The Darkening Light

Pancakes.

Chapter 2, Pancakes.

15th May, 2112

Matthew Redwood

"Matt! Breakfast's ready!",  yelled out mom. I guess she still didn't get used to the fact InstaFood made all the food now. My mom must be feeling quite mute after Glomech's machines took over everything in a houshold.

My name is Matthew Redwood, and let's just say I come from the more privileged part of society. The kind that actually benefitted from the technology takeover and got everything handed to them on a silver platter. I have brown hair, green eyes and weighed about 150 pounds. I am the captain of the basketball team and have an amazing girl, who I was insanely and completely in love with. Everyone said I'm the quickest on the court and nicknamed me lightning. To sum it up? Life is good.

Eating an amazing breakfast of some blueberry pancakes, I set off for school.

Seeing Layla every morning, was undoubtedly the best part of my morning and it was about to happen again. I walk up to her, even though everyone just floats around nowadays on their hoverboards, I reach into my bag for the pancakes I brought her.

Me- On this special occasion, look what I got you!

Layla - We need to to talk Matt. This isn't working out. The quarterback Jake and I, have been seeing each other. It's not you, it's me.

I slowly keep the pancakes back in my bag, and with the shock rendering me motionless.

This sinking feeling in my heart, like everything was being sucked into it. I wanted to tear someone's face clean off. Right. Now.

I didnt want to be insensitive. Not being able to comprehend what was happening, I simply said, "Okay."

Layla- I hope we can still be friends. Btw what special occasion were you talking about?

Me  - Nothing...

She forgot it was my seventeenth birthday.

With all of that anger and hatred inside of me, I couldnt stand school anymore. So I left. I took my red Mustang jetcar, and set off on the airway.

I stopped in alley to take a breather. All I wanted was some peace and seeing another person's face would guarantee me ripping it off.

Then I see a shadow, it was a muggger. He came close to me, put his lightknife out and asked me to give him my car keys.

All I saw was an oppurtunity to kick someone's ass.

We fought. He eventually got the upper hand and pushed me to the ground and said, 'Look kid just give me your cash and your keys and you can happily go back to your girlfriend, or is it ex?'

He did not just say that. All that rage reached boiling point. The next few moments were a haze.

Then all I see is him burning and my hands on fire without a sensation of a burn or pain, other than what I already had.

And I think I just burned a man alive with my bare hands and I have no idea how.

Life wasn't good anymore, it was just downright peachy.