Chapter 3 is here! Pwease read the end author's note. Onto ze story!
Disclaimer: I will own Kickin' It when Jack will like bleu cheese...so it's never gonna happen :(
The brunette flashed faster than lightening through the forest, watching the blonde girl intently as she walked home. He has been watching her all day, for some reason not being able to stop. To be honest, it was starting to irritate him, not being able to stop. He didn't know why, but for some reason he was compelled to her. He decided to talk to the man from earlier, wanting to have a conversation with him. He halted suddenly behind the bushes, watching the girl walk up to the door and open it. In the blink of an eye, he was inside the house and at the top of the stairs before she even closed the door. He looked around, taking in the house. This was all so new to him, so he just looked around curiously. Seeing the blonde looking around the main floor, he turned quickly and walked downed the hallway, looking for the man's study. Hearing footsteps coming up the staircase, he quickly went to a door at random and opened it, entering quickly and shutting it in a millisecond. He observed the room, and his gaze came upon a man at a desk, the very man he wanted to see. He walked up to the desk and stared down at the man. The man looked up and smiled warmly.
"Ah, I see you have made it," he said, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the brunette.
"Aye, I hath arrived indeed," the agitated brunette snarled, "but an ill mood accompanies me to thy manor."
"And what is disturbing you?" the man asked, taking off his reading glasses and readjusting himself in his chair.
"Thy daughter," the brunette snapped, "puts me in the ill mood I speak of. I can not look beyond her, though my hardest I give. Thy daughter hath driven me close to insanity's clutches."
"Maybe because you feel this attraction to her, she might be the one in the prophecy?" the man said, more like asked, the brunette.
"Perhaps, I know not, but why must I be intertwined in this burden of a prophecy?" he brunette asked, his voice rising slightly as his temper was getting the better of him. He walked toward the window and stopped, gazing out the glass into the night. "Disgust hath filled my thoughts at the mere mention of being betrothed to a mortal."
"Well, if it is part of the prophecy," the man said, shrugging his shoulders. The brunette averted his gaze from outside the window to the man, giving him a glare.
"This ill forsaken prophecy is a plague put upon me, let us proceed in arrangements as planned, so no sooner that I wed and fulfill the prophecy that I may be gone," the boy spat. He then turned his head back, gazing out the window once more.
"Okay," said the man, "Well, I already have your documents drawn up." He shuffled through the papers on his desk, looking for one in specific. Once he found the document, he stood up and crossed the study, stopping beside the teen. He handed the teen the paper, who took it and scanned the document.
"And this is?" the brunette asked.
"Your new identity," the man replied, turning around and walking back to his chair. As he sat down, the brunette scanned the document once more as he walked up to the man's desk.
"Jack Brewer?" the brunette asked, making sure he was reading his new identity right.
"Yes," the man nodded. The brunette thought about the name.
'I guess this will do for the time being,' the brunette thought, 'it is not that dreadful of a name.'
"I am pleased for now," the brunette confirmed, handing the document back to the man.
"Good to hear," the man said, reorganizing all of the papers again. He stood up and walked to his electronic safe, bending down to put in the combination.
"Hmm what was the combination again? No it's not that, let me try…" the brunette heard the man mutter to himself as he tried to remember the combination to his safe. The brunette rolled his eyes in annoyance, clearly impatient to how long this was taking. He walked up to the man and crouched beside him.
"If you will move aside," the brunette gestured, a little agitated. The man, a little confused, moved aside. The brunette put a hand on the front of the safe, concentrating on the lock with great intensity. His eyes turned from his normal chocolate color to a bright, acidic green. The man watched in amazement as the lock turned itself rapidly, stopping every now and then on a certain number. As soon as the lock landed on it's last number, the brunette removed his hand as the safe opened, his eyes fading back to their normal chocolate color.
"The combination was 15, 32, 24," the brunette said, standing up once again and withdrawing towards the door.
"Thanks," the man said, shoving the papers into the safe and closing it. He sighed and stood up, turning to face the teen. "Well, I guess that's it. Meet me here tomorrow morning so we could get you ready for your first day of school." The brunette rolled his eyes, but reluctantly nodded his head. He closed his eyes once again, and in the blink of an eye he was gone, as if he vanished into thin air.
The man sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He turned from where the brunette previously stood and walked back to his desk, sitting in his chair as he thought of the events that had taken place within the past few minutes.
The man sighed. "Well, Jack Brewer, welcome to the family."
End of chapter 3! Ok, time for explaining. First off, I get writer's block REALLY easily, well, not really writer's block, but I sort of procrastinate and not write it until I feel like in the mood to write it or get inspired or something…or when I think of something to write, so I don't know if you wanna call it writer's block or not, but that happens to me a lot. I've also been updating my other story, Can't Get You Out Of My Head, a lot because for some reason it is easier for me to write that story more than any other. Sorry for the delay. I have no idea how long it will be until I update any of my stories, so yeah. Please read, review, and tell me what you think!