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Note: um...this isn't really important, just that I forgot to actually FIX this chappy up so some parts are corny lol enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Five: Summer
"Hi there!"
Calvin looked to the direction of the caller while Brian groaned miserably. "Oh, hi," the blond said to Mallory who was walking over moving her hips in a suggestive manner.
"New neighbor?" she asked, standing in front of Brian who glared at her.
"Yeah," he took a step back, he hadn't been that close to a girl before and he didn't really like it. "My name's Calvin Jacobs."
"Really? I moved here too, I'm Mallory," she batted her eyes lashes; Calvin caught Brian gagging behind her and laughed lightly. "What's funny?" Mallory asked turning around to face Brian, "oh, Brian, didn't see you there, why don't you run along and help Aunt Clare with the boxes, she says you were supposed to help."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," he walked off, 'looks like Calvin's a weakling for Mallory's suggestions, what a sap.'
"Wait, Brian, I'll help out."
"Eh?" he turned around and almost slammed into Calvin. He looked past him and could see his cousin looking a little miffed at being turned down so quickly. "Uh, sure."
Once they reached the truck the blond burst out laughing. "Who was that!?"
"My cousin," Brian said in dramatic sadness, "she's a whore!"
"She's your cousin?" Calvin looked over at the girl who was talking to his mother. "Are you sure you're both related?"
"Doubt it, I'm beginning to believe I'm adopted," Brian shrugged, "if I AM related to Mallory then someone had better shoot me," he grinned sheepishly when Calvin laughed at his small joke. "So, what do you think of her?"
"She's kind of creepy," Calvin lifted a box full of dishes, "why does she act that way?"
"Because she's spoiled," Brian lifted a box of books and walked with Calvin out of the truck, "she thinks she can get whatever she wants, what's worse is that she'll be going to our school."
"Our school?" the blond blinked, they entered the house and they set down the boxes.
"Yeah, mum said we'll be going to the same school together," they walked back to the truck.
"Oh, cool...that Mallory girl's gonna be there too!?" he almost dropped the box of pots and pans.
"Yeah, but lucky for us, the girls dorms are on the other side of the building," the raven head said cheerfully.
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A headless body fell on the concrete ground, seconds followed by the head of a woman, eyes and mouth frozen open in her last movement of life. Her be-header walked past her decapitated body like he had with the rest of his victims.
Through his ruthless killing he did not find what he was looking for. "Not on this land," he spoke to himself, frowning in disgust at how modernized the world had become since he last saw it, "perhaps they're at the southern regions," he smirked a little.
Suddenly there came the sounds of helicopters and sirens. To the strange assassinator they sounded like loud flies and a thousand singing creatures. He eyed his surroundings calmly, waiting for the sounds to get closer.
Hundreds of police cars screeched to a stop, surrounding him in a circle, overhead hovered helicopters with the word Police printed on the sides in big blue letters.
"You are under arrest," said the magnified voice of an officer, "put your hands over your head!"
"Arrest?" he cocked his head to the side, his expression very blank, "are you the keeper of the law?"
"I said hands over your head!"
The dark dressed figure smirked, he raised his hands over his head but caused something more than that.
The windows to the buildings exploded, every shard floated in mid-air, twirling and stopping with their sharpest edges pointing down. The killer twitched his index fingers and the shards of glass shot down, piercing deeply into all of the policemen.
"FIRE!" shouted the officer, trying to shield himself from the raining glass.
Obeying their orders the policemen fired, bullets shooting towards the killer. "Pathetic," he murmured, putting down his hands. The bullets froze and reversed, going back to their shooters and hitting them.
The man turned and walked away from the wreck of death he made. "Yes, the southern lands would be a good hideout for them," once he reached the road that went on to a different state, the city that he just left exploded in flames.
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The days were getting closer to going back to school and Brian was only half complaining. Archie may have left the country but Calvin's company was soothing the absence of his best friend. Mallory's presence only dampened Brian's enthusiasm to go back to school.
"Why are you so interested in being an actor anyway?" the raven head asked as he strummed lazily on his guitar. He and Calvin were spending the afternoon in his room, mainly because it had better air conditioning in the house and it was also because Mallory wasn't aloud in his room anymore.
"Dunno," Calvin shrugged as he sucked lightly on a cherry flavored ice stick, "I guess it's just this feeling I always get."
"What feeling?" the emerald eyed boy raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the fact that he liked the way his friend was sucking on his ice stick.
"Just a weird feeling," he shrugged again, "like I can be the exact opposite."
"And opposite would be?"
"An arrogant little snob," he laughed a little, finishing his ice pop. Brian laughed too.
"Try it," he stopped playing his guitar and watched like an audience as Calvin stood up and cleared his throat.
"Nice clothes," the blond sneered, "did your whole family go poor just to buy it for you?" Brian laughed lightly, "see this?" he gestured to his own clothing, "the finest leather in the world, that only I can afford," he held his head high, looking very proud and snotty.
"That was good," Brian said cheerfully, "you'd make a good actor."
Calvin blushed lightly and sat back down. Just as he did so he felt a stinging tug at the right of his head. "Ow..." he gently touched the spot.
He droned on about how rich he was to a red haired boy. Just to get him angry and upset. Something he didn't want to do...but he had to, or he'd risk getting in trouble again. "Shut your face, Malfoy," the red haired boy said angrily.
"Malfoy?" the blond barely whispered. That word sounded familiar for some reason.
"What's a Malfoy?" Brian looked at him curiously, "Calvin?" said boy jumped out of his thoughts and looked at him, "you ok?"
"Yeah, just a little headache," he said softly, lightly placing his hand to where the pain had started, "maybe it was the ice pop."
"Ok then...so why'd you say Malfoy?"
"Nothing I just had some weird vision," he put down his hand from his head.
"And the vision was what?"
"I dunno," he shrugged, "but there was this red haired guy in it, I think I was insulting him then he called me Malfoy," he frowned.
Brian blinked then laughed. "Right, ok, too much icies for you."
"Right..."
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A young, thin servant walked urgently down the luxurious hallway, ignoring the detailed paintings of angels and nature on the walls and glass curved ceiling. He had only one thing in mind, to get the two people, walking just as quickly behind him, to the Father of Nature.
Deverick and Agredartha glanced at each other; they too ignored the beautiful decorations painting the halls, for they have seen it many times before.
The servant stopped at the end of the hall to two large golden doors with the decoration of vines surrounding the sides along with the random emerald embroidered on a leaf.
The young man opened the doors and walked on to an even more enchanting room. There were fountains of flowers, waterfalls and people scattered around the large room.
Ahead in the room sat a man with large clothes of green, he was lightly jeweled, a single necklace hung around his skinny neck, this was the only jewel of importance to him. The pendent that hung on the thin silver chain was an emerald in the shape of a square. It represented who he was and the person he watched over.
His chair was made of wood but it looked more like branches shaped into various shapes of plant life, but it was still, all together, in the shape of a royal chair that only he and his heirs could sit on.
The room didn't look like a room at all, more like a calm forest with the sun shining in like it does in a real forest. The lack of deer's and foxes was the only proof that it wasn't real.
"You're Highness," the servant bowed, "Lady Agredartha and Lord Deverick have arrived."
"Thank you, Jole," the man sitting on the chair nodded kindly, "could you please leave us, and make sure no one is to intrude."
Jole bowed again and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind Agredartha and Deverick.
"Good afternoon," the man noticed his companions' serious expressions, "or bad afternoon?"
"Try worse afternoon," Deverick said, taking off his cloak, once he let it go it vanished. Agradartha did the same thing, "there's been a killing in America."
"So the rumors are true," the man said gravely.
Agredartha nodded, "and the ones we have chosen have had their memories modified."
"I know. Should we take them in? Train them?"
"Now, Nevandor, that move seems a little harsh, especially with their minds brought into a simpler world," frowned Agredartha, "is your chosen one not ready yet?"
Nevandor sighed and rested an elbow on the armrest of the chair while he covered his face with his hand. "He is still much too young, only twelve years old, I can't have him fighting someone like Lefryn, even if my heir is stronger than Lefryn, I can't force him to a thing like this, he doesn't have the bravery that he will achieve in his adolescent years."
"The other elements," Deverick sighed, "have said the same thing," he crossed his arms, "the ones you and they have chosen are far too young to enter battle."
"What are your heirs doing now?"
The two visiters looked at their necklaces that were just like Nevandor's except that Agredartha's was black and Deverick's was white.
Once they made eye contact with the jewel, instead of a crystal staring back, there were visions of their heirs. They smiled warmly when they saw what they were doing.
"They're getting packed for school," Deverick looked back at Nevandor.
"Are you sure they haven't gotten any kind of flashback of their past life?" the Father of Nature asked, nearly begging.
"Sometimes," Agredartha sighed, "but they ignore it immediately."
"You'll have to guide them, gradually tell them the truth, but you must keep their growing bond strong, that's all I can help you with, I'm sorry," he gave them an apologetic smile.
"But we can't force them into this battle," Deverick protested, "it's not in our nature."
"We aren't forcing them, we're helping them."
-
"Well, that's the last of it, hopefully," Calvin said, closing his suitcase.
"I never knew how organized you were," Brian laughed, sitting down on the blonds bed, "well I did, but not about the packing part. I packed fewer things than you but you still have more space in your suitcase than I do, and it's not because of the size of the suitcases."
"I have plain clothes, yours have either chains or rips, it was bound to take up more space," he sat on his suitcase, "I'm not ready for school yet."
"Still need more packing?"
"No, I'm nervous," he laughed a little, "it's a new school and I don't know anyone except you. I've only seen pictures of the school but I don't really know what it's like."
"You'll be ok, it's a good school, mostly silent in the day, and you'll be with me so you won't be lost," Brian smiled.
"Mostly silent in the day?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, at night some of my friends usually tend to be very loud when they play pranks on people."
"Oh...kay..." he silently hoped he wouldn't get pranked on, especially since he would be the new kid, he almost missed his old school, "I'd better go to sleep," he looked at his watch which read eleven forty-five, "or else I'll sleep over the whole morning tomorrow."
"Oh, well, goodnight then," he walked out of the bedroom.
Calvin looked out the window as his friend left through the front door to his own home, "goodnight," he whispered.
He still couldn't drop the nagging feeling that he'd known Brian far longer than just this whole summer.
well....yeah...kinda corny on the lil acting seen (sweatdrop) review please!