Unwritten

Chapter 1 Part 1 - The Boy who was..

"Sorry I'm late", I called out between broken breaths, while beads of sweat encompassed my brow.

"I knew you would be- it was destiny. It can never be avoided," David said nonchalantly while perched on a stone wall clutching a short lead with small black terrier attached to it.

"Have you been smoking again and what's with the dog?" I eyed him suspiciously. I looked for glazed bloodshot eyes but found shallow rings encompassing them.

"No," he laughed, "not in a while my friend, besides I would have invited you to partake."

"So, why did you ask me to come here so urgently, what did you want me to see?"

"Destiny,"

"Destiny?" There was that word again, I thought.

A thin slither of a smile crept across his face, "Free will, Atticus, do you believe in it?"

"Yes, of course, I do."

"See, that man, over there," he pointed without moving the rest of his body at a man in a pinstripe suit, who walked briskly from one corner of the park to the other.

I nodded, "What about him?"

"Every day, he walks through the park at precisely 1.15pm. He is never one minute early nor one minute late, he is always on time, never straying from the path."

"Okay that's a little weird, but why is that interesting to us?"

"The man suffers from OCD. Since he obtained his job nearby, he would always walk through the park to the food cart".

I looked at him quizzically and expectantly for his explanation of the bizarre conversation we were just having.

"What would happen, if he was suddenly late?"

"I don't know. Nothing perhaps?"

"Watch", He nodded to towards the man and let his grip loosen completely on the terrier's lead.

The black streak of fur darted across the road and intercepting the pinstriped man, knocking him to the floor.

Moments later a cyclist cut through the park and across the road. A cascade of noise fell as a van swerved to miss the cyclist and hit the front of the food cart,

My head quickly swivelled away from the chaos and confusion, towards David's grinning face.

"You did this didn't you?"

"And if I hadn't?"

"He would have died?"

"Exactly."

"But how?" I asked.

It was at that point David, pushed himself off from the wall to his feet and walked away from me. After a few steps, he turned to me and asked, "Are you not coming?"

"Do I even have I choice?"

He only replied with a smug look and walked away, while I followed in his shadow.