Three Wishes (Criss Angel Fanfiction)

~CH. 1~

My name is Kc Lee Hutchens...I was formerly a member of the classiest college around...even though I was only 17 years old...my family agreed that I was so smart, that they put me through college early...and beens my parents were very wealthy...they pretty much did whatever they wanted too...but I knew the real reason for sending me away to college early...they were Explorer's and didn't need me getting in the way...adventure was in their blood...and beens it wasn't in mine...I let them send me away so they could have their fun...traveling the world, and digging up ancient artifacts from all around the globe.

Even though I was rich along with my family...I wasn't at all popular, for I never acted like I was rich...which made the other rich teens, think I was weird...and I was, for I never tried going out with boys, or partied with anyone...hell I never even had an alcoholic beverage in my life...I hated smoking, and disapproved of drugs...so what else was there for a teenager...not to mention my fear of driving...that's right...I was so backward from everyone else...I was deathly afraid to get behind the wheel of a vehicle...I guess it was from when I was about 6 years old...my older sister was driving me home from my sitter, but she was drunk...and she didn't think she was driving as fast as her head was spinning...and she wrecked us...my sister died before she got to the hospital, and I've been a basket-case about vehicles ever since.

But I wasn't alone...even though I wasn't popular, I did have a wonderful group of friends, that I did hang out with...usually, more than I stayed at home...for like I said...my parents were never home...my friends were...Rachel, Siera, Mickey, Abby, Tommy, Mark, June, & Billy Bear...he was a full-blooded Commanche...even though his entire family was overly civilized...he was quite the rebel and very proud of his heritage, and his hair went all the way down to his waist...and I thought he was the coolest guy ever...but he was taken already...he loved the hell out of me...but June-bug as he called her, has been his girlfriend for as long as I've known him.

Mark and Abby have been going steady since 7th grade too, I for one always knew they would be together...they made a perfect pair I thought...Siera and her brother Tommy were a pair and a half...they loved each other...but they hated one another at the same time...he was emo/goth...and she was a beauty queen type...but she was spirited too...but by no means was she a snob...matter of fact, I didn't have any snobbish friends...her hero was Leland Chapman...he was Dog the Bounty Hunter's son...I didn't think much of him personally...for I was too busy being wrapped up in The Mindfreak...that's right...I was a Loyal Angel Freak through and through...there was absolutely nothing I didn't love about him.

Rachel and her brother Mickey, were more like best friends instead of brother and sister...for they never fought like most siblings do...which I thought was very impressive...for I remember before I lost my sister...we used to fight all the time...I even remember one time I got so mad at her that I chased her around the house hitting her with a broom...I look back at it know and still think it was hilarious...and then it would always remind me how much I missed her...but I couldn't afford to dwell on the past...she was loved and now she was gone. Back to Rachel and Mickey, though...Rachel was probably my closest friend...for we both loved Criss Angel...but she was also obsessed with New Kids on the block...I liked some of their songs ok...but I was more of a Godsmack, Korn, Celldweller/Scandroid/Circle of Dust type girl...which when my parents were at home I drove them nuts with it.

It was on one of their digs that they sent a very specific artifact home to me, and asked me to keep it safe...for it was worth millions...but then when they added not to open it...me being a very inquisitive teenage girl...I naturally opened it...and when I peeked inside the box, I saw a very old, and very rustic looking oil lamp...it was decorated with priceless jewels and had some kind of hieroglyphics on it. But I left it alone for the time and just sat it on the nightstand...it wasn't until later that day, when I received the awful news that my parents were killed in a plane crash leaving India...and that there were no survivors...my heart dropped...but I couldn't cry...for I felt like I didn't know them well enough to cry or miss them...they were just gone...and never coming back.

I looked at the lamp again that they sent me, but it was incredibly dirty...so I thought maybe I should just spruce it up a bit...and as I patted lightly on it with a rag...it began to light up in many colors then it began to shake a little bit...I dropped it by pure instinct...and left the room...then I peeked around the door and noticed the room filled with a bright red mist...I stepped into the room and looked around...Suddenly! out of the mist came out a weird being wearing metal arm bands and slave bracelets...his skin color was a light mint greenish color...I kept rubbing my eyes telling myself whatever I ate earlier...I never wanted to eat it again...for I was having some very wild hallucinations...or maybe I was seeing things after hearing about my parents as a way to cope with the loss or something.

The thing turned around and looked at me with piercing cat-like eyes...and asked me what would my pleasure be??? I looked around and rubbed my eyes again and took a few steps toward it...he bent down and handed me the lamp...I very slowly took the lamp from him...as he asked again what would my pleasure be?? I asked him what he was...and if I was dreaming...he looked at me and smiled with his fangs slightly protruding from his lips, and said he was a Jinn and the lamp was his home and source of power...then added that I wasn't dreaming...that I brought him out by rubbing the lamp, and know he was there to grant me my pleasure...whatever I wanted...I sat down and just tried to fathom what I just got myself into...and asked him to give me a moment to think...he said for me to just tap the lamp, and he would go back in until I was ready to ask him what my pleasure would be...so just to humor myself I tapped the lamp and he turned into a red puff of smoke and went back into the lamp...I just sat there dumbfounded at what I just had experienced and wondered if I should tell my friends about this...or not.