Omniscience
It's been…2 minutes since I typed the previous chapter. I still own this…nothing changed.
It's hard to concentrate. It's General Elections right now in Jamaica, and there's enough noise here to make Heavy Metalcore music sound like butterflies flapping their wings. My head hurts so goddamn much.
So…much.
14.
Something, somewhat, somehow, everyone now knew.
"Yeah." Keith grumbled. "Probably overheard me at school. But they're rumors, that's all. So long as no one asks me, I'm fine."
Earlier that day, at around 10:00 a.m., Keith checked his social media, and discovered that he was all over it, as the year's Oracle. He had no idea who might have gotten that sliver of information, but the rumors were flying, flying, flying…
He plugged in the jack, put on the headphones, and turned up the volume on his phone, currently playing Alternative Rock songs. "Yeah. Can't listen to anyone."
He was now walking down the street to get to the library to see if he could find out any more on Oracles from hard information in books, rather than looking it up online. After all, Oracles had existed for as long as History itself. Why shouldn't be books on the subject?
He could feel the stares of his neighbors, his peers, his associates, people he saw and spoke to from time to time, single-instance acquaintances...
Enemies, school bullies, haters…
Everyone!
"Holy crap." He muttered. "I better hurry. I bet no one would really be in the library on a Saturday."
He felt as if he were being stalked. Glancing around, he didn't really see anyone. No. He saw a crowd coming after him. It was comical to watch them try to hide after they knew they were caught, but the Smith was not laughing. He beat feet, and for once glad that he was still in his parkour phase, although his family had tried to discourage him after he had gotten bad sprains in the past.
He inhaled deeply. Quickly recalling things in his mind, he then made the rapid adjustments to what he could.
He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt, jeans that were a bit torn at the knees, and crepe soles. Not ideal, but good. No dirt will show, and the torn jeans would at least allow 80% movement.
He rolled from his right shoulder from habit. So he placed his phone in his left hip pocket, library card right, kerchief in the back right. He shouldn't hurt himself or damage anything that way.
"He's running!"
"Don't lose him!"
The ground shook under his feet and knew they were now chasing him. He made off in a sprint and made right through the mall's parking lot. This, would separate boys from the girls, he thought. He quickly leapt up to the partition that separated vehicles and did a 'precision jump' from that one to the next one several feet away. From there, he strode along them as he gained momentum, and at the last one of the series, leapt at the eight-foot high wall, stood on it briefly and then leapt off as far as he could.
Rolling as he hit the ground the next side, he continued running. He knew that should discourage the girls and many boys, but when he glanced back, he could make out the forms of at least three boys, and one girl.
'Wow. A girl? She must be good at parkour, or something.' He didn't really know any girls like that. He continued on to the next barrier, and in an effort to keep speed, 'Kong' vaulted over it, tucking his knees in between his arms. He was prepared for the small surprise drop behind it, and continued. He was almost at the library after more sprinting.
He was fast approaching a corner of a wall…that was four meters tall. By now, he only heard two sets of footsteps behind him. He mentally recalled Cynthia's warning that the persons would be persistent, but these people were dauntless.
He strafed a little to the corner, and turned to it as he continued sprinting at it.
He jumped up to the right wall with his left foot, then pushed off with his right foot. He knew that this took plenty of practice, and he had had a lot of practice and fails under his belt. He was experienced.
As he was now leaping off to the forward wall, placed his left foot driving upwards while pulling himself on it like a cat using his fingertips and frantic 'steps' on the wall, and finally caught hold at the top with one hand. Grasping with his other, he then brought up his legs underneath him, pulled himself up and stood on the wall.
It was grass below him. He acknowledged that as he leapt forward off the wall, and as his toes touched the ground, leapt off that as hard as he could and rolled over the lateral side of his arm. Quickly following through diagonally over his back, he came back up and panted. He made it. The library was just over there at the end of this grass patch.
He quickly jogged over to the entrance and opened one of the double doors. He smiled as he realized that he had won.
Until he realized that he walked right into the exiting Jenna, the very well-informed, pretty, smart, 'girl of his dreams'.
The very one, who's name was synonymous with the word 'persistence.'
'Shit.'
And that's that. I thought that I might put some fast romance in the fic too, so…yeah. Didn't feel like doing it with Lisa. Also…yeah…I'm a parkour enthusiast. It's obvious in ALL my stories.
UGH! Who's blowing that goddamn horn outside?! SHUT THE HELL UP! DAMN-IT-ALL!
Valete omnes,
MRAY 4TW.