Various Short Stories/Poems I Wrote For School

The Book of Fate

In a dark room only lit up by a slew of computer monitors, many people are typing. Above them, beyond a small staircase, somebody sat in a grand chair, staring at the flowing data in front of him. The door leading to the hallway abruptly opens. More light shines into the dark room as a male employee with dark hair in a business suit enters the room. He walks up to the individual seated in the grand chair.

"Sir, we have finally found it," reports the man who just walked in.

"The map or the book?" asks an ominous deep voice.

"The map, sir. We tracked it down to a small family in Greensburrow. It seems just last year most of the family in possession of the map died off due to some unknown illness. The lone survivor, Jekyll Hashima, has inherited the map along with his family's pawn shop," continues the employee.

"Good work. What are the boy's powers?" questions the deep voice.

"There are no known reports of him manifesting any abilities."

The voice stumbles, "How...odd. Everyone has one nowadays. Even toddlers have shown signs of their abilities."

The man replies, "We believe he is a rare case of people who don't get powers. A Null if you will."

Upon hearing the word Null, the man in the chair flashbacks to a traumatic scene in his life where a voice echoes, His young eyes drift down to a pool of blood occupied by two corpses. When he snaps back to reality, he replies holding his head gasping for breath, "One of those, huh. Well, that'll make our job easier." He gets up, but the stress of the flashback causes him to struggle to keep himself balanced.

"Sir?" begins the employee before the voice interrupts, "Prep a helicopter to Greensburrow immediately."

"Are you sure sir?" questions his concerned employee.

"Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I just dug into the wrong past, again."

"Yes, sir," acknowledges the employee. He walks out of the room in order to fulfill his orders as the source of the voice sits back down and mumbles, "Hmm, the past huh. How ironic how I made my career on digging up old wounds."

As the helicopter blades fly off into the distance, we now set our sights on the lush, quaint little town of Greensburrow. A guy wearing a purple hoodie with blue jeans, jet black hair, and amber eyes with ear buds in his ear listening to "Life is a Highway" (Made by Rascal Flatts) is walking on the sidewalk in Greensburrow. His destination: home to a quaint little pawn shop in the town. With backpack in tow, he passes a myriad of different buildings, mostly residential houses. Trees are growing out of various spots made for them on the sidewalk. Jekyll turns his head and gazes towards a park with an odd scythe stuck in the ground; the cracks around it glowing ominously; with no life around it. Many people wave to Jekyll as he walks. He spots his neighbor Frederick Jabberjaw and waves to him. Mr. Jabberjaw stops him for a brief conversation.

"Jekyll, nice to see you. How's college treating you?"

"Could be better. Those generals are killer," responds Jekyll taking out his ear buds out for a short bit.

"I bet. Aren't you studying to go over to Oxford for a history major?" asks Jabberjaw.

"Yep. I always felt connected to the past living in the pawn shop, so it seemed like a good major to go for," answers Jekyll.

"I see. Well, I'm sure you must be busy, and I got some errands to run, so I'll let you go," says Jabberjaw.

Jabberjaw starts walking away as Jekyll calls, "Have a good day, old man!"