The Cancer Chronicles

Chapter One: A Second Chance

     The sunshine of morning was shimmering outside. The rays of the sun making the dew on the fresh green grass glimmer under it in a beautiful show of nature at its purest. The birds of all feathers were tweeting and whistling their morning tunes in the safety of their nests. A soft summer wind swirled through the thickets of branches on the tallest of trees, and lowest of bushes. A heavenly sunrise would be seen in the distance of the evergreen trees and glorious deciduous. It was a peaceful, Monday morning in the small town of Jeechrist. That much was true until 7:00 A.M. Hit a certain someone's alarm clock System.

'Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep'

".....aaaaaaAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH-"

Say hello, to Winston.
Winston F. Cappuccino, to be exact. A local teenager living on his own in the big, big world.

'Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep-'

"SHAD DA FUK UP YA FRIGGING THOT OF A C L A C K-"

'CRASH!'

     And as you could probably tell, Winston isn't the most nOrMal of children on the block. I could easily tell this because he just broke his third clock this week.
But alas, this story does not dwell on Winston's ability to smash clocks on the floor with his pillow. But his journey from on mind to another. What is the poor poor narrator talking about exactly? Well let me explain.
Thinking upon what I have stated earlier, Winston isn't the most normal teenager. To be exact upon this subject, he is a bit....Let's just say 'abnormal'. I shall use the therm lightly mostly because the fact, Winston is able to supposedly cheat death. It may sound far fetched and completely absurd but hear me out on this, and then we can dive into the story!
     Ever since Winston was a little one, he was somehow able to avoid all accidents and mishaps at would normally befall a young child. Take for example the time he was left unsupervised at a public pool. The young boy no older than 3 had taken a fall into the large pool. His small arms and legs not able to gain enough momentum to propel himself through the water and swim. His bubbles of air leaving his lungs floated slowly to the surface, his body thrashed and tried to stay above the suffocating water that was sure to drown him. But no one noticed. And he sunk.
     When his pale skin hit the bottom of the tiled pool, his eyes were somehow...wide open. It was like he didn't need to breath. The water pressure wasn't beating down on his ears, the water wasn't filling nor compressing his small lungs. It was like time had slowed to a complete stop, all the water around him moved and twisted like a current. He floated. Winston was no longer on the bottom of a dirty public pool, with no chance of escape. He was in a void. Floating.
     The twinkle twinkle of stars started to appear, the glints of a galaxy were swirling around him. It spun faster, and faster, and faster until.

He couldn't move.

Winston's arms and legs became heavier than dumbbells. All he could do was watch the shimmering lights above him. Watch how they swirled and danced in the blackness of the void to no music. Pure beauty. He wanted to reach out, and grasp one. He wanted to hold one in his hands and become one of the stars. Those ocean like eyes he had were filled with child like wonder and astonishment. His heart started to beat again, he could feel the beat of his heart in his chest. He watched as the stars above him danced and moved to the beat of his heart! It was fantastic! The stars glowed brighter overhead, but only one stood out to Winston. A lone star that glowed brighter than the rest, danced at a more vigorous pace than the others, and seemed to be moving towards his paralyzed body.
     The star came closer, and closer. And suddenly. Winston could move his arms. He quickly reached out and cupped the star in his hands. He could see it up close now, this was no star at all, but it was something alive. Every time Winston felt his heart beat, the small sprite of light glowed. It seemed to whisper something, a noise so quiet that even a pin drop would make the muttering of the orb like object hard to hear. It kept repeating the same phrase over and over again.

'A second chance.....a second chance........a second chance....'

The toddler had no idea at the moment what in the world this orb was talking about, but he knew what he had to do. Winston pressed the orb to his forehead, almost as if he had done this before some how. The orb was cool to the touch but slowly became a Luke warm against his damp skin. The contact also made the orb chant its little message louder into the darkness of the void. It echoed off the dull blankness somehow and resounded back to Winston's ears. His heart raced and raced until one word came to mind. One word that would decide his fate forever more. One word that would make this orb grant his wish.

"...please.."

And suddenly the scene vanished before his eyes. He felt himself being pulled away from behind into a curtain of darkness. Cold surrounded him like icy fingers crawling up his spine, it made his lips blue and his body to shiver from the cold. He couldn't see what was happening at all, his vision was blurred fro, the speed he was traveling and the cold almost freezing his eyes shut. Dread washed over him as he heard the coldest, raspiest, most inhuman voice that he could ever hear.

"You are blessed, forget this not. For I am the one who gave you this. Remember now and remember forevermore. I can still deliver you to deaths door."

Winston screamed as the voice laughed its cold and dark breathy laugh. But even after a few more moments, the voice was gone just as quick as it had appeared. And so was the cold. He felt warmth instead fill him, the feeling of hope and glee to consume his mind. That's when he was pulled back into the real realm. Where he was out of the pool, on a stretcher with a sheet covering his body. He sat bolt upright on the stretcher, throwing the sheet off of him and looked around.  He saw the faces of paramedics looking grim, his mother on the side of him with puffy red rimmed eyes. Why was she crying? But he couldn't think about that at the moment.

Because then he threw up all over his mom.
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Well, and that's the story of the first time Winston had figured out about his 'power or a second chance'. If you couldn't tell, Winston was given the ability of a second chance. Now we have to remember this all went down when he was three so- I don't think that SECOND chance would cure his mental scarring he had received but. OH WELL! But seriously back to the agenda at hand.
     Winston ever since that fateful day never had another accident, never was in another life threatening situation, never was even in a slightly harmful accident. This was because of his paranoia he had developed after that day. He never wanted to meet that voice again and he knew, if he distanced himself from everyone. He would be fine right? He knew, deep inside himself. That on that day, he could have died. HeCk he did die! But he was given a second chance! Those orbs that were surrounding his dying soul were all representations of new life. The only down side was, every time he used this gift, a small cancer like tumor would attach itself to his soul. This was called a 'Vector'. A vector is a type of matter that seeks an energy to drain for its own self gain. And it had found itself a perfect match, soul energy. When a person does a horrible horrible deed, such as killed a man or kick a puppy or anything like that. A small fragment of a Vector will attach itself to the soul from the waves that certain soul gives off when the deed is done. That Vector will drain the soul of all its properties, slowly killing the person as well. Why do you think human only live to about 70? The deeds that human DOES- builds up! And so does the souls Vector.
     When Winston was told this, he figured this all out in a dream sequence, he knew the only way to not pick up Vector- was to shelter himself from the world. His power could literally bring people back to life, he could give a second chance to anyone he pleases. Yet he sheltered himself away from the fear of  a Vector take over of his soul. That why I was assigned-
The guilt trip the f**k out of him until he comes out of the closet-
Ohhhhhh I am his second conscience! This should be fun.

My name is Milo by the way-
But that's not important at the moment ;3~
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{A/N}
HALLO!! It's ya boi- Space daddy here. Well this is my first chapter for the book! Hopefully you liked it because this is literally my first story that I, actually trying in. Sooooooo yeeeaahhhhh. I know the tag says it's a humor book but, all book start off slow. Give Milo a chance to spice things up! But please, leave a comment, vote, whatever else you wattpad people do. WALA
~SpaceDaddy
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