Six String God

Prospects and Threats

Everything seemed strange and disorientation took over him. "Jesse? Jesse are you alright? Can you hear me?" said a male voice. Jesse opened his eyes and everything was blurred. He could see the distorted image of several people staring down at him. A soft hand pushed away the hair falling into his eyes and Jesse's vision cleared. What he saw immediately made him doubt is sanity.

There was a clown staring down at him. He had a huge painted red mouth, blue highlight around his already large protuberant eyes and he was completely bald. It was Idan the Sad Clown and by the looks of it, he had been in the middle of preparing for a show. There was also Lucien Cholmondeley staring at him with concern, his dark blonde hair perfectly combed, his preppy jersey without a crease. The soft hands stroked his head again and Jesse turned his neck to see who it was.

Jesse N. Richardson's heart stopped.

It was Faelinn LaurieLeanne, staring at Jesse with her beautiful brown eyes widened in worry, the ever present drumstick tucked behind her ear. Next to Faelinn was the person who had been the cause of all of the panic Jesse experienced. Antha Awikinn held a bandage roll in her hand and her mouth was a bemused pout, mocking him.

"Gah! You! Get away from me!" Jesse shouted, scrambling away from Antha and immediately falling out of the couch he was placed in. Jesse took in his bearing. He had been in this house before, it was Idan's house.

"Jesse calm down" said Idan, seating Jesse back on the couch. Jesse's side hurt from where he had violently collided with Faelinn and his arms were stinging where he had been scratched from the rose thorns despite being bandaged. It was not much of a deal to Jesse, but the four people who were with him made it seem a big deal. They all crowded around him again.

"Can you see now?" inquired Lucien. Jesse wondered why he of all people was there.

"Are you breathing okay?" asked Idan.

"Let him breathe!" said Antha.

"He is breathing, hello" pointed out Faelinn.

"SHUT UP!" shouted Jesse.

Everyone fell silent. Antha grinned evilly at him and Jesse looked away frantically.

"What happened?" he asked Faelinn, trying his best not to sound like a love-struck lamer.

"Well after you crashed into me I think you knocked your head on Antha's wall and you passed out-" started Faelinn.

"And then I saw Fae shaking you back to consciousness while Antha came running from the house-" cut in Lucien.

"And I suggested that we take you in-" grinned Antha seductively.

"Yeah but it was diffcult to carry you all the down Antha's huge driveway-" added Faelinn

"So these three brought you in while I was dressing up for a show" said Idan

"And then we saw that you had a huge welt on your head that was bleeding looking like you might pop out a horn grinned Lucien. Jesse rolled his eyes.

"I made a small incision and let it bleed out" smiled Antha, all too innocently for Jesse's liking.

"And then she applied a poultice to that welt while I bandaged your cuts" said Faelinn.

"It seemed to have worked because not even ten minutes into that you came around" finished Idan.

Jesse processed this. He looked at his watch, it read 1923 hours. It wasn't eight yet so he won't be late for dinner.

"Okay..um.. thank you, all of you. I'm fine now, so..I think it's best if I get going.." said Jesse.

"Wait wait, drink this!" said Idan, shoving a cup of cranberry juice into Jesse's hand. Jesse drank it.