Immortal Slayer

Only chapter one up for reading so far but enjoy regardless

Chapter One: Gates of White Marble

I looked down to the piece of paper in front of me covered in mathematical equations glad to be able to find a spot where I could stop doing math homework. I looked towards the digital clock/radio and saw that it read 8:15pm. I closed the math textbook and picked it up along with the paper to put it to the right of me past the blank black mouse pad and mouse on it. Just as I leaned back to look at my laptop, that was situated in front of me with nothing on the desk between it and me, my Galaxy S 2 cell phone buzzed displaying the caller's ID. I grabbed the phone and looked at the lit screen to see that the caller was my best friend, Isaiah.

“What's up?” I asked sounding a little tired from all of the math homework I had to do for practically the whole day.

“I've found something that you should take a look at.” Isaiah replied. “It feels strange. I don't think it's natural.” He added sounding a little nervous.

“Alright. Where is it?” I asked wondering where Isaiah could have found something strange. There were quite a few areas around Beaverton Oregon where people have said they had seen something strange, or have reported seeing ghosts and such.

“School parking lot on the south side, close to the building.”

“I'll be there in about fifteen minutes.” I said then hung up. I got up from my desk to walk over to the bed shoved into the left corner of the large spacious attic where I lived above, and at the other end of the house, from the old man who had adopted me when I was like three or four. The attic ran the length of the old man's house. The top of it had stained wood beams next to the roof while there was hanging lamps. The floor of the attic was a pleasant tan brown. Like a lot of what was up in the attic all my furniture was made of stained wood probably carved by mater craftsmen. The dresser was wide at roughly four feet while only being about maybe a foot from the front of it to the back. I reached for the two knobs of the first of four big drawers and pulled it out. Once I pulled it back enough to get two long knee length wool socks I closed it again with a one handed push in the middle.

I then walked over to the big closet and got a hooded black wool sweatshirt and my leather jacket I wore whenever I drove around on my motorcycle. I donned the gray wool socks, leather pants over the camouflage ones I was already wearing, motorcycle boots, the leather jacket, and lastly picked up my motorcycle helmet and headed to the stairs in the middle area of the attic. As I walked down the wooden stairs my boots made thumping noises with each step. At the bottom of the stairs that went to my living area in the old man's house was the the kitchen, which also opened up to the living room with a couch and two lazy chairs facing a entertainment stand with a pretty good 47 inch TV.

“I'll be out for a while Gramps.” I said loudly enough so the old man could hear me from his room where he probably was reading or something. I went to the garage and opened the garage door before hoping on my motorcycle that looked like the white bike from the old PS2 game XGRA. It was about 200 pounds or so because of the metal that added up to armor and the monstrous thick wheels that don't go flat even with nails in them. The motorcycle didn't have any weapons built into it or an energy shield to go with it like they did in the game. I hopped on and revved the engine resulting in a smooth mechanical roar from the motorcycle's engine. After walking it out of the garage I put in a number code to the security pad on the front left side of the border around the garage opening.

I waited for it to close all the way before driving off to the high school I attended when I didn't get pulled into some sort of supernatural mess. The drive to Westfield high school was mostly quite since there was virtually nobody out and about in the cold weather unless they had to be. I pulled into the parking lot to find Isaiah standing under one of the light posts looking down at something. I parked the motorcycle near him and took off my helmet before going over to him. Isaiah was a tall blond haired teenager with an athletic build from him doing martial arts since he was little. He was wearing black cargo jeans, a black hooded sweatshirt, black tennis shoes, and a beanie hat pulled over the top of his head to protect from the cold weather. At the sound of my boots thudding on the concrete Isaiah looked up and his blue eyes met mine before he nodded.