A Living Storm

Chapter 1

          AUTHORS NOTE: I have not edited this chapter so I apologize if you find any spelling errors or things I did wrong.
       

  (Benjamin's POV)

     "Son breakfast is ready!" my father shouted from the kitchen.

     "One Second!" I responded. I had accidentally yelled a little quieter than I was trying to. I wasn't completely sure wether he had heard me or not all the way from my room.

     I had to finish filling out the application I had gotten just the other day so I can turn it in and start working. I raced downstairs once I was done. I could smell the sweet syrup and chocolate chip waffles.

     "Well that was fast." Dad said with a chuckle.

     "Haha so funny dad you've made that joke so many times." I said while giving him a sarcastic smirk. I walked over to the table and sat down across from him. The delicious scent of the waffles was mouth watering, I looked over and I had a cup of orange juice sitting just a little away from my plate.

     "Thanks for making breakfast." I smiled smiled at him.

     "Hey Ben?"

     I looked at my father and he was looking down at his plate poking a waffle with his fork.

     "Yeah? Is something wrong?"

     "Could you do something for me?" He had finally made eye contact with me. His green eyes were stirring and I could tell whatever it was, it was important to him.

     "Sure." I'm still not sure exactly what he is meaning, but he is my dad and he took me in when I was a child so I feel like I owe him everything.

     "What's the thing you're wanting me to do? If you're talking about the dishes then I can do them after I finish eating." At this point I am thinking of every possible thing he could ask me to do right now. Could it be cleaning the house or checking the mail, but wait it couldn't be any of that because it looks important based on his expression and tone. I really can't think of anything important it could be.

     "No Ben it's not the dishes." he said followed by a light chuckle.

     "I need you to pick someone up for me."

     "Like a date? Haha. Dad you want me to find you a girlfriend?"
     Well, I never thought this conversation would end up here. I'm trying my hardest not to laugh, but the thought of me setting my dad up with someone is all to funny to me. I let out an accidental snort, I covered my mouth trying to stop laughing. I composed myself and said "Ok. I apologize. Go on." still with a small smile on my face.

     "No I don't need a girlfriend. I need you to find someone who is about your age and..." he paused and took a few breaths, and the expression on his face turned cold. I waited for him to finish the sentence. He was now staring down at the table, he slowly turned his head to look at me. I didn't break eye contact. His eyes were cold and daring, his glare starting to scare me. My dad has never looked at me like this before. What's going on with him?

     In a tone he never uses and a blank expression he said with no reaction to his own words "I need you to find someone who is about your age and I need you to kill her."

     "What? I need to what?"
     There is no way my father just told me to kill someone. This has to be a joke.

     "You're kidding right?" I said in disbelief at the words that have escaped his pale lips. He kept the cold stare. He's actually being serious right now.

     "Why would I kill someone for you? I'm not a killer." I don't know how to feel right now. There is so much running through my head right now. I still can't believe he is serious.

     I started to drift off into thought trying to comprehend what has been said. Dad interrupted my thoughts saying "I can explain why. There is a good reason. Trust me."

     I could feel his stare although I was avoiding it.

     Honestly imagine this for a moment. Imagine that your dad who is the only parent you have had for all your seventeen years of life has told you to kill someone. That is a horrible thing to think about let alone having it happen to you. The sinking feeling in my stomach was immense, and my head was spinning with so many thoughts. My dad has never said anything like this to me, we have been pretty close from what I know. He taught me how to ride my first bike and helped me when I found out that I wasn't like other kids, I am special. He has protected me my entire life. Breaking from my thoughts I stare at the hard wood floor. I stand up, leaving my breakfast on the table with half a glass of orange juice left. I take a few steps away from the table, and while keeping my back turned towards my father I turn my head in his direction never meeting his eyes.

     "What could possibly be a good reason to ask me to kill someone and actually be serious about it?" I say just loud enough for him to hear. I could hear the wooden chair slide backwards with a screech as he stood up.

     "She's going to destroy the city. She has special abilities just like you, but I have taught you better than to destroy cities. You want to be a hero right? If you kill her she will not be able to destroy the city. You have to help the city....you have to help me Benjamin." he said. The tone of his voice was now soft, yet urgent. I believed him. I believed what he was telling me.

     I turned around and met his eyes.

     "So who is this girl?"