Destinys Travelers

Chapter One

Tate sat on his 2019 black breakout Harley Davidson motorcycle staring at the orderly Red Robin, contemplating something his parents had told him before they died. Always stay on the lookout for family. You never know where it might pop up. Tate never figured out what this meant and asked his uncle Dylan about it. "Patience is key, your friends may be the answer you're looking for" was all he had said on the topic, fifteen years ago. Tate never brought it up again. After twenty minutes of idly sitting and thinking, Tate went inside the restaurant to meet his friends. As he pushed the door open, Tate was introduced to the joyful smell of Hamburgers and French Fries. Tate's 6'2 broad frame towered over the small children running around the front of the lobby. His gleaming blue eyes scanned for his friends Derek and Skyler. Derek spotted Tate first and called him over. Derek's 5 '10 but bulkier frame rivaled Tate's. The two wrestled and fought all the time, neither able to beat each other, despite the height difference. Derek's black curls dragged down over his hazel eyes and down to his light brown skin. Next to him stood Skyler. She was 5'6 and was smaller and she had straight blonde hair. Her tan skin gleamed in the sunlight as they moved to the patio. They found a three person table out of the direct sunlight and all sat down at the exact same time. The three of them smashed knees against each other at the exact same time. Derek cursed out loud, he hit his funny bone at the same time. Tate and Skyler burst into laughter saying "Oh it's not so funny is it?" in unison. When Derek looked up, he was grinning like an idiot. His gaze shifted from Tate to Skyler then back to Tate and he winked at him. Derek has been trying to get Tate and Skyler together for years. The two of them scooted away from each other, clearly uncomfortable in the situation. Derek's grin grew even wider when he saw the development.

"We got your usual Tate." Skyler told him.

Tate nodded his thanks but realized she wasn't finished talking from the glare she gave him.

"You haven't been at the house recently, what's up?"

Derek snickered to himself even though he knew the three of them shared a house together. Tate rolled his eyes and told them he has been helping Dylan with the project and been sleeping there.

Tate's uncle, Dylan, owned the famous company, Abbott Technologies. The tested experimental home systems to prevent home invasions and burglaries. To the public, Abbott Technologies made doorbells to eliminate intrusions. They sent an electric volt to anyone who did not have authorized access to the home, temporarily paralyzing them. Tate and Dylan, in private, had access to government funds to design and create a security system called Ego. They were making it to protect the White House due to the increase in Terroristic threats and attacks. It was to be unveiled in two weeks to the public and it was not yet complete. With a mixture of rare materials, it was immune to bullets, explosions, emps and water. It was virtually indestructible. The only flaw it had was the power source. Ego continuously powered down just before the test completed causing the death of the "president", a dummy that just sat in a chair. The pair needed to find a sustainable power source to last well after the attack before needing to be recharged. Derek cleared his throat, snapping Tate from his thoughts.

"Well." Derek said.

"Are you ready for our electrochemistry test, Tate?" Skyler interjected.

"Bro, I freaking forgot about that test, when is it again? I have been so caught up and busy helping Dylan."

"Tate, this is the biggest test of the year, you won't get your Bachelor's degree if you don't pass this test. It is on Monday dude." Skyler stated.

Tate muttered curses and mentally schemed in how he was going to balance helping Dylan and studying.
"Maybe ask Dylan for a few days off." Derek murmured.

"Great idea dude, thanks, I am gonna go there now, thanks for the reminder of the test and lunch."

Tate proceeded to gather his trash and put on his black leather jacket. Tate was already planning for his conversation with Dylan. When Tate reached the trash can, sweat began to pour down his face, out of nowhere. He didn't even feel hot. Tate was stumbling about and when he fell, he began to shake violently and thrash around, causing him to black out. He was having a flashback of that night. The night that forever changed his life and caused him damage for weeks to come.

15 Years Ago

Eight-year-old Tate opened his gleaming eyes as a large cod inched towards his lucky golden lure. He has caught many fish with it, even including a baby blacktip shark. Their white boat swayed back and forth in the light breeze. Slowly, the waves became choppier as the visible storm neared enough to actually affect them.

"Tate, I know you are about to catch a fish but you need to reel in, we need to go now to beat this thing." Tate's dad, Shaun said.

Tate nodded, unhappy about the situation, but completely understanding. When his son finished reeling in, Shaun revved the silent motor and they began to head back to port NOLA out of New Orleans, Louisiana.

"Is that Hurricane Katrina mommy?" Tate questioned.

"I thought Katrina fizzled out and died when it hit Miami." Tate's mom, Brook inquired.

Soon after, Dylan pulled out his phone to look up the weather radar. He cursed under his breath and said "Katrina has hit seventy-five miles per hour and is now classified as a category one hurricane and that is it right there." Dylan murmured. He pointed at the storm they could see and grimaced. Tate ran to Brook and Shaun poured on the throttle and radioed the Coast Guard so they could warn other vessels. Dylan picked up Tate and took him in the cab of the boat and then he poured on even more throttle so Shaun and Brook could bail out water due to the rain. Dylan then accidentally applied too much throttle, knocking Shaun and Brook off of the back of the boat. The pair searched for Tate's parents for roughly thirty minutes before giving up due to being unable to see each other when they were five feet apart. When the two got into the cab of the boat, Tate hugged Dylan as hard as he could.

"Tate, they are gone for now, we have to go. We will send out search parties for them as soon as we can when this storm is gone. Just think, they probably made it to a nearby island or something." Tate, knowing better and unable to accept this, just went to sleep until they got to the port. Swiftly, they rushed to the Superdome to take refuge from the terrible storm.

Present

Tate awoke, lying in a bed in a large hospital room. He muttered the word "Destiny" and passed back out.

13 years ago

Tate and Dylan walked into the church, extremely eager and nervous to meet his new scout troop. His new tan uniform top, sagging low on his shoulders. Tate shuffled behind Dylan nervously and bumped into another scout.

"H... Hi." Tate murmured.

"Hey! You're new here. What's your name?" The scout inquired.

"Abbott, Tate Abbott"

"Well Tate Abbott, it's nice to meet you. Welcome to the troop. I am Derek Stone and this is my adopted sister Skyler Park." Derek said excitedly.

Tate waved at them and Skyler ran up to him and gave him a hug.

"Can we be friends Derek and Skyler?

They both nodded right away and Derek pulled Tate away to introduce him to the other scouts. After talking for about fifteen minutes with the other scouts, Dylan beckoned Tate over and moved to leave the building. Tate waved one last time at Derek and Skyler before walking out with Dylan. 

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-Eric