Chapter 1 & 2: Samuel 'Sam' Macine
Today was not my day. Even before I got sucked into my video game. It all started in the morning, when, as soon as I woke up, fell of my bed onto hard, cold wood that is my floor. After that, it was the normal routine of my morning (breakfast, shower, other) and off to my final days of the sophomore half year. In case that was too much for you, it was finals for the first semester. I, of course, had no problems with them, but I did have problems with the other students. For one, they complained too much on it being too hard, or not enough time to prepare, or some other pathetic excuse they pulled out of thin air. For another, they kept on asking me for the answers, the pathetic fools. Like I had all the answers right away. I did, of course, but no need for them to know that.
However, things really turned for the worst. All that bravado left me when it came to my Spanish final. I nervously finished with my memory fading in and out of what was the translation of a word from English to Spanish and vice versa. What made it worse was that I had to give up more of my precious money to keep the kids from taking my food or my stamina/body by force. Once I got back home, I instantly got on the computer and watched my favorite anime. After a few episodes, I got bored enough to call up one of my only friends, who was Regina 'Reggie' Lycan. Reggie happened to be available, so we agreed on meeting Sunday to play a few games. This helped me go through the rest of my finals, which were tedious, but not hard in the slightest. On Saturday, I did what I normally did: look for a job that could pay me a bit more than my current one, which was to create more powerful firewalls. It was fun, but not suited towards my skills. I couldn't wait to see Batman fall to his death, get eaten, and many more violent deaths.
Fuck, not him. I thought he was going to be sleeping for this part. Can't we shut him up for the next few minutes?
Ah, I should explain it to the ones listening to this. You see, my mother left as big an influence as my father did, before they both left for reasons I won't go into. I got my father's skill on technology and his smarts in other areas related to that. I got my mother's insanity and split personality disorder, though in a smaller dose, for I have only two other personalities. I am a more logical thinker, working frequently with technology and the like. Then there's the next side of me, who deals with more emotional actions and jobs, which is why I have both interest with acting and computers. Finally, there's the more… interesting side of me who deals with more psychopathic tendencies, as seen earlier. Thankfully, in this day and age, there are many video games that involve killing, so I can stave off those tendencies for a good amount of time.
For now, just call me Winston.
And call me Ripper.
Just to rant for a moment, how the flying fuck are we supposed to accomplish anything in high school and college? They don't teach us anything important, like taxes and insurance. Instead, I have to learn how to do an advanced form of algebra that won't appear anywhere except in construction and accounting, which seem to me like horrible and despicable jobs. And the lunches they give always tend to range from slightly tasty (a.k.a a miracle) to the worst thing made since the idea for a cheap fast food place on a budget (bad day). Then there's Spanish. I only have three words: cheap, universal translator. Social studies wasn't horrible (hooray for American wars), but I still felt like I was trapped in that class. Gym wasn't so bad. And in that sense, I mean I was out of breath after 5 minutes, which is actually a new record for me. English (along with Science) are the only classes I don't have utter contempt for, but I don't enjoy limiting my reading options and in Science, I typically only get my work done due to Reggie, who keeps me (mainly) on track. Choir is the only class I actually enjoy, but I hate working with the other fuckwits who don't know their notes and pitches. It really irks me off if their deliberately singing off pitch during the song because they didn't want to put in any effort. Arrrghhh! (...). Okay I'm calm now. School rant over.
Reggie 'Regina' Lycan
As a general rule, my life is a big shit load of crazy, freaky and bizarre. What about my life is so weird? Where should I start? For one, my dad runs a funeral parlor. Yeah, he's the guy that make dead cousin Sally look all pretty in her casket before they bury her. I help out, arranging flowers and putting on makeup and stuff, and keeping any lingering spirits out. Yeah, sometimes the dead tend to hang out at the parlor, either A) not realizing they're dead or B) not wanting to 'go into the light' or whatever. It's my job to make them leave, either through gentle coaxing or force. How do I force spirits to leave? Well, I have two ways of doing this.
First of all, I'm a witch. Yeah, a witch. The kind that will cast a spell on you if you piss her off so here's a tip, don't piss me off. Jenny Carlson learned this lesson the hard way, apparently choosing to dress in all black like some 'gothic freak' is weird and pathetic. She kept making fun of me and knocking my books out of my hand and it wasn't just me, she was a grade A bitch to everyone so, I may or may not have cast a curse on her that caused her car to break down, her boyfriend to dump her and for her to fail that huge social studies test. Yeah, I don't play around.
My second option is to send Shadow after them. You see when I was five, not long after my mom died from cancer, I started seeing a shadowy figure in my room. It wasn't a human but it wasn't mean to me. I called him Shadow and he played with me as a little girl, gave me someone to talk to and even came to me in my dreams and he still does. You see, Shadow is a demon from hell. My mom was willing to sell her soul in order to give me this body guard type friend to look after me until I die. He really only takes the form of a shadow, like from that movie the Princess and the Frog.
My dad drive me to school, in the hearse. Yeah, ya know the thing that's used to transport the coffin to the graveyard. That only further cements the rumor of me being a demon worshiper in the eyes of my fellow students. Now, I may work with demons but I don't sacrifice puppies and kittens to Satan. I mean, I'm a witch, not a monster. I also have a coffin for my bed. What? It's cozy! But I'm not allowed to nap in the coffins in the actual parlor. There was an incident when I was fourteen.
I had fallen asleep in one of the coffins downstairs after school and a family that was burying their grandfather grabbed the wrong casket (the one I was in) and brought it to the cemetery. It was a closed casket funeral. I had woken up just when they put the coffin in the ground. I opened the casket with a huge yawn, and got a shovel full of dirt in my face and mouth. Needless to say no one was happy.
Today was semester finals day at school. Let's start with math. I used to be good at it, but then they started adding the alphabet to it. I mean really? Xy+8a/70% of the mass of the sun? When will I ever use this? That's what google is for! Next came my Japanese final, I felt decent enough about that. Next was gym, I felt pretty good about that except when they told us to start labeling the muscles in the body. I didn't know I was also taking anatomy! Next was English and since I read the book like I was supposed to I felt really good about that. Next was social Studies which was pretty much just a vocab quiz. I felt pretty good about that and then I finally had science. I felt that I either did really well or really bad on that test. After that I had study hall where I basically just took out my iPod and started watching YouTube. I had finished watching an episode of Cursed when my friend Sam texted me about going over to his house to play video games. Dad didn't need my help so I was free to go over.
3rd Person
After getting through all their finals (and rants about their lives), they had met up at Sam's place to play some video games. However, trouble would soon set in...
"What the fuck did you do to my order?!" Sam yelled at Reggie.
"I was looking for a video game to play. I was putting them into piles of ones I want to play and one's I don't want. Well..." Reggie said, looking at all the floating video games. "Their actually sorting themselves, I'm just helping them make decisions." Shadow, who was on the floor next to Reggie snickered before tugging on her hair. "HEY!"
"I had it in a nice precise order that shouldn't have been messed with! Now it's going to take me hours to get back to where everything was!"
"Dude, that's what magic is for. Ow!" Reggie yelped. Shadow was still pulling on her hair. "Shadow, cut it out!"
"Why is he pulling your hair?" Sam said, a bit calmer now and more curious.
"He may be a demon but he's more mischievous than anything. That's it!" Reggie snapped, glaring down at the shadowy being. "Shadow, if you aren't going to play with my hair nicely, you won't get any candy." Reggie said, holding up a Hershey's mini chocolate bar. Shadow made a whining sound before he stopped and began to braid her hair, even though it looked like her hair was braiding itself. "Good boy." Reggie said before breaking off a small chocolate square and tossing it into the air. Shadow cheered and the chocolate disappeared into thin air.
"*sigh*. Well, did you decide on a game yet?"
"Yes." She said before singing Hallelujah. She was levitating the video game Batman: Arkham Asylum and making it glow in a golden light as though it was a gift from God. Which arguably too many it was.
"Well, if the drama and the light can disappear, then we can take turns playing it. Dibs on final boss fight!"
"Oh alright." Reggie sighed before putting the game into the Xbox. "Joker, you're going down, BITCH!"
It was then that a different light came from the Xbox. It wasn't the melodramatic light as seen before, but a soft blue light. It started to get a bit bigger after the start screen popped up. Then, in a flash of blue light, the game started to get bigger and more life-like. Then, it all faded to black.