Disclaimer: I do not own the original Chronicle story or characters and am not affiliated with the studio. This is a continuation of the story, only Angela is my OC. Thank you for reading :) Your reviews help immensely.
Rated T for infrequent mild swearing and rare use of the f word as well as violence. Supernatural and romance themed.
I link "soundtracks" in most anything I write. It's usually just the songs I was listening to while I was writing, but I link them in case you want to listen :) I don't own the rights to any of these songs. You will find them in bold italics at the beginning of every chapter. Since links aren't allowed, you have to paste it into google search adn go to the first Youtube link with the same name
Haven (piano) watch?v=rqAQnJK5Tks
The story of what happened in my senior year of high school has undoubtedly been played on every TV in Seattle, and likely the world. Everyone saw the battle in the sky and its morbid ending unfold on live TV. I can imagine my mother, gentle-hearted as she is, biting her nails and praying for the strange boy covered in bloody bandages. I can hear her whispering under her breath for God not to let anyone else die that day, including him. She didn't know then, or now for that matter, that I shared the same ability as him, kept secret for so many months. All she saw was my panicked expression as I sprinted out the door with my car keys in hand and floored it to the Space Needle.
Journalists wrote about the three boys who found a crystal buried in the earth and how only one remained alive. Only one. That number had been burning through my head before I saw the news. I was the only one like this, I would always be alone. I could never tell anyone.
Now it was that a teenager named Matt was the only one left alive. We were both utterly alone. I hadn't lost anyone close that day, but there were plenty of acquaintances, classmates, or family friends' funerals to go to in the following weeks. I couldn't imagine having to add the loss of my cousin or the guilt of it onto that. Selfish secrecy overcame me as I vowed not to tell anyone about my powers.
There was one thing that all the papers got wrong though. And that was how I wanted it. They all said Andrew had been killed by that spear. The police found no pulse, and it appeared to have punctured where his heart should have been. The autopsy to confirm his death would never be completed though. Only a newspaper article reporting that two morticians had been knocked unconscious from behind the day following the event, a broken window, and the fact that his body was suddenly gone led a few eager conspiracy theorists to quietly (or otherwise) suggest that perhaps he was not dead.
I soon found that what occurred the day that became known simply as "The Incident" to the residents of Seattle, and the days following, was too much for me to bear in my waking mind. The part I played in the final battle died with me. I pushed back anything relating to Andrew Detmer, Matt Garretty, or my abilities into the blackest corners of my nightmares. There was a nice community college in Seattle I worked my way into. No one questioned why I suddenly decided that art was no longer what I wanted to do and had decided to get a degree in medical science. But it seems the deeper you try to bury something, the more furiously it tries to dig its way up. And the more demons it brings with it.
Thank you for reading! I update at weird intervals but hopefully fairly often. Not my first written work but it is the first fic, so please send me some reviews! If you notice any errors (such as me accidentally writing Matt Montgomery instead of Matt Garretty) feel free to let me know.
