too soon; in Ryker's opinion.

Ryker in his musty black coat, and hiking boots is off to find his stone- the one way to die in this society. Suicidal, everyone calls it, yeah right, more like stoneicidal.

Too many places, too much land, and no way to find a stone that can, in the end, can kill you.

***

As Ryker stalked out of his house once again to find his stone, his older brother, Maxwell, stopped him in his tracks.

"Ryker, why don't you stop? Come back and do something with your life. You already know what everyone else says, 'If you look for your stone, you'll never find it.'"

"Max, I tried. I tried so hard to do something with my life. I can't find anything and that's why I'm trying to find my stone; to get out." Ryker replied.

"Do not make me drag you back into this house." Max stated sternly. Ryker ended up rolling his eyes before walking back into the Sept Manor.

"Thank you." Maxwell told Ryker as they walked into the kitchen the size of an average house. It wasn't that Ryker lived in a big family, it was just the five of them. His mother and father, Maxwell, Cassidy, and him, all living in a mansion that was large enough for a thousand.

After moments of silence, Maxwell spoke again. "Why do you want to find your stone anyway, Ry?"

"Max, we've gone over this. I hate this life. I hate living and there is nothing to look forward to in my day. I just want to go to bed and never wake up again, but do you understand how impossible that is in this world? Utterly impossible. If I would just find my damn stone then this would be over, and I could be out. It's not like it would matter anyway."

"Ryker! Don't you ever say that again. It would matter, you being here is important. Think of what mom and dad would do, what Cassie and I would do. Think of your friends-"

"What friends?"

"Not the point, anyway, Ryker, this is not something you say doesn't matter. This is huge, you are needed. You are loved."

"Thank you, Max. I don't know how much that changes though." Ryker stated as he slipped out of the kitchen and to his room.

Once four floors above the kitchen, Ryker entered his room. As he flopped onto his bed, he began to think. Why am I here? What difference am I to make to the world? Is there really meaning to life? He pondered these questions day after day, to no avail. School was the only answer to getting out of this hell-hole of a home to Ryker.

***

"Ryker! Dinner!" His mother called over the intercom that was laced throughout the house.

"Alright, mom!" He replied as he stood from his bed and shuffled out his door, down four flights of stairs. "An intercom, but no elevator." Ryker mumbled, half out of breath and he reached the first floor.

"Grab a plate and some pasta." Ryker's father, Cooper, commanded as Ryker entered the kitchen. Once the entire family had sat at the table, eating and talking begun.

"Ryker, Maxwell, Cassidy, your mother and I have something to tell you." Cooper stated, sullen.

"We're getting divorced." Ryker's mother, January, blatantly said.

Cassidy dropped her fork, Maxwell spit out his pasta, and Ryker, well, he stood up, got his jacket and left. He flat out left. What more was there to do anyway? No one ran after him either. He was gone, and hopefully he would return. Hopefully.