Well, I have written Chapter 4. Sorry for delays and short chapters,
this story can be so difficult sometimes...
Isaac: ::in red "Because you're trying not to be TOO mean?"::
No, I just don't want to give away the entire plot yet.
Isaac: ::in blue "oh."::
Yup. Anywho, I dedicate this chapter to...everyone that reviewed the
last chapter. Here we go!
Chapter 4
"I don't believe in destiny."
The girl ignored him. Isaac watched her for a while, before
shaking his head. That had been STRANGE.
*Every day gets just a little weirder around here.*
He decided not to go to class. It was his last hour anyway, and
the bell had rung a LONG time ago.
The attendance office needed more excuses. Sick, Vacation,
Funeral, and Near Death Experience at the Hands of Stupid Thugs.
The best option was to leave quickly. The principal wasn't
exactly kind when it came to truancy. He headed for the nearest door and
walked out into the fresh air.
A steady stream of water was falling from an overcast sky,
quickly soaking his wild hair, causing it to fall around his face. The
shabby apartment he called "home" wasn't far from the school, but in this
down pour he was almost ready to let Garet give him a ride.
*******
The rain was falling hard, causing a steady beat against the car
roof, the windshield wipers working furiously to cast aside great amounts
of water.
Isaac shook his head for the second time that day, this time more
violently, sending sprays of water in every direction.
**Okay, THAT was different,* he thought, turning the corner on
5th street.
"I'm proud of you, son," Kyle didn't look at the blonde boy in
the front seat, he was too busy peering at the rain drenched road ahead.
*******
"Thanks, Dad," Isaac grinned.
"It's really coming down out there," Kyle muttered, pulling to a
stop. "We'll be home soon."
********
"No, no," Isaac muttered, not caring if anyone heard him. No one
would, who in their right mind walked in weather like this? He gazed at
the slate grey sky, desperately hoping the rain could wash everything
away.
********
"Dad, the light's green," Isaac announced.
"Hmm?" Kyle looked up. "Oh, it is."
He put his foot down on the accelerator, the car rumbled and
started forward.
********
"I don't want to think about it," Isaac had stopped wondering if
the water on his face was the rain or not. "I don't want to…I don't want
to."
"Hey, kid!"
"I don't."
"KID!"
"Huh?" Isaac turned, his thoughts broken. A motorcycle had
pulled up next to him, blue and sliver in color. The person sitting
astride the contraption was dressed in black leathers and a black helmet.
The visor was up, two blue eyes peering through the gap.
"Hey, kid, you alright?" there was concern in those blue eyes.
"I...I'm fine," Isaac replied shakily, putting one hand through his
wet hair.
"Need a ride?" the driver asked.
"N-no. I'm fine," Isaac began to go his own way again.
Until the driver's next words stopped him in his tracks. "They
call you Nameless."
"Oh please," he muttered under his breath, turning back to the
driver. The helmet was in his hands now, revealing a man that had to be
older than him, with long blue hair tied back in a pony tail.
"I thought so," he said, nodding.
"Can't all of you weirdos get lives, or something?" Isaac asked,
his memories forgotten. The man didn't answer, so he turned and stalked
off.
*******
He flipped open his cell phone and pushed speed dial.
"Hey, this is Alex," he said. "Yeah, I found him. Looks like
I've got my work cut out for me. Alright, I'll see you there."
*******
"Isaac?" Dora asked when the door opened. Indeed, her teenage
son entered the room. "What are you doing home so early?"
"Decided to cut fifth period," Isaac shrugged. "I'm kind of
beat."
"How was your day?"
*Well, let's see...freaks and weirdos following me around, people
are out to murder me, and apparently I'm going to fail English and I don't
care. My day was great, Mom. How was yours?*
"Average," Isaac said instead.
"Oh, that's good," Dora smiled. She went to the kitchen sink and
began doing the dishes from her lunch.
Isaac slipped off his wet sweatshirt, he was relatively dry underneath,
and threw it in one corner before sitting on the couch to remove his very
wet shoes and socks.
"Y'know," he paused in trying to untangle a wet knot on his
shoes. "It was raining when Dad died."
The devastating sound of glass shattering on the hard floor.
Isaac looked up. His mother had dropped the plate she had been
drying. The towel was still clutched in her hand, and she was looking at
him, but she didn't appear to see him.
"Mom?" he asked. "Mom?"
"I'm...I'm sorry, sweetheart," she managed to smile, bending down
to pick up the shards of glass. "I...I'm alright."
"Two for Jupiter, One for Mars, One for Venus, Two for Mercury."
Alex turned around. Mia was standing there, her arms folded.
Sheba was standing next to her, shaking water from the jacket she had
been wearing. They were in a small convenience store on the corner. No
one asked questions there, and hardly anyone did their shopping during
the daylight hours.
Particularly in the rain.
"Two for every clan," Alex shook his head. "God, I hope these
prophecies are right."
"They're right," Sheba affirmed. "We know that they are, we've
seen them at work."
"Destiny will blot out the stars in the sky, and He will bring
them back," Alex seemed to be quoting. "Well, unless you count cloud
cover, I don't see how even Destiny can blot the stars from the sky."
"It COULD mean something else," Sheba glared at him. "And we've
already seen the moon turn red."
"And I'm guessing we'll be seeing an unscheduled eclipse soon,"
Mia cut Sheba off. Normally Sheba was VERY level headed, but not when
Alex questioned the prophecies she had spent the majority of her life
working towards. "Alex, we CAN'T deny the signs. The prophecies are
true, and we've already found most of the Adepts."
"Public place, Mia," Sheba reminded her. "Anyone could hear
you."
"Not even the store clerk is here," Mia pointed out.
"Ah, but remember the famous quote," Alex waved a finger in her
face. "'Even the walls have ears'."
Okay, not too long, but it's longer than the last chapter! I apologize
for that, by the way. I had NO idea it was that short...
Isaac: ::in orange "Yes you did!"::
Did not.
Isaac: ::in black "did too!"::
This could go on all day.
Isaac: ::in grey "Isn't it grand?"::
No. Alright, review or you'll never see another chapter of this again.
this story can be so difficult sometimes...
Isaac: ::in red "Because you're trying not to be TOO mean?"::
No, I just don't want to give away the entire plot yet.
Isaac: ::in blue "oh."::
Yup. Anywho, I dedicate this chapter to...everyone that reviewed the
last chapter. Here we go!
Chapter 4
"I don't believe in destiny."
The girl ignored him. Isaac watched her for a while, before
shaking his head. That had been STRANGE.
*Every day gets just a little weirder around here.*
He decided not to go to class. It was his last hour anyway, and
the bell had rung a LONG time ago.
The attendance office needed more excuses. Sick, Vacation,
Funeral, and Near Death Experience at the Hands of Stupid Thugs.
The best option was to leave quickly. The principal wasn't
exactly kind when it came to truancy. He headed for the nearest door and
walked out into the fresh air.
A steady stream of water was falling from an overcast sky,
quickly soaking his wild hair, causing it to fall around his face. The
shabby apartment he called "home" wasn't far from the school, but in this
down pour he was almost ready to let Garet give him a ride.
*******
The rain was falling hard, causing a steady beat against the car
roof, the windshield wipers working furiously to cast aside great amounts
of water.
Isaac shook his head for the second time that day, this time more
violently, sending sprays of water in every direction.
**Okay, THAT was different,* he thought, turning the corner on
5th street.
"I'm proud of you, son," Kyle didn't look at the blonde boy in
the front seat, he was too busy peering at the rain drenched road ahead.
*******
"Thanks, Dad," Isaac grinned.
"It's really coming down out there," Kyle muttered, pulling to a
stop. "We'll be home soon."
********
"No, no," Isaac muttered, not caring if anyone heard him. No one
would, who in their right mind walked in weather like this? He gazed at
the slate grey sky, desperately hoping the rain could wash everything
away.
********
"Dad, the light's green," Isaac announced.
"Hmm?" Kyle looked up. "Oh, it is."
He put his foot down on the accelerator, the car rumbled and
started forward.
********
"I don't want to think about it," Isaac had stopped wondering if
the water on his face was the rain or not. "I don't want to…I don't want
to."
"Hey, kid!"
"I don't."
"KID!"
"Huh?" Isaac turned, his thoughts broken. A motorcycle had
pulled up next to him, blue and sliver in color. The person sitting
astride the contraption was dressed in black leathers and a black helmet.
The visor was up, two blue eyes peering through the gap.
"Hey, kid, you alright?" there was concern in those blue eyes.
"I...I'm fine," Isaac replied shakily, putting one hand through his
wet hair.
"Need a ride?" the driver asked.
"N-no. I'm fine," Isaac began to go his own way again.
Until the driver's next words stopped him in his tracks. "They
call you Nameless."
"Oh please," he muttered under his breath, turning back to the
driver. The helmet was in his hands now, revealing a man that had to be
older than him, with long blue hair tied back in a pony tail.
"I thought so," he said, nodding.
"Can't all of you weirdos get lives, or something?" Isaac asked,
his memories forgotten. The man didn't answer, so he turned and stalked
off.
*******
He flipped open his cell phone and pushed speed dial.
"Hey, this is Alex," he said. "Yeah, I found him. Looks like
I've got my work cut out for me. Alright, I'll see you there."
*******
"Isaac?" Dora asked when the door opened. Indeed, her teenage
son entered the room. "What are you doing home so early?"
"Decided to cut fifth period," Isaac shrugged. "I'm kind of
beat."
"How was your day?"
*Well, let's see...freaks and weirdos following me around, people
are out to murder me, and apparently I'm going to fail English and I don't
care. My day was great, Mom. How was yours?*
"Average," Isaac said instead.
"Oh, that's good," Dora smiled. She went to the kitchen sink and
began doing the dishes from her lunch.
Isaac slipped off his wet sweatshirt, he was relatively dry underneath,
and threw it in one corner before sitting on the couch to remove his very
wet shoes and socks.
"Y'know," he paused in trying to untangle a wet knot on his
shoes. "It was raining when Dad died."
The devastating sound of glass shattering on the hard floor.
Isaac looked up. His mother had dropped the plate she had been
drying. The towel was still clutched in her hand, and she was looking at
him, but she didn't appear to see him.
"Mom?" he asked. "Mom?"
"I'm...I'm sorry, sweetheart," she managed to smile, bending down
to pick up the shards of glass. "I...I'm alright."
"Two for Jupiter, One for Mars, One for Venus, Two for Mercury."
Alex turned around. Mia was standing there, her arms folded.
Sheba was standing next to her, shaking water from the jacket she had
been wearing. They were in a small convenience store on the corner. No
one asked questions there, and hardly anyone did their shopping during
the daylight hours.
Particularly in the rain.
"Two for every clan," Alex shook his head. "God, I hope these
prophecies are right."
"They're right," Sheba affirmed. "We know that they are, we've
seen them at work."
"Destiny will blot out the stars in the sky, and He will bring
them back," Alex seemed to be quoting. "Well, unless you count cloud
cover, I don't see how even Destiny can blot the stars from the sky."
"It COULD mean something else," Sheba glared at him. "And we've
already seen the moon turn red."
"And I'm guessing we'll be seeing an unscheduled eclipse soon,"
Mia cut Sheba off. Normally Sheba was VERY level headed, but not when
Alex questioned the prophecies she had spent the majority of her life
working towards. "Alex, we CAN'T deny the signs. The prophecies are
true, and we've already found most of the Adepts."
"Public place, Mia," Sheba reminded her. "Anyone could hear
you."
"Not even the store clerk is here," Mia pointed out.
"Ah, but remember the famous quote," Alex waved a finger in her
face. "'Even the walls have ears'."
Okay, not too long, but it's longer than the last chapter! I apologize
for that, by the way. I had NO idea it was that short...
Isaac: ::in orange "Yes you did!"::
Did not.
Isaac: ::in black "did too!"::
This could go on all day.
Isaac: ::in grey "Isn't it grand?"::
No. Alright, review or you'll never see another chapter of this again.