I threw down my notebook seeing this. Jenna was clearly standing in front of me, slouching over. As if waiting to be sent to life, I wasn't going to do this. I wasn't going to ruin Jenna's life. I wanted Jenna to life his own life. He would live his own life, he would. These thoughts flew past me and everything started to go black again, then reappear. I was standing in the middle of the woods, a knife being held in my left hand. I looked around quickly, confused as to why I was even here.
"You.. Aren't following the rules." A voice spoke behind me, the words cold and hard, practically indenting my skin with impact.
I turned slowly, my face met with a completely black mass that took the shape of a small, rounded woman with shining orange eyes. The woman looked on at me as if expecting an answer. She reached out, grabbing my nose and pulling on it hard enough I was sure it may come off. She stopped, nodding, letting go, and moving away from my face. She glanced around, grabbing a handful of jade colored dust, and sprinkling it across my chest, my shirt was replaced with a jade colored jacket, nearly black-green pants, and pink socks matched with dark cyan colored tennis shoes.
"Your name shall be Gaius, meaning to be joyful.. Forget you were ever named Kieran, meaning small dark one." She spoke, looking me straight in the eye.
"I will not accept your gratitude. Call me by my name, woman." I spoke, my voice going deeper and more dominant.
She looked at me with an expect gaze. "Will you earn those rights?"
"I will beat them out of you." I said, a smile growing in my face.
The last shook her head, sprouting a light grey root out of the ground behind me. I smirked, looking back at her. I guess I could finally teach her the real meaning of my name. I lifted my fist, black tentacles arising from the ground and sound King towards her, wrapping tightly around her frame. They reached up and wrapped around her eyes. She would learn better then to ruin my life. I was in control, and I was planning for it to be that was for as long as I could manage to keep it that way.
She struggled as she was impaled every which way by the tentacles surrounding her. A poignant yellow oil started spilling between the cracks of the cage she was imprisoned in. She was, of course, dead by now. I smiled, it was done. I was going to be in control now, and no one else was. Maybe I could even.. find Jenna? He had to be alive somewhere. If I just killed one of the most powerful women from this realm, Jenna definitely has to be alive somehow, somewhere. And I would make it up to him.
My phone suddenly rung in my pocket, dropping the illusion around me. I had just strangled my.. mother. I was laying in bed, looking at my mother, bleeding on the floor. I blinked slowly, coming to a realization. I had accidentally used my.. possibilities of energy on her! They were never supposed to hurt anyone I loved, and I could tell now this was definitely not fake. I could smell fresh pancakes clashing with the iron of my mother's blood soaking my old bedroom carpet.
Then my father walked in. "What did you do, Kieran?!" He demanded, grabbing my collar and shaking me.
"She's.. I don't know dad, I promise I don't know!" I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks. "You gave me the power in the first place..!"
"You are untrustworthy. You are no longer my son. Leave. Never come back." He spoke harshly, letting go of my collar.
I was bewildered. My own father. Had just, kicked me out of my house? I was going to graduate. How am I ever supposed to graduate now? Tell them my father made the great decision of giving me the power to alternate reality because he continuously found people around him having tremendously bad luck, like being killed by falling icicles or being trapped and suffocated under falling objects. Of course he repeatedly blamed himself for all of these incidents and decided to give the power to me. He isn't the brightest.
And now he's forcing me to move out of his house? My whole family must have some borderline crazy disorder. I seemed to be the only one that didn't find these pieces fit together very well. I moved off of the bed hesitantly and got outside. The bus was waiting outside, and I boarded, sitting in the very far back. Luckily I had put on new clothes last night. Maybe I can just, continue my life as if it was normal. Except, I'm going to have to get a job, and a new house, a new... everything.
But there was something in the way of my progress, the police. They were of course onto my family and me. Me especially now that I have been involved in the killing of two people. To be honest, if anything, I was surprised the speed the police seemed to suddenly know this information. This was all very odd, but then again, it did rain cows not too long ago, so who was I to judge the situation? I felt like my city was a little out of place sometimes. We were a little oddball, that city you would hear from that a madman handed out bouquets of sparkly decorated fruits.
My mind had drifted so far from the police I hadn't even notice they had been asking the same question a few times now, and I was seemingly spacing off and paying no attention to them. "Sir? What is your name?" They spoke harshly.
I looked up at them. "Sorry, my name is K-... Mickey." Well, one of the sophomores was going to hate me.
"Mickey? As in, Mickey Johnson?" The police asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
My eyes widened a bit. "I.. Yes."
"Well, someone told us, that's not your name." The police shifted their position. "Kieran Parr."
I cringed at the mention of my last name. "That's me, alright."
"Well, have a good day then!" They smiled, and walked off nonchalantly.
Mickey was somehow behind me now, pushed on my shoulders, and looked at me. "Remember me, Kieran?"
