Samuel Jackson Part 1 Chap 1
Activation
Hello. My name is Samuel M. Jackson, and this is my story. It starts with me walking home from school on a bright Friday morning. I felt jubilant, because I had just bought the most expensive leather jacket Old Navy has. I worked all summer at my dad's shi naak ti instructional class. Although most Japanese martial arts are defensive, shi naak ti is an offensive art. It is a very physically demanding fitness routine, so I wake up and do my morning warm up at 5:30. Then I take a shower, get dressed, eat toast, bacon and eggs, and then walk to school. Well anyway, I was walking home, wondering what people thought of my leather jacket, and I was wondering about my grades. Then I got the "buzz". It's a vibration in between my shoulder blades. I get it, and then something bad happens. Oh man I thought this better not ruin my jacket. Then it became almost unbearable. I took a seat on the curb to wait for it to blow over. In Manhattan, the manhole covers are nailed down. So I was slightly surprised when the cover in front of me was blasted off by a gout of water. Then I was blown away as a gigantic, green-scaled, winged woman with a tail. She had long claws and a mouth full of sharp pearly-whites. Then my best friend, Patrick "Fisty" Hagan ran up, surveyed the situation, and then glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. I just shrugged. Seeing as in how he can bench 275, I was less scared. But not by much. The dragon thing looked at him and grimaced. Then she pointed at me and growled
Samuel Jackson, You will live to see another day
Although I will spare you
Your horizon is grey.
Then she…..it snapped its fingers and the destroyed cover pieced itself together, and screwed itself back in. Then the dragon thing winged away. Fisty looked at me and said "Dude, we need to talk." So I got up, dusted myself off, and said " What was that thing? Do you know? If you do-" "Don't worry, I will explain when we get to your hotel." He interrupted. I live at the Diamond. It's a 3 star 's okay, but I lived there since I was ,like, 2 or something. We moved here when my mom got a job at Macy's. "Hagan, this better be good," I warned him. But this was a completely empty threat. He was huge. He was 6 ft 5, huge abs, and biceps bigger than my head. Although he has a limp, that is his only weakness. So I just walked in a strained silence. When we got to the hotel, something felt wrong. I looked around and did a double take when I saw that the receptionist's desk was strangely empty. Shaking it off, we took the elevator to the 7th floor. Then we went to room 304, got a soda out of the fridge. Then I walked into my room, plunked down at my desk, and sipped my soda. Fisty plunked down on a bean bag. Then I said coldly "Explain. Now." Then Fisty looked at me uncomfortably, then looked away."Dude, I want to know what the heck happened out there! What was that thing? How come no one else saw it?" I said as I pointed a finger at him. "Uh…Well y'see…um…" He stuttered. Then I heard my mom's voice. "Sam? Samuel? You here?" she called. She sounded tired. "Room!" I shouted back. Then Fisty looked happy. I had a bad feeling I knew what he was feeling."Fisty, you tell her-" I started, but it was too late. "Mrs. Jackson! He had an encounter!" he sid quickly. Then Mom looked at me and said "Honey, we are going to go to your grandfather Percy's house."
Fin Chap 1