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Ends and New Beginnings
"See you tomorrow!" I yelled as I wrestled out of the car with my bags and lacrosse stick. My friend laughed as I fell; the weight of my bag pulling me down. Still laughing, she drove away leaving me to haul my load up my house steps. Groaning, I lugged my stuff up the stairs and with papers stuck in my mouth I opened up the front door. Throwing my various items inside I noticed that my mom was actually home…and sober. She stood in front of me in a neat suit with impressive heels to match; my heels actually.
"Hey mom; looking good…what's the occasion?" I asked. She never looked neat…or even matching. Her smile widened and I admitted to myself it was good to see her genuinely smiling for once. She smoothed out her charcoal pencil skirt out.
"I got a job Brye…at a law firm! I'm going to be one of the secretaries! Brye; they actually hired me! I have a job now!" she squealed like a little kid who was just handed candy. I forced a smile and tried to look happy.
"That's amazing mom! I'm so excited for you!" I said with false enthusiasm. I hoped she didn't catch my fake but she did and frowned.
"What's wrong? Whenever you sound this happy it's usually because you're lying to me. I know you too well now…what's wrong?" she asked casually. I knew that behind that neutral shell of hers was a raging bull just waiting for a red flag.
"It's nothing mom…just tired I guess. Man, was practice today tough!" I said, changing the subject, "I really impressed the coach though! He said I'm on the road to a lacrosse scholarship if I try hard enough; how cool would that be?" She forgot my earlier reaction like I hoped.
"You know money's tight…a scholarship would be awesome Byre! I don't want to put too much pressure on you; you can do fine at a community college too you know. But I know how bright you are so you just do your best! Why don't you start your homework so you can go to bed early? It's almost seven now and I know you had dinner out." Since when did mom ever tell me to do something that had any connection with school?
"Okay I will mom, good night if you fall asleep before me." I answered. I turned to pick up my stuff and I noticed she didn't say anything back. When she finally said something her voice was hard.
"What do you mean by me falling asleep before you? When have I done that before? Hm? I don't like that tone of voice you use with me as well. I am your mother and guardian and you should treat me with the proper respect! Now go do your homework and come say good night to me at the appropriate time!" In order to avoid further outbursts I carried my stuff with no help from her to my room. I reached the top of the staircase when she chose to yell out again.
"And I don't want me catching you playing on that childish gameguy thing! No Fire Sign or whatever it's called!" She hit a particularly soft spot and I had no control on myself any longer.
"Mom first of all; it's gameboy and Fire Emblem! And when do you tell me what to do? Don't I always have my homework done? What's up with you? Since you got a job you have to act all high and mighty now? News flash mom, I've had a job since I turned fifteen. Fifteen mom! Just so we could have some money and not have to rely on what grandma and grandpa sent us! So having a job at some fancy law firm is not something to brag about!" I turned with my bags to leave but then another wave of pure rage came towering over me.
"And another thing; you always have jobs mom! You always get them but for some reason can't seem to hold onto them…hm? What could be the reason? Huh, maybe it's how you think everything but your job has priority over it!" I screeched. We stood in silence; her eyes filled with anger and her face twisted into a mask of hatred. I grabbed my fallen bags and left without a word, storming into my room and slamming the door. With my anger now subsided, I felt drained and tired. Yelling always made me feel weary and worn out; I always found that getting angry was a waste of time and energy. But I just couldn't help it this time.
Flinging myself onto the bed, I reached into my bedside shelf. I flipped open the silver gameboy's top and switched the game on. Fire Emblem stuff came up and I rushed through those immediately. I was in no mood to wait patiently through nonsense information and introductions. I clicked onto my current saved data and prepared myself to kick some morph butt with my army of almost unbeatable characters.
Minutes passed by and I finally completed destroying all of Lord Nergal's little puppets. As I came to the part where I would go and bring him to his demise, the game blanked out. The screen turned black and the volume went up even though I had not turned it on. Creepy music played; a haunting tune that had me entranced. I tried clicking the on and off button again and again to try and trigger the game. The music hadn't stopped but only grew louder. The screen turned back on but not to where I had left off. It brought me to a scene with Lord Nergal and some hooded figure.
"Is everything in place Prince Lyon?" I dropped the gameboy and jumped away from it as if it were the plague itself. What the hell? I thought. I just heard Nergal's voice…his real voice…coming from the game! There were no text boxes…just his uncanny voice lilting in the air.
"Yes…everything on my side is at least. Everything is in order as it should be. I am ready when you are." another voice said. This was not as spine-chilling as Nergal's voice but it had a sinister hint about it. It sounded like two voices merged into one.
"What the hell is going on…?" I muttered. I mustered up enough courage and sense to reach and pick up the closed gameboy. I took a deep breath and reopened the game. The hooded figure was standing across from Nergal. He took off his hood and medium length, pale violet hair stood out. He took out a staff and held it vertically in his grip. Nergal did the same with another staff. They crossed the staves and Nergal shouted out.
"It's time! Do it now!" The one called Lyon placed a dark stone looking thing on the 'X' the staves made. The effect was instantaneous. The stone might as well have been a match on an oil spill. The game shook with the impact and the loud noise the explosion made rang in my ears at deafening pitches. I screamed and dropped the gameboy to hold my ears. I closed my eyes and shouted for it to stop. Then the racket stopped abruptly. It was eerily calm and peaceful and I felt unusually happy. Before darkness engulfed me I heard Nergal's voice.
"It's done. We've done it…we've finally cracked those blasted barriers around us…the universe is ours my friend; ours! Elibe, Magvel, and now…Earth…" Dreamily, I smiled at his wrong pronunciation of 'Earth' and chuckled. "E-arth-th" Hee hee… I closed my eyes once again, vulnerable to whatever was lurking and now roaming free.
Okay so how was that? Please, please, please review! This is my first multi-chaptered story and I really want to know how it came out! So hm, the next chapter…well Brye wakes up and I'm deciding on what mayhem to put in…any ideas, let me know!