This is a segment from my next short story (that may in-fact become a full length novel within development). That would make this the 3rd project I have under my belt…for the curious.
The night was dark and the street lights glowed an eerie orange. The wind howled the spirit of fall as leaves sailed across the sky. Adrian walked these same streets every night coming back from his designated therapist; his parents worked two different jobs to continuate the payment on their debits, they worked hard–harder than his past parents who spent most of their time in front of the television and turning him into their own personal slave, but Adrian didn’t want to think about that.
Today was a special day for Adrian. His heart was pumping fast and his patience was fading away; he was turning fourteen in thirty minutes. His parents were planning on throwing a big party, something Adrian was far from used to. Adrian shook his head to remove the memorys that were surfacing and changed his attention to the surrounding area.
By the landmarks he placed in his mental map he was still around a mile-and-a-half away or even two if he took the route that avoided traffic.
Adrian was an indecisive being–also impatient–and it over came the best of him, leading Adrian to a path that he never thought of taking before in the past, but could potentially be faster. It cut through the field of trees, the path resting silently under the roof of branches and faded leaves , reminding Adrian of something close to a cave. He took a deep breath and walked into the unlit road.
Noises that stirred fear were prominent in this particular forest, urban legends spoke of a beast called a Hurrok that reportedly snatched isolated individuals who dared to step onto this very path, but Adrian knew better that only the foolish would believe such a thing. It was hard to scare Adrian and everyone would agree, not even the best proclaimed-as-terrifying movies would make him flinch in then slightest.
If this “Hurrok” did in-fact exist, it had another thing coming to it if any attempt to kill him was put into action.
Adrian read the time on his watch. “Ten-ten.” He said to himself in dismay, he only had seventeen minutes till he had the authority to open boxes wrapped in shiny paper and to devour a rectangular pastry. For Adrian it felt odd to be so excited for such a childish celebration of growing one year closer to the end of your life . He turned his head toward loud rustling in alarm, he refrained from assuming the worst and continued his trek. The noise was heard again only this time a figure emerged from the rustling bushes. Adrian tucked his water bottle under his arm and walked faster.The figure advanced as well and closed in on the boy who was now running, unfortunately Adrian was not fast enough to outmatch the perpetrator’s speed.
The figure grabbed the boy’s hoodie and tried to subdue his squirming, Adrian gave all his strength in fear of his wallet getting stolen. The struggle lasted till Adrian began to shake and the air around the two became increasingly colder, the boy then placed his hand on the perpetrator’s chest and a blast of energy knocked him back into the bushes with a flash of blue light.
A well-rounded police officer slammed a man against the cement wall and commenced with a pat-down.
“What were you thinking? Trying to rob a fourteen year-old…” The officer helped him to a seat and latched the other handcuff to the steel table. “Mind telling me why?”
The man shook his head. “That kid was-is lying! All I did was jog right by him and he…did something, he assaulted me! He shot ice, he’s like a mutant or sumthin’–I tell ya’!” The man said in an authentic Brooklyn accent.
“Oh really?” The officer chuckled. “I bet he did. Look here mister…Wituck, you’re being charged with Attempted Robbery, not a misdemeanor. Do not make us contact the loony bin too.”
“Im not crazy, I saw it. Look at my shirt!” The man opened up his jacket and peeled a few ice crystals from the fabric, then handed it to the officer.
“Get that out of my face.” He said, smacking the man’s hand away.
Someone outside of the room tapped on the small window and gestured for the officer to depart from the interrogation.
“Hold on…” The officer said as he stood up and left.
The man was left alone in the cold room to ponder what and how the kid did what he did. His own eyes witnessed an icy flash of light blue that hurt as bad as a grown man’s kick. No matter how much he could proclaim to others the truth of the event, it would pass their belief and comprehension. It was then that a strange feeling of being alone in the world came over him. The officer returned with a few papers in hand and slid them toward the man. “lucky day mister Wituck, that kid–Adrian Hozubin–just dropped all charges. Looks like you’re a free man…for now.”
The ringing of a doorbell echoed throughout a spacious house. Adrian paused his video game session and answered the door, revealing a man standing on the porch wearing torn jeans, work boots, and a flannel shirt underneath a dark jacket. It took only seconds for the recognition to set in.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you know most people are asleep at this time of the morning?”
“we need to talk.” The man said in urgency.
“Why? I assure there’s nothing to talk about.”
“You shot me. With ice nonetheless!”
“No I did not, I am afraid you must have been drunk or something as neurologically impairing by what I know about you.”
“You don’t know me.”
Adrian sighed. “Your name is Philibert Wituck-”
“It’s just Phil or Philly.” He interrupted.
“…Phil Wituck.” Adrian said with a roll of his eyes. “You were born in late November during ninteen-eighty-one, you were arrested for the first time at age sixteen for breaking the front windshield of someone’s car–while they were still in it–and was charged with Aggravated Assault; you also punched your high school principal and was not only expelled for
eternity, but was sent to a boot-camp where you eventually escaped from after crashing through the fence in a Humvee.”
Phil’s shock compelled him into silence. “That principal had it coming.”
“And now in the present time you had the audacity to rob me. Didn’t the years behind bars teach you anything?”
“That was different.”
“In what way?”
“Look kid, all I want is to know how you shot ice out of your hand. If you’re one of the X-Men, just tell me.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yeah, ya’ do.” Phil said loud enough to attract neighbors.
Adrian stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind him.
“If you really didn’t know you would’ve let me rot in jail. You had a secret and now that I know about it, you have to do everything you can to protect it.”
Adrian crossed his arms. “You’re smarter than you look.”