Shane's Sinister and Bizarre Encounters

A Humble Beginning

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Everyone even though It says that all rights are reserved I am perfectly fine with anyone using anything from my story in theirs with my permission. Thank you all very much for your support up to this point! Do expect weekly uploads from now on because my schedule is more fleshed out! I couldn't write as much because some very difficult things are going on right now. My dogs are sick, school's tough and I too am very sick right now. Also, if you would like to collaborate with me I would love to! This part is shorter because I'm not good at writing the beginning of stories. Special thanks to Ironic Hoodies for giving me help with my story and Manisha!
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Shane was just a simple kid. He lived a quiet life with his friends Tyson and Clara. His sister Manisha was in college. The school bully Guile was the son of the principal and as such abused his position. Shane was just walking down the hall to his next college class when something happened that would change everything.

"Hey, Shane." Said Guile in a mischevious voice that couldn't mean any good. Beside him stood another boy much taller than him who was Derek Junes. For some reason, Junes had always stuck with Guile preferably so as to not be bullied by him and of hope to reap some kind of reward.

"What is it, Guile? Make it quick. I'm trying to get to class early.

"Awwwww. The schoolboy most certainly must make it to class otherwise there'll be a terrible disaster!"

He chuckled at the not-so-funny joke he had made and Derek flashed a smile hoping to get something out of it even though Guile knew Derek was too incompetent or intelligent to use his brain rather just his size and raw strength.

"Hey, I heard the news, boy. Didja' hear? Apparently, a girl by the name of Clara Lightstone went missing last night and she was last seen walking down 405 Pleather Street."

I lowered my head to the point my face was now concealed by shadows. I was well aware of my sister's disappearance.

"Which house," I asked with a chilling and demanding voice.

"The house with the yellow coat of paint. They're saying that some weirdo up and took Clara at midnight. Can you believe it?"

"Guile." I had now risen my face to where our two eyes met. I sent him a chilling scowl and was returned with a daring grin.

"What is it, my dear friend?"

"I heard that you had tried to ask Clara out on a date. She refused. What was the first thing you did?"

"Of course like any normal boy, I felt a little sad on the inside but I promise that was all I did. I do solemnly promise."

The smile he gave me was that of a fake. I could see the sweat glistening off of his forehead. I had always had a knack for all things wet. Ever since I could remember, I had an extremely strong sense of taste. There are two types of sweat. The sweat from exhaustion tasted extraordinarily salty. However, the sweat from enormous amounts of tension tastes plain with just a hint of sweetness.

"What're you going to do little boy? Cry? Maybe shit your pants and run from the whole situation? What do'ya think boy?"

One part of me I had always hated was that I was bold but not brave. I did drastic things for a short burst of time but always tried to run away from the situation as quickly as possible.

Guile leaned into my ear to whisper something to me.

"I'm going to tell you a little secret before you go running home crying to your mommy. Clara... was a delicious treat!"

I went through several stages of emotion. First was confusion, then realization, then anger, then hatred. He licked his lips before finally going back to his original position. Guile could see my state of anger and commanded Derek. Derek fled the scene to go back to class.

"Guile!"

Anger flowed through me and a man appeared before me. Something told me that this was natural as the man appeared several times before in my life. The man had a torse made out of gears, a face that appeared to be a metal mask, arms made with gets and iron boots that curled up.

"What the hell is that!?" Shouted Guile.

Before I knew it multiple words popped up in my head.

"This is the power of familiar!" 

The man had appeared in tough spots. I came from a family that used street tactics to survive. Whenever I got into a scuffle, the man appeared. Instead of feeling scared or flustered, it felt natural. Whenever it attacked someone or something, it created and opened a door.

"Guile," Your sweat will tell me the truth.

I walked up to him and licked the sweat from his face and smacked my mouth to taste it.

"This. This is the taste. This sweat has the taste of a liar!"

The metal man charged and threw a punch right into Guile's cheek. He went up against the wall and a door appeared on his cheek. I somehow knew what to do almost by instinct. The door swung open to hit Guile directly in the face. The spot that was opened where the door was was a dark void. I had the metal man barrage Guile all over his body. I had learned how to properly barrage and attack from a friend I had in one of the worser parts of Italy. The final punch was thrown and Guile fell to the ground. Doors appeared all over his body and they all slowly started to open. Guile began to get off the ground for a counter-attack.

"What the hell is this!?"

The doors on Guile's kneecaps opened causing him to fall back onto the ground.

"Arrivederci."

I walked away now heading for Guile's house. Where Clara was.