The Selected

Chapter two - Special

I was outside Dalton’s place ringing the doorbell for the third time. No response it was quiet and hollow. To double check whether he’s not home I decided to call him. I dialed his number but the lady on the other side said that the mobile phone I am calling has been switched off in a cute voice. Before leaving I checked the door whether it was locked or not. It wasn’t. Since I was a familiar guest to his place I went in like I always did.

Dalton’s room was the basement. I remember he gave a big fight to acquire it from his parents. The place was spacey enough to run his crazy carnival. I walked through his house to take the steps to the basement. There was a big black door with filled with stickers of nerdy quotes on it. Reading them again and again made me enjoy over and over again.

Be nice to me, or you will end up working for me. Yeah right. Last time when he said that to Tully smith (We called him ‘Bully Tully’) He had to skip school for a week. I managed to get him out of it after a huge negotiation.

There are 10 kinds of people in the world, one who can…..Oh Come on, we all know what that is don’t we?

Random accident + radiation = super powers, this is something I am still afraid of. This guy is one accident away from being a mad scientist or a mutant. Once he did an experiment involving me saying that he is going to prove a theory that will change the course of history. I had no clue what he explained (I wasn’t interested even) but that day I was in his debt for doing my homework which had been piled up for two weeks. I had to join him without protesting. All I had to do was hand over the chemicals he said. I knew this was stupid but I had no choice. As he said I handed him over the chemicals and saw him mixing, some times he heated them. Finally he added a purple chemical to the beaker which contained the mixture. After that he placed it above the Bunsen burner and heated it again. All of a sudden the chemical started to show heat bubbles with a purple smoke. In front of our eyes it started to intensify rapidly. It didn’t take a second for us to realize what is going to happen next. We both rushed to the Bunsen burner to turn it off. But we were too late. The boiling happened rapidly and it created a vast purple smoke that looked like a mist. I couldn’t see Dalton who was standing next to me a moment ago. Then the smoke was inside the whole house. The smoke was giving us a terrible cough. Inside the thick smoke I managed to find a hand of Dalton and with the smashing and clattering noise of the glass beakers and test tubes we ran seeking the exit. After a lot of struggle we came out of the house. The smoke had covered the entire place that we had to wait for more than four hours outside leaving all the doors and windows open to let the smoke go out of the house. That was the last time I went with Dalton to change the world.  

When my head ran to the next sticker, I heard a scream from inside.

“Die, die die, you bastard” the noise came with a sequence of hacks and slashes. I couldn’t go in because the door was locked. Damn. Hope the game will end soon otherwise he had no habit of pausing games even if someone said that the sky is falling. So I was listening to the entire ruckus happening inside while waiting near the door. Few minutes later I heard a moan of failure and the ending of a rain of noises. Now was my chance.

“Hey Dalt, open up” gladly he heard it. The door creaked open and there stood my nerdy pal, Dalton Jake Watson. Well unlike most nerds he had no glasses. He was three inches shorter than me, Even though I call him a nerd he dressed like an ordinary casual way, after I forced him of course. He dressed formally which made most of the bullies notice him at once. Due to the phobia of bullies he obeyed me most of the time.

Dalton and I had quite a history when both of were at the kindergarten. After my family moved from scarlet creek for a reason I still did not know and ten years later we came back here. Then we reunited once again. Apart from my family it was Dalton whom I spent most of the time, because both of our parents were hard working people.