Inexperience

Felix is Weird

    "Do not be ridiculous, sir, it is not possible for me to fail to notice something so blatant."

    "Kid, I don't know who you are, or why you are here, but I do know that you are seriously ticking me off. Just look around and you'll see that you are an idiot," The peculiar man told me.

    "Since you seem to be so adamant about making things up, I will prove to you that you are the one in the wrong." Complying to his wish, I spun in place three times, taking in as much information as possible. After a few moments of thinking, I gathered that I was indeed in a rather large town. Wanting to show my appreciation to him for revealing the truth, I bowed my head and said, "Please forgive my rudeness, it seems that I was mistaken since the beginning. If you want to bring a punishment unto me, I completely understand, and I will not complain about the difficulty or lack thereof."

    Flustered, the man replied, "You don't have to do that, if you were honestly confused about your whereabouts, then I have no problem, I just thought you were trying to be annoying." He coughed and continued, "Anyways, you seem like you have no idea what you're doing, so would you like to have some tea with me and my family to sort things out?"

    "If you are okay with having a sinner inside your house, then I would love to indulge in some tea with you."

    "Umm, you can stop bowing now, it's making me uncomfortable."

    "I apologize, I will attempt to refrain from anything that will further bother you," I said as I stood up.

    Sighing, the man led me to his home, and we both went inside.

    "Sir, is it really okay for me to encroach into your family like this. I have not done anything to warrant your kindness."

    No, you haven't, but I did shoot a gun at you, so consider this an apology for my mistake. The kitchen is just over there, go sit down and I'll get my wife out of bed."

    "As you wish, sir." I walked over to where he directed me and stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to sit.

    After a few minutes of waiting, Jeremiah came down the stairs with his wife. He looked over at me with an expression of confusion.

    "Why haven't you sat down? The chair is right next to you." He asked in a questionable tone.

    "Really?" I responded, "I don't see any chairs."

    "Just look again, I'm not trying to make a fool out of you. Although you are doing a pretty good job of doing that yourself."

    Since I was his guest, I followed his command with no hesitation. "Oh, you are right, it seems I am mistaken again."

    "Good, now sit down in the chair you found, and while you're at it, take that silly shield off and put it on the floor."

    "Yes, sir," Immediately after removing the shield from my back, I collapsed from exhaustion.

    He ran over to me and tapped my shoulder, "Felix, what happened? are you okay?"

    "Yes... I am okay... Thank you for your concern..." I responded drowsily.

    "You don't look okay, do you need to go lay down somewhere?"

    "No, sir... That would not be necessary... Although I appreciate the offer."

    "Uh, do you need help getting up or anything?"

    "You do not need to go through such perils to help me... Sir."

    "It's really no problem at all, are you sure you don't need any help?"

    "I should be fine on my own... After all... I survived like that... For 8 years."

    "What!? Where are your parents? Where have you been living? There's no way. You must be lying. Seriously, that's impossible. Yes, you must be imagining things. You seem like you would be imagining things. Nothing you say makes sense, this is just one of those things. Just calm down, Jeremiah, calm down. Dammit, I'm talking to myself again. Stop it, stop it–"

    "After saying all that... You say I am crazy... And I am not lying... I can answer your first few questions... If you would like."

    "Yes, that would be nice to know."

    "My dad died... 8 years ago... I do not have a mom... At least I have not seen her. The house I resided in is... A long walk..." I pointed sluggishly in the direction I came from, "That way."

    "I don't know about the other things, but I know you didn't live there, I've been up there many times, and I haven't seen anything close to a house.

    "You don't have to believe me... But I am telling the truth."

    "Alrighty then," He said with obvious doubt, "I'll go see if the tea is done."

    "I'll just sit here... All alone... Again," I whined.

    Jeremiah sighed and disappeared. A few moments later, he came back to the kitchen, holding a tray of tea, and his wife followed suit. They sat down next to each other on the opposite side of the table relative to me, and promptly started interrogating me.

    "My husband told me that you lived on your own for 8 years. How did you manage that? It must have been awful," she said with obvious forced sympathy.

    Feeling a little better, I was able to answer, "Honestly, it wasn't much different from when my father was around. We never really interacted much."

    "What happened to your dad? Did he leave you? That must have been awful," she repeated in the same condescending tone.

    "No, he would not do that, he may have been strict, but he made sure I did not stray off the path of prosperity, I got a phone call from an odd man informing me of my father's death." When I said that, I felt a strange twinge in my chest. One of the books in my library mentioned something about this, and I tried to recall what was written in it. Something about attacking the heart came to mind, but nothing of solidity. As a result of nothing definite, I let this occurrence slide past my conscious without much thought.

    Jeremiah's wife's eyes widened in shock, "Wait, really? What did he sound like?" She asked with a nascent terror in her eyes.

        "Huh, with the way you have been acting towards me, I thought you would inquire about how I felt about my dad's death with that weird accent of yours," I wondered aloud.

    Flustered, she tried to reply, but she was at a loss for words. She turned to Jeremiah, and he answered for her. "That's beside the point, what did the man sound like, we think we might know him." He nervously asked with a drink of tea.

    "Uh, it has been a while, I do not remember exactly, but from what I do recall, he spoke in a monotone voice, and frankly, he sounded quite intimidating, even though I did not see him face-to-face."

    Jeremiah swallowed and told me, "That could've been the guy who calls people in our town to inform them of the fate of a missing relative. Every time he calls, someone dies, so we call him the Grim Reaper. I apologize, before you said that, we didn't believe you, but this is just too specific to make up. We are truly sorry for our mistreatment of you, and I hope you will forgive us."

    I looked at him with confusion, "Mistreatment? What are you talking about, you have been wonderful hosts. Although, since you seem to be truly apologetic, I would like to take advantage of that. Can you do me a favor and take me to the school named, "Dror." I am aware it is a silly name, but the request still stands."

The wife stiffened up and looked like she was about to say something before Jeremiah cut her off, "You really are a strange person, aren't you? You come into this town, not knowing it even existed, claimed to have lived alone for eight years, got a call from the infamous Grim Reaper, and asked for assistance to get to the most prestigious academy in the country," He sighed again and continued, "It's not everyday something like this happens, so I'll take you there."

    "Honey, are you sure? It's a long drive," The wife asked, concerned.

    "I'm sure, I've been cooped up in this small town for too long, I could use an adventure."