A/N: Hi Everyone! This is my first ever fic, and I am really excited to get started! Please, let me know what you think (any and all feedback I will take to heart, I promise), and I hope to see what people think of my story! Without further adieu, let's get started!
"What is that?" I asked looking at a box in the center of the room. I looked around, and saw the engravings and hieroglyphs covering the walls. I walked towards the box, and as I approached it, it began to glow and tremor. I reached out, and the yellow-gold light began to intensify. It was as if the whole world fell away, and all I saw was the box, with its glowing brilliance, it was almost as if it was calling to me. It felt magical. I opened the lid, and everything went black.
That was the day my life changed forever.
Hi. My name is Justin Pierce. I was just a normal guy, who attended a normal High School in West City. I am 16 years old and am in the Eleventh Grade. Until a few weeks ago, I had a perfect attendance, and an A average in all my classes. One regular Friday morning, I was running late. Really late. I reached school just before first period and sprinted through the hallways. I burst through the door to my classroom, and just as I yelled "I'm here!", I tripped on my own feet, and began to fall. I felt myself collide with something, and I brought it down with me. I landed on the floor, and just laid there, on top of something soft yet bumpy. After about ten seconds, I realized that I didn't hit something, but someone.
"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, and I ran into you, and-"
"Don't worry about it." The girl simply stated, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
"But I bowled you over in front of the whole class, and I even used you to break my fall!" I exclaimed, confused as to why she wasn't angry. That was when I looked at her properly. Before it was just a glance or two, before averting my gaze to my shoes, and even then, it was through a haze of concern, shame and embarrassment. This time I really looked at her, and a lump formed in my throat. She was beautiful! Her piercing eyes were as blue and intense as bluebells, one of my mother's favorite flowers. Her silky hair, a black so dark it appeared as if it shone blue in the light. My mind went blank, and we ended up just standing there, staring at each other, me with a look of awestruck adoration, and her with a look of confusion and slight impatience.
"If you two are done flirting, I would like to get on with my class." Mr. White, my history teacher said. The girl and I found ourselves with matching fiery blushes, and as I turned and sat down at my desk, she just stood at the front of the room awkwardly.
"Today we have a new student joining us. Miss George, why don't you tell the class about yourself." The teacher said in a calm and inviting tone.
"Well, my name is Amelia, and I just moved here from Manhattan with my family. I look forward to meeting you all and making some new friends here."
"Cool. Well, how about you go and take a seat next to Justin, seeing as you two have already gotten acquainted with each other," he said motioning to the seat next to me, "and we can get started!"
The day crawled by slowly, with Amelia and I exchanging glances often, and, when we happened to sneak a glance at the same time, and were caught by each other, we burst into blushes once more. The bell went to signal the end of the day, and once I packed up my things, I turned to Amelia.
"Hey. I was wondering what you are doing after school today. Got any plans?" I asked, trying to appear nonchalant. She smiled at me sweetly, and my knees almost gave out.
"No, not really. I just was going to go home and help my parents unpack."
"Great!" I said a bit too eagerly, earning funny glances from some of my classmates that were still left in the classroom.
"I-I mean… W-would you like to go for a walk with me? We kind of got off on the wrong foot, and I was thinking that maybe we could start over? Y-you know, if you wanted to that is…" I trailed off, suddenly aware of how stupid I was being, red rising in my cheeks and along the tops of my ears, and rubbing the back of my neck nervously. This earned me a very bright smile from the girl.
"I would love to. Just let me call my parents, and we can go." Amelia told me, finishing putting her books away.
Fifteen minutes later, we were walking down a wooded path, chatting happily about anything and everything.
"I know right? I really don't think Mr. Satan was the one to beat Cell, and I am glad that someone else thinks so too. I mean, look how badly he was being pummeled before the cameras went out." I said, waving my arms around animatedly to emphasize my point.
"I agree. I have never been one to believe the hype just because one guy claimed he did something, without any evidence to prove or disprove it. Those people are nothing but sheep." She said. I thought about what the supposed "Savior of Earth" did, on that fateful day eight years ago. It was during the Cell Games, an event hosted by an evil bug-looking green man had decided to hold, which would decide the fate of the planet. Being close to seven feet tall and looking like something from a horror movie dissuaded most people from joining, except a few. These unknown fighters, most of whom didn't even partake in fight, showed up, and nobody knew who they were. The man with the gold hair, and his assumed son, the Delivery Boy, were the only people to take on the monster, other than the "Champ", Hercule Satan, who was swatted away like a fly several times. The cameras had gone out shortly after the fighting with the unknown warriors started, and when the feed went back up, Cell was gone, and Mr. Satan was the only one left standing. He claimed that he had beaten the monster, and the world believed it unquestioningly.
"And also, if all of the things those fighters did were just fake tricks and illusions, why was Cell such a threat? It doesn't really add up."
"You know, now that I think about it, you're right! Just what was it that made Cell so dangerous, dangerous enough for the man who beat him to be called the 'world's savior'. Hey, what is that?" Amelia asked suddenly, diverting my attention from the heated conversation we were having. She had noticed something just off the path, partially hidden by the brown leaves common in the fall. It appeared to be something glinting in the rays of sunlight that came through the gaps in the trees.
"I'm not sure, let's check it out." Was the reply I gave. We slowly walked over to the object, and I realized it looked like an old-fashioned trap door handle. I bent down and grabbed it and, using the muscles in my legs, heaved it upwards. Sure enough, a trapdoor opened, and as we peered down into it, we could hear the echo of water dripping far below.
"Let's see where this leads!" I exclaimed, excited to have found a mystery to solve.
"O-okay." Amelia replied, clearly not as excited as I was about the whole thing. I raced down the old steps that appeared to be carved out of the floor, in a way that hadn't been done in decades. When we reached the bottom, there was a large wooden door blocking our way, covered in intricate carvings in a beautiful design.
"Come on! Help me push." I said to Amelia, and the girl put her hands on the rotting wood, beside mine. After a few minutes, we got the door open, and looked inside. As I stepped into the pitch-black room, torches erupted into flame all around the room.
"What is that?" I asked, looking at a box in the center of the room. As I looked around, I saw the engravings and hieroglyphs covering the walls. I slowly walked towards the box, and as I approached it, it began to glow and tremor. I reached out, and the yellow-gold light began to intensify. It was as if the whole world fell away, and all I saw was the box, with its glowing brilliance, it was almost as if it was calling to me. It felt magical. I opened the lid, and everything went black.
"Justin! Justin!" I faintly heard, and as I opened my eyes, the room began to spin.
"Oh thank God you are alright!" The person exclaimed, clearly worried for me. 'Where do I know that voice from?' I thought. I couldn't recall their name or face, as my memory was still fuzzy. After a minute or so, everything came back to me and I sat up.
"What happened?" I asked, noticing I was sitting on the floor far from where the box was, in the middle of the room.
"When you touched whatever is in that box, there was a flash of light, and you went flying." Amelia said, still hovering over me, worried.
"What is it?" was all I could say, still feeling a bit disoriented.
"It looks like some sort of cube. I tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. I looked up some of the engravings on the wall, and apparently they are written in an ancient form of hieroglyphs, predating even the Egyptians. Only three other caves like this have been found, and I'm pretty sure none of them had a box in the middle of it."
"What does the writing say?" I asked groggily.
"It says here that it is a magical cube that changes you. I cant find anything about what that means though." Amelia replied. I got up and walked over to the box. Inside was a plain black cube. There was no longer any glow, and I hesitantly reached in to picked it up. I grasped it, but when I tried to lift it, it didn't even move an inch. After a few minutes of trying I gave up, and walked back over to Amelia, who had an amused expression.
"Told ya." She simply stated. We then left the room and made our way back up the stairs. Once we reached the top we closed the trapdoor, covered it with leaves and other things that were on the ground, and promised never to speak of what had happened again. After that, we parted ways.
Two days later, I was in my room playing a video game. My room was pretty small, and I always tried to keep it as neat and tidy as I could, unlike many of my friends. In the game, I was killed by an enemy, and I let out a loud groan of frustration.
"Dammit! It took me over an hour to get this far!" I turned and halfheartedly punched the wall in anger, without anywhere near enough force to damage it. To my surprise, my whole arm went through the wall.
"What the…" I said, and a feeling of panic set in. "What is Mom going to say about this?!" I shouted and started to move my bookshelf over to cover the hole. I realized in shock that I was moving the whole bookshelf with only one hand, and no effort at all. Just then, I started to groan in pain, and grabbed at my lower back, where an immense pain was emanating. I was in such agony, that after about five minutes of writhing in pain, which felt like hours, I passed out.
I woke up, looked around, and saw that I was still on the floor. I checked the time on my watch. 'Great, 4:30. I have been out for two hours!' I thought. It was then that I felt something brush against my forearm. I spun around but saw nothing. Then I felt it again. I looked at my arm, and saw something long, brown, and furry behind it. I let out a silent scream as I realized what it was.
I had a tail.
A/N: Hey! Me again. Not much from me. Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, and I hope to see you in the next one!
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