My mother was always right. Her concerned voice rattled through my brain, 'Leon, don't forget to wear your beanie to work; I don't know how you'll survive out there. I'm glad I don't have to face the elements myself, but I don't want you catching a cold!' Being the genius I was, I found myself strolling to the lab with a bare head. People say some interesting things about scientists, but it certainly rang true that they were quite absent-minded. I had always felt scattered, and it was during these moments where I truly appreciated Liz's role in my life.
'Morning, Liz.' I glanced over at her desk. As expected, it was flooded with piles of pages and documents. She regarded me with a cautious glare at first, but upon noticing it was me, she smiled professionally and greeted me with a 'Hello there, Leon.' Even though her desk was a complete mess, she knew where everything was. If there was one lady I knew who would likely live her existence without ever indulging in any sort of romance, it was this one. Liz was mechanical and overtly systematic, and I loved her for that.
Life as a forensic scientist was really satisfying. The hours weren't too long, I got to witness some hard-assed criminals every now and then (admit it, you're jealous) and I had plenty of time to do other stuff. Like get away from Liz. Like having coffee. Like forgetting my beanie. That sort of thing... Ouch!
I opened my eyes and looked over at the floor... It was a pencil. 'Let me guess', I blurted, 'Jason.' He burst out laughing, apparently in the mindset of a five-year old who throws pencils at innocent bystanders for entertainment. 'Oh, man, that was good! I gotcha good that time, didn't I?' My anger was no match for his cheesy, wide grin, and I laughed along. Jason was my colleague, best friend, and also a complete jerk. I had known him for... a long time, since uni.
Then, something strange happened. I mean really strange. The doors opened and someone strutted into the lab. There were three things about this that were weird; firstly, people don't strut in science labs. Throw pencils at each other, maybe, but they never strut. It simply isn't done. The second weird thing was his hair. It was bright blue and stuck up unrelentingly into the sky. It was as if it was held in place by a frozen zephyr... except, the lab had no wind at all. He looked like a complete weirdo, but I wasn't bothered by it.
And the most weird thing was that.. I knew him. I couldn't quite say who he was, but a fierce gut feeling in my stomach burnt with sureness. His deep, powerful voice echoed through the lab as he boomed, 'Leon. Come.'
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Ray of Light
Spirituale'Ray of Light' is a tragic tale about a seemingly ordinary forensic scientist living in New York. He lives with his mother. He goes to work every morning. He talks with his colleagues. He's normal, right? Wrong. Join Leon in a quest packed with weir...
