Chapter One: Bonding
Sitting up in bed, Trevor leaned back and forth, swaying with the robotic video game character on the screen of the small handheld video game. His thumbs bashed down on the buttons on either
side of the lower screen of the DS and occasionally he would quickly pull a stylist from its place in the side of the game to bash boxes for bonus points.
He seemed to be doing quite well by the confident smirk on his face, however a large ogre type creature jumped from behind the shadows and quickly gobbled up the little robotic protagonist.
"Chyort!" The boy cursed as he angrily closed the DS and put it on the nightstand next to the bed. He blew a lock of red-orange hair that had fallen onto his forehead back into place as manly as he
could.
"That's not a very nice word," said a male voice said in a bit of a teasing tone as he walked into the room of the little boy, who at the sight of him looked a little shocked.
"Dad! I thought you were at work." Trevor said trying to dodge the fact that his father caught him cussing, which was a major offence in the land of the 9 year olds. But his father stopped leaning
on the doorframe and stepped into the room, his hands behind his back as if he was hiding something.
"Well I thought I'd work from home, it isn't everyday that my only child catches the chicken pox, and I have a little surprise for you."
Trevor's eyes suddenly had a childish glint of wonder of the surprise, but soon he caught a hold of his senses. "Its not gunna explode is it? Remember your last surprise? I mean it was funny when
it set the curtains on fire, but angry Mom is not funny." The young red haired child said in full remembrance of the walky-talky his father made him. It lasted two uses before it went up in smoke,
the inventor's wife was furious at him, (which she rarely was) for giving their son a dangerous toy, that was one of the days that would go down in infamy.
Trevor's dad let out a sigh, he was still smiling, but did have a minor look of annoyance at his son's allegations, however he was a little proud for his son to play it on the smart side, but this time he
was convinced it wouldn't go off like a Roman Candle. "Don't worry, this gift is guaranteed not to blow up, and if it does, you can blame your mother, it was her idea of 'Father Son bonding'" he said
as he made heavy air quotes around "Father Son bonding" with one hand and kept the gift behind his back with the other.
"I think you've waited enough, your surprise is—Da-Da-Da-Dah! A story book that's older than God!" The man said jokingly as he pulled the book from behind his back and dropped it on Trevor's
lap, dust came off it when it landed. The boy just eyed the book.
"I know," Trevor's dad said reading his son's expression "it would not be my first choice to spend a Tuesday off from school, however, you need to work on your reading skills a little bit and
apparently this was the book your Grandfather read your mother when she was your age, and if I don't read it to you now she'll eat my soul!" Trevor laughed at the final comment before
scratching at some of the red bumps on his arm. Trevor's mom was a very kind and patient women, however being an English teacher that never ended up going back after maturity leave, she was
very passionate about her sons need to read for pleasure.
"Dad are you sure we can't just go blow things up in the garage slash Porto lab and just say we read that dusty old thing? Please!" Trevor blinked his sea blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses
up at his father who just rolled his own set of matching blue eyes hidden behind his own set of glasses.
"Trust me you'll like this book, its filled with destruction and unneeded violence! There's fencing, murder, pirates, kidnapping, torture, revenge, all that good stuff. Just try to stay awake." And with
that, Trevor's dad opened the pages of the dusty old book, and began the story.