Sorry for skipping yesterday! I decided to not do the next chapter. Why is still unknown.
Anyways, here is the third installment of The Only Son
Odie continued to show me around the mansion. I was still boggled about that picture. What happened to my dad that was so horrible that he didn't tell me? My curiosity told me that I should try and learn about it. Another part of me told me that some things are best left unknown. It was like having a devil and an angel on my shoulders. Swapping again and again.
Odie led me into a room in the basement with thick walls. Inside was a drumset, bass collection, guitar collection and some serious amps.
"I had this made a few days ago." Odie said, "Your dad told me about your little hobby so I felt that you might need something to get him off of your mind."
My mind was blown. I had only been playing bass for a few years now, but this huge collection of thunderbirds, les pauls, fenders, were stunning. They made my cheap and cheerful ibanez look like a dogs chew toy. I used to be in a band in grade 8, but I left once I started highschool because the lead guitarist had too much of an ego and didn't care much about the others. So I quit. I knew my buddy Sean, an Irish immigrant who moved a few years ago, had some decent guitar skills. I decided I should have him over here. He would literally jizz his pants.
I didn't hesitate to grab a fender bass from the rack, plug it in, crank the volume and start jamming. Odie himself actually sat down on the frums.
"You play the drums?" I asked.
Odie chuckled, "I was in a band in university. we didn't get far. We didn't plan to." He started a beat that everyone on the planet should know.
Dani California by Red Hot Chili peppers. A classic. We spent a good hour jamming to some older songs like the Killers, Kings of Leon and of course, Green day. odie didn't know much in the way of newer music but hey. Most adults don't.
We spent the rest of the night relaxing. Odie cooked up an awesome stir fry with rice. Rice was and still is my favourite food. Goes with anything.
As we sat at the grand dining table, Odie said;
"You know, I understand if you don't go to school tomorrow. I know how hard it is for you at the moment."
I pondered for a bit. I was still distraught about my dad. Who wouldn't. But I had missed two days of school and I was getting beg=hind. Besides, the first practice of the rugby season was tomorrow.
"Don't worry. I'll go." I replied. He simply smiled and continued eating.
I woke up early for school. Odie told me he would drive me but I insisted on biking. I needed fresh air and the school was pretty near the mansion. Just a few blocks.
I went to a public school named Craigleith High. It had about 1200 students. Being Toronto, there were countless different cultures and racial origins. My grandmother was greek, but besides that, my family was generally Canadianized.
As I walked through the hallways. I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Herry!" It was Sean. The immigrant I mentioned before. He had a thick Dublin accent and was a bit obnoxious. Brown hair with a chiseled chin. A bit of a stoner too. But he was still a fun guy to hang out with. 'So where you been te past two days ya mad bastard?" He sounded so enthusiastic. I did disappear without telling anyone what actually happened. I haven't been on facebook or checked my texts in while.
'Uh, my dad died." The enthusiasm from his voice disappeared instantly. He barely visible eyes became very sincere.
"I'm so sorry man. I didn't know." He spoke quietly. He thought he hurt my feelings.
"Its alright man. Please. Help me get my mind off of it." he did that quite well. He rambled on about how he was pumped for the first season practice and how he was ready to deck some kids. It worked like a charm. We talked all the way to our homeroom which we both had. I was a bit late but our History teacher didn't really care. He was informed on what I had been through and didn't talk about it.
We were studying history of the 21st Century. Today we were learning about the Battle of New Olympia.
"Experts believe that the attack was by an extraterrestrial army. It was humanity's first and last encounter with such beings. Skeptists believe that they will come back again to exact revenge on their fallen comrades. The battle occurred on the night of the 19th to the 20th of October, 2011. While the military was involved, the majority of human resistance was The New Olympia Resistance, a band of the people of New Olympia who dedicated themselves to fight for their land. They were in a sense, freedom fighters. Their leader, rumours say was only a teenager but of great skill and power. The authorities agreed to keep him or her, anonymous to keep themselves from the press. It was also said that this leader was followed by six loyal classmates with unusual capabilities. Nowadays, they live among us as normal people like you and I."
That was the most interesting history class ever. I had written down every detail. Not because of the story, but of this teenage leader. My dad told me he lived in New Olympia during high school. There may have been a connection between this and my dad. Maybe Odie knew something. I wished my dad was still around for me to ask him this.
The rest of my classes went as normal. I got sympathy from teachers and friends alike. I felt like it was bringing too much attention to it. I didn't want to talk about it or think about it. But now classes were over, and it was time for some rugby!
Let me introduce you to the sport. While soccer is a gentlemans sport played by hooligans, rugby is a hooligans sport played by mostly gentlmen. It is a more organised, faster paced version of American Football. There are many rules to follow, but it doesn't take away the exciting adrenaline you get when you play. There are two main positions; forwards and backs. Forwards are the big guys. They do most of the contact. They charge into the other forwards, who are just as bid and move the ball forward. Again and again. i have alot of respect for forwards. Then there are backs. We are are faster, but smaller and more nimble. We use our energy in short bursts. I am an outside center. At least I was last year in grade 9. The idea is that when we get the ball, we book it up the field and make it as far as possible, maybe score a try. An outside centre is next to the winger. I'm not as big as the inside centre who is closer to the forwards, but I am larger than the wingers or full backs. Thats about as much as you need to know.
Practice went well. It was generally the same people with a few addons and losses. Over all, I just enjoyed having that ball in my hands. Everything went so smoothly, until we started practicing tackles on bags. We would all have a partner and switch over who took the bag and who charged. I worked with the inside center, Fred. A nice guy and fairly jacked. More so than myself. He tackled first. It went as I expected. He would push me back a few feet as he hit the bag. Then it was my turn. The coach was telling us to give it all we have got. So I bent my back low, readied my legs, and charge the bad which unfortunate Freddie was holding.
When he charged, he set me back a few metres. When I charged, I set him back across the whole gym. Everyone stopped what they were doing in shock. Fred was against the wall, as he slid down, you could see that the impact dented the wall. I was completely in shock. I ran to help him but he was so scared of me now, he wouldn't let me touch him. It was unreal.
"Are you OK?' I asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. When did you learn to tackle like that? You could knock out Luke the 8-man (biggest guy on the team) out with that hit."
'I-I didn't." I simply said. Fred wasn't hurt. But how the hell did I do that? It was like I suddenly had super strength like superman or something.
The coach patted me on the shoulder, "You all right? You seem worried." Coach really gets into a game and was not afraid to yell, but he seemed concerned.
"Are you on any medication that we should know about"
"No!" I sharply replied. He looked offended. I took a deep breath. "I think I am going to take a walk."
Coach nodded and let me outside for some fresh air. My mind was boggled. So many crazy things had happened recently. My dad died, I got a new parent, I learned that my dad hid a secret, and now this. Now I am like superman with extreme superstrength. It seemed pretty cool but it was spooky. How did it happen? Did I get exposed to radiation when I was in Odies laboratory or something? At that point in my life, everything was a mystery.
I hope that this story is at a decent enough pace for everyone. I can guarantee that things are going to heat up in this story I can assure you all of that.
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