Chapter 1
He was striding down an alleyway pissed. The teenage man's mind whirled around and around his good-for-nothing family! They claimed to help him however they just wanted to keep him around as a trophy, a "Look our son is on the A honor roll and is so smart." Jacob kicked a stone down the road as he kept walking his mind latching back on the argument. He wanted to go to college and become an author, but for his parents, that wasn't good enough. They demanded that he work harder and be better. "No son of ours is going to work in some metal shop for the rest of his life." The worst part is that he would bend as he always did, he would bend to their whims and be trapped. The story of his life, he wanted something but he would be pushed away from it. "Art is a waste of your time and mind" "Writing won't get you anywhere except poor and on the street" and he always just nodded, bowed his head, and said, "Alright I'll do something else." Jacob collapsed onto the alley wall, put his head in his hand, and let out a broken sob. He could see what would happen. He would go back home nod and agree as his life was pulled further and further out of control until he danced to the whims of his parents. As he sat there he felt something looming far above him two beings impossibly huge and of non-existent geometry broke apart and a chunk of one of them fell and slammed into Jacob's psych pushing it apart and slotting something new in.
Jacob blinked as he pushed himself back into a sitting position as he felt something shift in around him he opened his mouth and spoke a melodious and entirely unlike his voice spilled out
"So this is mighty strange one minute I was talking to a town and the next I'm in some chucklefucks head"
Jacob grasped at his throat as he stood up and looked around before speaking again, his voice slightly different from his own, it was deeper, more powerful, more like how he wanted it.
"Who are you and why are you in my head"
The voice seemed to mentally shrug
"Hell if I know but this should be interesting"
The voice stated this time in his mind, Jacob now reeling less understood what that faint feeling was in his head beside the voice. It was a sound he snapped his fingers and focused on the Sound his fingers made as they rubbed against each other and twisted it. Instead of a snapping noise, the sound of a chuckle rang out in the alleyway.
"Not bad, a simple trick but well everybody has to start somewhere."
The voice complemented,
"Do you have a name or will I have to keep calling you the voice?"
Jacob asked out loud, shifting his voice several times in that question from an old man's to a young girl.
"Oh, you can call me Screamer, I was the vocal talent, my group, back in the day"
Jacob froze for a second, he could have sworn he had heard that name somewhere but shrugged it off.
"Ok, well it's a pleasure to meet you Screamer."
"Oh, I assure you the pleasure is all mine."
Screamer's velvet-smooth voice purred in his head, Jacob then stood up revealing it was quite late and that he should head home now. As he was walking he focused on the Sound of Brockton around him the chirping of crickets, the footfalls of people, and the honking of cars. He could feel it and he twisted it here and there, a footstep two blocks over a wet plop sound instead of the sound of the foot on concrete, a person's voice cracked suddenly across the street as he simply took in the Sound around him.
"It's beautiful is it not?"
Screamer's voice started sounding slightly melancholic for a moment before it was brushed aside by her useful smooth tone.
"Indeed it is beautiful"
Jacob replied under his breath as he neared the place he called home, a nice two-story house in the nicer part of the neighborhood bought by a pair of well-off parents. As Jacob carefully unlocked the door using his newfound powers to silence the clicking of the lock and the creaking of the door as he slowly pushed it open. Thankfully the house was dark as he snuck up to his room avoiding the creaky steep out of habit. Soon he was clothed in his bedtime attire and slipped into bed. However right before Morpheus took him away he felt something new ratchet into place in his mind.
"Hello?"
A young girl's voice sounded out as Jacob was dragged under into blissful darkness.
Jacob blinked as he awoke staring up at the sun, arms out splayed, to his right was a girl around 12-13 with platinum white hair and a faint dreamy expression on her face. To his left was a woman with a shaved head except for a mohawk and dressed in clothes that he could only describe as "punk". The woman looked at him over at the other girl then back to him.
"Sooo"
She dragged the word out in a family voice
"Screamer?"
Jacob asked sitting up
"The one and only, mind explaining where we are?"
She asked a voice curling up his spine and into his mind, the other girl sat up and opened her mouth.
"We are in the Field"
The girl stated in an airy and prepubescent voice her eyes still locked on some point over Jacob's shoulder.
"I see"
Screamer drew out hesitantly
Jacob stood up and clapped his hands
"Well now use dwelling on that, what is your name, little miss?"
He asked looking over at the girl
"Labyrinth"
She stated eyes gaining a bit of focus
"Well, it's nice to meet you Labyrinth."
He said inclining his head at the mostly still form of the girl. Jacob sat back down on the grass feeling it through his fingers as he thought over the day that had happened. At some point, Screamer wandered off and Labyrinth leaned up against Jacob and started to snore softly. Jacob chuckled and ran his hands through the girl's hair as he leaned back and closed his eyes for the second time as sleep overtook him.
