JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: The Lost Arrow

The Kids Don't Stand A Chance

The gentle wind sways the branches and leaves. It brushes past the weeds and blades of grass, it picks up the soft tufts of Dandelion seeds. The wind could carry them anywhere. A foot away, a mile, a whole other state, even. Or, in this case, a few feet and into the face of an unconscious teenager.

Joeffery Joestar, 17 years old, lives on 2nd street in Rose Hills, Maine. He snaps awake with a groan. "Oh shit, man." He mutters as he sits up and notices the shining debris lodged in his side. He was strolling through the woods when the ground gave way beneath his feet, and he tumbled down a hillside. Last thing he remembers was falling half way down the hill before hitting his head on a tree. Joeffery begins to tug at the metal fragments in his abdomen, but passes out once again at the first spurt of blood.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Joeffery awakes to see a large guy leaning over him. It's Josef Jolenski. His family is Russian and immigrated a few years ago. Joeffery knows they go to the same school, but not much else about him. "Yeah, I'm probably fine." Joeffery painfully says as he climbs to his feet with the help of Josef. "Here, we go back to your house. Where do you live?" Josef asks. He has a very slight accent, and mild grammar mistakes in his dialect. "2nd street." Joeffery says as he and Josef slowly start walking back towards the edge of the woods, Joeffery slightly bleeding along the way.

The two reach the suburban neighborhood Joeffery lives in. They continue walking down the sidewalk passing the named and numbered street before turning onto 2nd street and approaching Joeffery's house. "Thanks, man. I'm feeling alot better now." Joeffery states as he takes a step onto his lawn and the debris pops out of his side. He picks it up and notices his wound is gone. No longer is there a gash in his abdomen. "Here, you want it?" Joeffery asks as he reaches out his arm to hand the piece over to Josef. "Sure. I take... thing..." Josef says reluctantly as he grabs the metal piece and begins walking to his own home.

As the two parted ways, they felt an uncertainty, would they ever speak again? Would they become friends? Or does an odd encounter not guarantee a 2nd meeting? Regardless, the two continued on their day, eating dinner, and eventually going to sleep. While Josef slept soundly, Joeffery slept restlessly and woke up in a cold sweat multiple times. The metal piece on Josef's shelf rattled and shook. It moved a millimeter, an inch, three inches. It slowly crawled across the shelf and launched itself off the shelf and across the room. Josef awoke to a sharp pain. The debris had lodged itself in his shoulder. But before Josef could worry, freak out, or even shout, he passed back out and started bleeding all over his bed.

Joeffery awoke the next morning more tired than when he fell asleep. He clambers out of his room, down the stairs and clumsily stumbles his way through taking a shower and eating pancakes. He falls onto his couch to stare at the tv for a few hours. Everything phases in and out and he finds himself walking out the door, just now exiting an almost trancelike state.

Josef awoke to his bed clean and himself tucked into his sheets. Was the metal shard in his shoulder all a dream? "But it felt so real..." He thought. He got out of bed and opened his closet to grab some clothes, but as he opened the slotted doors, he was hit with a rectangular prism with an indent in it. Josef falls to the ground as the item rolls over to his closet door. The door begins to shake and rattle before falling off of its hinges and onto the strange item. A loud crack echoes through the room as the door splits in half. The halves stand straight up before sinking into the object. The Object starts to shake violently as its enveloped by the cheap wood of the closet door. Josef scurries backwards away from the object as it begins to float in the air and the wood grows into a torso, sprouting a set of legs and arms. The being develops a blank wooden face, which soon furnishes itself with two bright yellow eyes, with two vertical slits, separating each eye into 3 segments.

Josef stares at the thing in horror before asking it "What the hell are you?". The thing didn't answer, it just tilted its head over to the side. "Are you the door? Or are you rectangle thing?" Josef continues. The thing shakes its head then nods. "So you are rectangle." Josef confirms. "Why are you here?" Josef asks. The thing points at the metal piece on Josef's shelf. "Hmm... Do you have name?" Josef continues with the questions as he stands up and walks to his shelf. The thing shakes its head and follows Josef. "I call you... Statikk." Josef states as he picks up the metal piece and goes to leave his house.