Inheritance (Book 1 of Wakwak Chronicles)

Crossroads

Dawn. Kings Bay Houses.

Martin Rebane wakes up with a headache, akin to that of a hangover headache, nothing that he is not familiar with or has gotten used to. Today he will take a path that would take him to choose the lesser evils.

"What the hell happened last night?" Martin talking to himself as he falls short of rolling out of his bed, "what is that noise?"

A static noise from a radio or analogous to that of an old television, then it slowly fades out then fading in - a ringing noise. As if like someone was tuning into a frequency adjusting turning the fine tuning knob, then he hears more noise, people noise, grumbling and talking or is it their thoughts perhaps. He gets up and sits on the side of his bed. Confused at what he is hearing and albeit the voyeur in him wants to hone in one of but it all suddenly stopped, the voices, the static noise, the ringing, and the headache, gone.

"What was that?" asked Martin to himself and shaking his head. Oh, must be a dream, or what is left of it. Six, as he looks at the watch beside his bed. I feel great; maybe all I need was that long rest. Martin, Martin you are a long way from Kansas now, better take care of yourself, remember no family here.

He lives alone in a small studio apartment, he's originally from New Jersey, sometimes he wonders if he should have just lived with his parents that way he could save on money, just like his friends Alain and Jonathan, the guys he went to school with and lived right across the street from his house.

Some residual force from last night was still in him, these are the hours of transition for such a creature he has become; a time when it is most vulnerable, like a snake that has just swallowed a prey. Martin stands up and goes to the bathroom; unknowingly he is still using some of his new powers levitating an inch above the floor; so he staggers like a drunk, as he makes takes a few steps from his bed. Think of it like going down a flight of stairs, and thinking there was another step more, thus would cause one's foot step hard on the floor.

"Okay, okay, I am up," Martin regains his balance, and thinking he was still half asleep.

"Maybe all I need is a hot bath," that should wake me up.

He goes to the bathroom and turns the shower on and finds out that no water is coming out even on the sink's faucet.

"What?" Just when I thought the day was going great. At least I woke up feeling great. Maybe some coffee will do the trick. "Darn, I don't think I ate last night, what a bummer."

He goes to the kitchen where the fridge is and finds a few water bottles left in it, he takes two and pours one in the coffee maker on the counter top at the kitchen and another to wash his face with in the bathroom. "Brrr..." grunts Martin as the cold water runs down on his face, he then picks up a towel and dries his face with it, "I'd better call the super and tell him about the water." He notices his face in the mirror as he straightens his back up from washing his face. "My my Martin you are looking handsome today... maybe I could survive the day without shaving today." Picking up the phone in the living he then calls the super, "Hey Tony..." The building supervisor already aware of the issue it seems this was not an isolated case.

At the office he had a chat with his boss, and went back to work, it seemed like the day was a breeze for him. He even finished his backlog, from yesterday. Just another mundane day he thought.

Taking the bus on the way home, he is lazy so he stops at a McDonald's to avoid cooking and cleaning up after. The line was not that long, so he orders a Big Mac with fries. Eating at McDonald's gives him the reason to walk and get some exercise on the way home.