Chapter 2
I walked into my bathroom which was recently painted silver, and turned on the water. It was my replacement to coffee and wakes me
up in the morning. I dipped my hand into the post-modern white sink and threw water on to my smooth dark brown, black, skin. The
water was hot, boiling; I let out a scream which I replaced with a moan to insure I didn't wake up half the neighborhood. Now currently
more awake then I planned, I looked into the mirror that was hung right above the sink and below the bright light that was being
emitted by the light bulbs. I looked at the face that I have become accustomed to; a big wide nose, short black hair that barely stood
on my scalp, fat lips, and brown eyes. I pivoted on my heels and jumped into the shower for a quick shower before a day of hanging
with my friend by the mall. It was December 21, 2012 and this sixteen year old was going to get the best presents he could find for
their "Christmas from hell". I let out a laugh, who would ever believe that a Mesoamerican civilization could anticipate my demise. I
jumped in my Mustang and sped down I-95 like a bat out of hell. Pulling into the mall parking lot I got a call from my friend saying that
he's in front of the Gamestop. We went through every store at the mall form Gamestop to Limited Too and acquired the items to
knock the socks of our parents and family members. On the way out, around the corner from the main exit, we meet an old homeless
man whom I could have swore I met before. He was tall, grey eyed, long brown hair that hid his sharp facial figures. The second I saw
his yellow smirk I knew that he was one of the many I killed in my dream. Fear and shock overcame me and I started to tremble. My
friend, Samil, looked at me puzzled and simply said "Zophiel are you ok?" That second I was engulfed in rage. I ran at him, fist
clenched, and swung at this "stranger". In a blink of a second he grabbed my shoulder in drove something sharp into my neck. I
backed up, my vision began to blur and fell on the floor. The last thing I remember was Samil going through the same fate, and then
the world became black. I woke up on the floor of a dark cold alley. I took my phone out; it read 10:30pm and also one new text
message. It was my girlfriend, Manami, saying she was breaking up with me. In a blind tearful rage I literally ran at neck break
speeds and shattered the dark read wall that was about 100 yards away with a powerful punch... in less than a second. I stood their
stunned as I felt my body surged with a strange power, the same one I had in my dream the night before. A light moan from behind
quickly snapped me out of my trance. I turn around and took a defensive position. It was Samil trying to get up off the floor. I ran
towards him grabbed his frail boney arm and pulled him up. "Zoph... what happened? Where are we?" I quickly replied "If I knew..." I
could tell by the way he was standing that he was still weak from the takedown. "Here get on my back" Samil jump on my back and
we started walking toward the moonlight. It took me 10 minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and when they did, I realized
that we were about a mile south from home. As I started walking south Samil passed out on my shoulders and became nothing but
dead weight. "I swear Sam you owe me when we get home, but whatever happened today I think has something to do with my
dream."
