Hello peeps. Just some info on this story. It was inspired by the question"what if KH was rated M?" so there will be blood and swearing especially in the later chapters. This story has few to no kingdom hearts characters so do not expect them. This story is complicated so watch for foreshadowing and kh references. Btws the quotes at the start of each chapter are only transitions and you do not need to know the story which they are from. Please comment and critize
Chapter 1
"Maybe it was fate that we met today, well if you believe in that sort of thing." –Hei, Darker Than Black
"Bye Sam, see you tomorrow"
I wave back at Lola, and shuffle the book bag under my arm. I push against the door with my hand swiftly, not looking back at the dusty library shelves. I sigh, "I'm finally out of the library and only working there two hours tomorrow." I smile to myself and race down the stairs to the park. The swings sway lightly in the breeze. As I walk down the asphalt path, a gleam of light catches my eye. I look up at the hill beside the park, where I thought I saw the little light. On the hill a guy sits, he looks about my age. His legs are curled up and his head lies on his knees. He lifts his head up toward me; I look away before we make eye contact. "That creep better not follow me home" I think to myself. Darn it, I forgot my pepper spray. "You knew there would be creeps out at 9pm, Sam" I think to myself, "Just don't look back and listen for foots steps." I quicken my pace. All I hear is the sharp sound of crickets, and my shoes sweeping across the pavement. When I get past the fence the curiosity over takes me.
"Just a quick look, to see if he is still there" I casually look over my shoulder. He is still sitting there curled up. All I can see is his silhouette, he looks so mysterious with the low sunset and almost…. sad. I stand there for a minute wondering what he is thinking about.
"What am I doing? I need to get home before nightfall."
I half sprint the rest of the way to my house. I loudly slam the door shut, and lock it. I double-check the lock before bringing my book bag to my room. I can't get that guy out of my head; the thought of him sitting on the hill in the dark makes my insides twist and my blood run cold.
-The next morning, I twist the key in the lock, then let the screen door slam behind me. I drop my keys into my book bag and switch hands for holding my thermos. It's way to early for the sun to be up, yet there it was. I yawn and take a swig of coffee. This has been one of the roughest mornings ever. I had this crazy dream about the boy on the hill. Instead of looking away from him, like I did yesterday, I kept looking at him while his head lifted. He had red demon eyes and an evil grin. I fist almost got my alarm clock stuck in the wall when it went off this mourning.
I yawn again as I pass through the hole in the fence. I look up at the top of the hill. No one is there. "Of course nobody is there! He wouldn't spend a whole night sitting on a stupid hill. Stop acting like a silly fan girl." I walk up the stairs, counting each step that I take, trying to clear my mind. I swing open the door at the top of the steps.
"Zoning out?" Lola asks. I almost run into a cart by the counter. "No" I grumble and take a gulp of coffee. I walk behind the desk and lounge in a chair, staring at my thermos. "Were you dumped? You look grumpier than usual." "I was not dumped, I'm not even dating" I take a sip of coffee, with Lola its always about boys, can't she just get a life. I snicker at my own comment, what am I talking about? I've been thinking about a guy for almost 12 hours straight.
"O great she's lost it"
"I never had it," I answer.
I pull out a stack of books from under the desk and start my work. As I stamp books Lola drowns on about her crush. I believe his name is Josh. I wasn't listening. I look up from my work to check the time on the clock, but the clock was hidden, a boy with sand colored hair looms over my desk. Alarmed, I shuffle my chair into the wall behind me.
"You ok!" Lola asks concern fills her voice.
"Ummm yeah, I'm…ah…"
"Could you help me find a book I'm looking for?" the guy asks politely.
Why didn't I hear him come in? "Ok. I'll be back in a second." I tell Lola, she gives me a weird look. I follow the boy to a bookshelf that is out of sight from the help desk.
"So, what are you looking for, sir?"
He looks calm, but his hands are shaking. I let him think about how to put his words together for about a minute. He probably only planned the asking for help part, who knows how long he sat in front of my desk.
"I don't have all day." I try not to sound too impatient.
"I'm looking for a book on traveling dimensions," he finally mumbles.
I snickered, great one of these kooks, "The sci-fi section is over there, I can't give you a specific title-"
The boy slams his fist into a near by bookshelf. I flinch; the fist is two inches from my head.
"You think this is a joke?" he sneers.
I shake my head no.
"Are you looking for non-fiction then?" I whimper. My try at sounding strong fails miserably. He lowers his fist from the shelf back to his side, "Are you going to help me or not?"
I give a timid smile then scurry to the closest computer. I type ferociously like my life depends on ever keystroke. The boy hovers over my shoulder. I could feel the pressure of his stare cutting through me it makes my stomach turn.
"T-there are two books" I point out, he doesn't move. I write down their number codes and walk over to the shelf where they lay. Each step I take makes me feel a little stronger, and more like I am leading a little kid, then being followed by a sadistic maniac.
I pick out the books and hand them to him; he doesn't accept them.
"Open them and find the information," he snaps.
I let out a sigh and put the books on the table. I start flipping through them. I see the boy pacing impatiently through my peripheral vision, his footsteps are silent.
"There is nothing here on traveling dimensions."
"You positive?"
"As positive that platypuses lay eggs." I hear him groan.
"You know we aren't the only library you can che-" I turn around, he is completely gone. I roll my eyes, and put the books away, I let out the breath I was holding in since he slammed his fist into the bookshelf.
Where was Lola anyway? The one time I needed her… I guess this whole fiasco didn't make much racket. It wasn't like he was yelling at me. You would think she would have heard his fist hit the bookcase though, it was a loud thud. Wasn't it? For some reason I cannot remember his fist making any sound as it hit wood.
My thoughts get interrupted, when Lola sees me, "What happened? Your eyes are watery. Were you crying? Just tell me what's wrong." She whispered to me.
"It's fine, I'm fine. Did he leave?"
"Did who leave?" she gives me her weird look. I laugh at her obliviousness.
"Never mind", I take one last swig of my now cold coffee and go back to stamping.
-I finish up my work, and put the books on a cart for Lola to put away. I pick up my book bag and mug, not even trying to say good-bye to Lola (she is to busy on the phone with Josh anyway.)
I take a step out the door and take my first breath of freedom; the day is beautiful, not to hot and not to humid. Summer is my favorite season, trees are green and make that nice rustle when the wind goes through them, and everyone is in a good mood, well most of the time anyway.
I walk past the small playground and through the park. I don't even glance up the hill, I do not care anymore. I get to the steps of my house and take out the key turning it thoroughly in the lock and open the door. As I close the door I see a dark spot on the sidewalk, I glance at it again and it is gone. Must be a trick of the light. I put my shoes away and rinse out my mug. After that I bring my book bag into my room, I add a can of mace to my bag. Then I leap onto my bed and take out a mystery novel I'm almost done with. I have an hour or two before I'm going to meet Kath at Chipotle. Kath is my shrink, even though she would hate to admit it. I moved into my dead uncle's house so that I don't have to pay for the dorms at college, my parents were concerned so they told Kath, a family friend with a degree in psychology, to check up on me. At least it is just Kath though. I've known her for as long as I can remember. I would probably break ties with my folks if they hired a hard core shrink to make me keep some sanity.
"GRRR I CAN'T BELIEVE THE MAIN CHARACTER DIES AT THE END!" I yell throwing the book onto my bed, it bounces up a little. I throw my head on my pillow and lie down flat, "Sure she was a homicidal psychopath, but she was awesome! And she was framed, darn policeman should have died." I felt bad after saying that but it was true. She didn't deserve a bullet through the brain, she had a family!
I take a deep breath. I get out of my bed and grab a fist full of chocolate from a bag on my desk, and walk through the hall to the computer in my living room. I click on the switch on the floor and press the power button, then flop down in my chair. I shove a piece of chocolate in my mouth. Today sucks. I lie back in the chair and stare at the ceiling waiting to here the music on the computer. Ding-dinga deeep, the computer turns on. I go on the Internet. It flips open to a news site, which has the headline "Savage Animal Attacks Small Town". I just laugh at the title someone probably let their stupid guard dog out without a leash. It shouldn't have been funny, but it was nice to know I wasn't the only one suffering today.
I shift gears and go to my email. Oooh, Chipotle coupon! I grin menacingly. I can afford take out for dinner then. I scroll down looking at my unread messages. Shoot I forgot about Christan's birthday tomorrow, great I'm gonna be home late. I face palm, and look through my fingers to see the last unread email "From Mom and Dad" oh brother. I just sent them an email yesterday, can't they give me a little space, sheesh. I'll email them later; I'm not up for it today. I go back to the Chipotle coupon and print it out. I shove the paper in my book bag, and check the weather on my computer before shutting it down. The weather said it would be raining tonight so I grab an umbrella before getting out the door.
-"There was this crazy guy at the library today, he demanded science nonfiction, can you believe that? He was being all menacing for a book. A book! And we did not even have it." I tell Kath as I eat my last spoonful of rice and lettuce.
"How was he being menacing?" Kath asked as she took another sip of pop, her eyes bubble with excitement.
"He hit his fist against a shelf, and he had one of those tones, y'know? The ones that really calm people have when they are angry. Supposedly calm people are the most terrifying when they are angry."
"Yeah I heard that too. You would think you could skip all the crazy people when working at a library." She smiles and takes a bite of burrito, Kath is a slow eater, I've been ready to leave for the past half hour. She still acts like a high schooler even though she is in her mid twenties, or maybe she just acts like this when talking to me.
"The creepiest part is that I saw him again walking here. How many times do you see someone randomly to call it stalking?"
"More than twice, Sam"
I laugh at my own question "I'm really over speculating aren't I?"
She nods "Yeah, Reading those detective novels again?"
I am just about to send her back a good response, when there he is again! Walking right outside the window behind Kath. He is wearing the same thing he wore this morning, dark cargo pants, and red hoodie that darkens at the sleeves. His hands are in his pockets as he casually walks by the window. Maybe to casually I think, as I slump into the chair trying to hide myself from view.
"He's there! Can we call it stalking now?"
Kath looks out the window, "I don't see anyone."
"He already left"
"No wonder your parents wanted me to look after you, you're a wreck." She jokes.
"I'm fine thank you very much, just having a bad day."
"I wouldn't worry about the guy, he sounds like a science geek that threw a little tantrum, and if anything goes bad you got your pepper spray. Just don't use your pocket knife on him, don't want to get sued"
I snicker "Worse he is gonna get today is jabbed with an umbrella"
Kath wraps up her remaining burrito in its tin foil, and we both throw away our trash. "Want to meet again next week? Same day same time?"
"Monday doesn't work for me next week, I'll be bagging groceries. Tuesday works though."
"Ok Tuesday it is then, same time."
We both walk out the door, into the parking lot. "Make sure you keep me posted on your romantic stalker, ok?" I hit her lightly with my umbrella for the comment. Kath stumbles into her car. "See you Tuesday, don't hesitate to call."
"You to Kath!" I wave to her as she drives out of the lot. I start walking over to the gift shop, I stop at the red light, the gift shop is just across the street.
"Hey! Can I talk to you for a second?"
O great the kid is back, "Sure"
"I wanted to apologize about this morning, I shouldn't of exploded on you."
"Thanks for the apology" Tension and pressure came off him in waves. Why did his aura always make me want to puke?
"I was wondering if we could start over, maybe even be friends? I'm new in town and don't know many people here."
"I guess so what's the harm" I put in as much sarcasm as I could "Just don't stalk me or I will so sue you to mars"
He snickered at that, although it sounded more like a sneer. The light turns green. "Since we are friends, I might as well introduce myself, my name is Stephan. And you are?"
"Sam. Are you an actor? Cause that sounded way too formal."
Stephan looked confused "….umm no."
We get across the street "Well this is my stop, see you around"
"Yeah, bye."
-The sky has gotten dark because of the rain. I have my umbrella out and twirl it while galloping through the puddles. I can't wait to get home to eat the Chinese take out I am carrying, the restaurant smelled so good. I would have loved to have just eaten there, but it was almost eight and the sky will only get darker. It took me way to long to find Christan a gift. He is really into supernatural and magic stuff, but I can never find any of that, so I got him a book called "100 Jobs That Are Worse Than Yours". I thought it suited him since he is a janitor at a movie theater.
Wow its dark, I can barely see a thing, they need more lampposts here. I walk by the church, which leads up to the park with the hill; between the two is a figure. It looks like a man hunched over something. As I take a step closer I take out the mace from my bag, just in case he runs at me. I hear thunder in the distance. I am thirty feet away. I take a couple more steps. He turns toward me I freeze in my tracks. Lightning lights up the figure a little. His eyes glow yellow, his crimson sword gleams a little, and I see a dark liquid pool at his feet. When the light disappears his silhouette does as well, but the dark puddle does not. Something solid lies on the dark liquid. Deciding not to go any closer I turn to walk across the street, the rich smell of blood fills my nose.