Inheritance

Chapter 4: Tutorial

                Ian ran. He ran fast and he ran far away from the sirens, from the bodies from everything. He didn't stop running until he reached home. A home that was about a mile and a half away from that man and the dead bodies and the sirens and the police officers with guns and...

He stopped and threw up. One of the things that Ian was proud of was is ability to not throw up. The first and only time that he had ever thrown up, (other than today, of course) was when he was five, when he ate a jalapeño pepper by mistake. Ever since then he was the guy who never threw up. It wasn't much, but you have to be proud of the little that you have sometimes. Now he didn't even have that.

He kept running, a little bit of vomit dribbling down his mouth to his chin. A little bit of vomit on his mouth wasn't really a concern of his at the current moment. He waay to deep in his thoughts to do anything other than run and think.

The thing that scared him the most was that he didn't really feel bad for killing those kids. If he was honest, someone would have done it eventually. The thing that scared him the most was the fact that eventually, he would probably get caught by the police and get arrested. Also, that he was probably crazy. He was killing people and seeing old men disappear to only reappear inside his head. Only crazy people thought like that he was apparently one of them.

He needed a drink.

When Ian finally got home, he found the house empty, which was good. When one is trying to figure out whether they are crazy or not, the distraction of parents telling you to study for exams is not very welcome.

He took off his shoes and headed to the kitchen, where he got a glass. He poured himself a glass of guilty pleasure, which bubbled and fizzed. He had promised himself he would stop drinking this stuff, but he was pretty shaken, so he let himself indulge in the drink. He looked into the glass, and in the liquid he could see a reflection of his face. He stared and the reflection stared back at him. He tilted back his head and drank the liquid. It burned as it hit the back of his head and he swallowed.

"So much drama for a kid drinking a glass of soda."

"Well, it's been a long day." Ian Replied. "Wait, why do I even care what you say, you're just a figment of my warped mind"

"I know you don't believe that, which is weird because you still right, even when you're wrong."

What's that supposed to mean?" Ian asked as he took another sip of that sweet neon green liquid.

It means you'll have to wait and see, that's what. Now it's time for introductions. I am going to be your teacher. My name for

"What are you going to teach me?" Ian asked, putting his glass of Mountain dew down.

I'm going to teach you how to use your newly acquired powers, kid.

You mean Bladeworks?

Yes, that one. Now I'm going to need you to upstairs to the mirror in your room.

If you really were a homeless man on the street, then you sure do know a lot about the layout of my house. Ian said as he climbed the stairs

I'm not some weird stalker, if that's what you're implying. I've simply been reading your thoughts for some time now, so I can be better acquainted with you.

That's exactly what a weird stalker would do...

Ian walked into his room. It was messy, with clothes all over the floor. What little floor that wasn't covered with clothes had a thin cover of dust over it. It wasn't a pretty site. Ian heard the Old man gag in his mind, which was weird to hear if you aren't really expecting to hear it.