11:30am
EVANS' HOUSE
Henry walked outside of his bedroom, holding the trumpet. He went into the kitchen for a glass of water. He saw Connie and Susan eating lunch.
Connie saw the object he was holding. "Hey, where'd you get that trumpet?"
Henry said, "None of your business..it's mine."
Susan shook her head. "Now, Henry. You shouldn't tease her. But where did you get it? It seems to be in good condition."
Henry shrugged. "I just found it in a field somewhere. Where's Mark?"
Susan replied, "He left. He had to see Alice today."
"Oh..ok. I'll just go in my shed."
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Henry was in his shed, looking for a hiding place. "Hmm, where should I put this?" He blew on it to test it.
A blanket on the floor immediately caught on fire.
"Whoa, stop!" He stomped on it, putting it out. "Wait a second. I blew into this, then something burned. I should test it some more."
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The boy was in front of an abandoned auto factory, where he and Mark recently threw rocks at the windows. There were still plenty of colored windows left. "Okay. Here goes." He put his fingers on the third button and blew into the mouthpiece.
A lightning bolt flashed, hitting a tree, splitting it in two.
"Holy..." He put his finger on the first and second button and blew again.
As the sound came out, all the windows broke, the shards blowing
outward in an explosion of glass.
Henry ducked out of the way to avoid them. "Very..very wierd. This is one HELL of a trumpet!"
A voice behind him hissed, "Interesting choice of words, considering where you're headed."
"What?!" Jolted, he quickly turned around.
There was a man dressed in all black, sitting on a rock. He had a short beard, with sandy brown hair past his neck. "Hi, Henry."
Henry stepped back. "Who, who are you?"
"Someone who admires your work."
"My work? What do you mean?"
"Your hobby. Death. Hurting people. Murder..which you are not a stranger to." He smiled and said with sarcasm, "Little Richie Evans made the mistake of playing with your rubber duckie in the bathtub, which you keep hidden in a hat..which is in your shed. Come now, child. Aren't you a bit OLD for baby toys?"
"How do you-"
"I know many things. I know what you've done. And I just want to say I admire it, your ingenuity. That trump is special. I'd return it if I were you."
"Oh, well...thanks? You didn't say who you are!"
"I have many names. You can call me Morningstar, Dr. Feel-Bad. But I must warn you to be careful. Take a break. You have a whole lifetime of destruction to do. Don't rush into it..take your time. I know you're good at it, but even the worst dictator can fail from time to time. I've seen this. Be patient. Take a break or you'll come to a quick end. Then, everyone will know what you really are."
Henry walked away angrily. "You can't tell me what to do!!"
The strange man called after him, "Fine! Go. Just remember, when you die..you will be *mine*!!"
"Now, wait a darn-" That took the cake. Henry turned back. "Huh, where are you, punk?!" The man was nowhere to be seen. All Henry could hear was faint laughter around him. "Hmph. Very funny."
EVANS' HOUSE
Henry walked outside of his bedroom, holding the trumpet. He went into the kitchen for a glass of water. He saw Connie and Susan eating lunch.
Connie saw the object he was holding. "Hey, where'd you get that trumpet?"
Henry said, "None of your business..it's mine."
Susan shook her head. "Now, Henry. You shouldn't tease her. But where did you get it? It seems to be in good condition."
Henry shrugged. "I just found it in a field somewhere. Where's Mark?"
Susan replied, "He left. He had to see Alice today."
"Oh..ok. I'll just go in my shed."
*****************************************
Henry was in his shed, looking for a hiding place. "Hmm, where should I put this?" He blew on it to test it.
A blanket on the floor immediately caught on fire.
"Whoa, stop!" He stomped on it, putting it out. "Wait a second. I blew into this, then something burned. I should test it some more."
*****************************************
The boy was in front of an abandoned auto factory, where he and Mark recently threw rocks at the windows. There were still plenty of colored windows left. "Okay. Here goes." He put his fingers on the third button and blew into the mouthpiece.
A lightning bolt flashed, hitting a tree, splitting it in two.
"Holy..." He put his finger on the first and second button and blew again.
As the sound came out, all the windows broke, the shards blowing
outward in an explosion of glass.
Henry ducked out of the way to avoid them. "Very..very wierd. This is one HELL of a trumpet!"
A voice behind him hissed, "Interesting choice of words, considering where you're headed."
"What?!" Jolted, he quickly turned around.
There was a man dressed in all black, sitting on a rock. He had a short beard, with sandy brown hair past his neck. "Hi, Henry."
Henry stepped back. "Who, who are you?"
"Someone who admires your work."
"My work? What do you mean?"
"Your hobby. Death. Hurting people. Murder..which you are not a stranger to." He smiled and said with sarcasm, "Little Richie Evans made the mistake of playing with your rubber duckie in the bathtub, which you keep hidden in a hat..which is in your shed. Come now, child. Aren't you a bit OLD for baby toys?"
"How do you-"
"I know many things. I know what you've done. And I just want to say I admire it, your ingenuity. That trump is special. I'd return it if I were you."
"Oh, well...thanks? You didn't say who you are!"
"I have many names. You can call me Morningstar, Dr. Feel-Bad. But I must warn you to be careful. Take a break. You have a whole lifetime of destruction to do. Don't rush into it..take your time. I know you're good at it, but even the worst dictator can fail from time to time. I've seen this. Be patient. Take a break or you'll come to a quick end. Then, everyone will know what you really are."
Henry walked away angrily. "You can't tell me what to do!!"
The strange man called after him, "Fine! Go. Just remember, when you die..you will be *mine*!!"
"Now, wait a darn-" That took the cake. Henry turned back. "Huh, where are you, punk?!" The man was nowhere to be seen. All Henry could hear was faint laughter around him. "Hmph. Very funny."
