Cast of Fools
Shadow ScytheX
Disclaimer: I do not own Felix, I do not own any part of GS. I own the plot, and that's about it.
Plot Outline: Felix is a kid in school, pretty much normal, but sort of... different. When certain people try to slander him, they discover just how different he is.
Chapter 1: Muckraking
Felix walked down the crowded hallway, humming to himself. He always did that, always humming to a tune that only he could hear. He had a small obsession with music those days. Blues, Jazz, Rock, whatever you threw at him, he'd listen to it. That may be how this whole mess started.
As he was walking, he bumped into Mia, the school president.
"Sorry," he muttered, continuing to walk. This was his first mistake. Really, it was his second. The first was getting out of bed. As it was, he had recently gotten over a cold, but was still feeling some of its effects. Had he stayed home, the entire fiasco would've been avoidable. In fact, if he had never been around an area with the cold, none of this would have ever happened. If he had never been born, he never would've gotten the cold. If his parents were never born, then he would've never been born, went to the concert, gotten the cold, gotten over it, get out of bed, walk through school, and knock down the second most powerful student in the building. So it's his grandparents' fault, if you think about it. But don't think about it, pay attention to the story.
"Hey, jerk, aren't you forgetting something?"
He then whirled around, glaring. He then walked over, picked up his harmonica, then continued walking. This was his second (third) mistake. The third (fourth) will soon be at hand.
"Hey, asshole, when you knock over a lady, you should at least have the courtesy to apologize!"
He then turned around again. "I see no lady. I see a brat whining about a sore ass that she will forget about at the end of the bell." He then turned back around and broke into a jog, now late for class.
Mia then fumed, swearing and kicking a locker. "He won't get away with this..."
Felix panted, barely making it into class before the bell ring. He flipped his harmonica across the back of his hand and into his pocket, and then took his seat in the back of the room. He then slumped in his chair, slowly falling into a dreamless sleep. He thought of many things, but never dreamed. Odd, but Felix is not how you would define 'Well-Adjusted'.
At the end of the bell, Felix roused himself up and walked out of the classroom. All of a sudden, a shout ran through the hallway:
"BREAKING NEWS! FELIX NAVARRO, CHILD OF THE OCCULT! PARENTS INFLUENCE CHILD INTO DARK ARTS, CHILD ACCEPTS THE ARTS WITH JOY! READ ALL ABOUT IT!"
Felix paused, walked over, took a newspaper, flipped through it, handed it back to the distributor, and thought nothing of it the rest of the day.
-Fin