Primordial: Awakening

By Timothy Valentin

A young man by the name of Timothy Valentin lives a rough life and abusive, empty life. The story is mainly told through his eyes but occasionally jumps perspectives to another character. One particularly rough night after horrible incident the boy finds himself in an extraordinary circumstance. With new powers, servants and armies at his disposal the boy becomes god like. But he soon learns that with this new opportunity and power comes an exceptional amount of danger and trouble and sets off on a quest to slay his primordial father who is out to destroy him. Through out his journey he is plunged in to a world of magic and mystery. Along the way he encounters many hardships that hed never had thought possible to over come and discovers the true nature of the universe and all its secrets. Even with his new god like self he is just faced with problems even a god can not solve alone. But above all else, with his new powers the boy must determine is he force for good and order. Or force for evil and chaos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479794775

Timothy Valentin

I am a seventeen year old boy who was born and raised in Washington DC. I’ve been writing since I was thirteen. I won second place for the 2009 Larry Neals writers award for Teen Short Fiction Story. I read a lot of fiction stories growing up and continue to read many fiction stories to this day. Today I live in Maryland with my mom and two dogs and cat and writing continues to be a great hobby of mine.

Book preview

Copyright © 2013 by Timothy Valentin.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

To order additional copies of this book, contact:

Xlibris Corporation

1-888-795-4274

www.Xlibris.com

[e-mail]

124122

Contents

 PART 1 

School Day Incident

Trouble At Home

Trouble At School

Awakening

Night To Remember

Hotel

Preistess

Stacey

Tim

Meeting With Antirion

Meeting With Gargazelle

Date In The City

A Cold Welcoming

Cold War

Battle For Supremacy

Like Father Like Son

King Of The Castle

Old Sonny Boy

Rise Of A New Power

 PART 2 

3 Years Later (The Heralds)

Realm Siege (Tim)

Long Awaited Meeting

Death? . . . . A Minor Inconvience

Setting Things Straight

Trouble At The Castle

Meeting Of Truth

Heavenly Night . . . . Hellish Morning

Fare Well

Your In My World Now!!!!

The Councils Welcoming

Meeting With Bethany

Cattyness

Astrial

Tim (Make Love And War)

Trouble At The Pentagon

Let The War Begin!!!! After A Quick Interview Ofcourse . . . .

 Part 1 

SCHOOL DAY INCIDENT

C’MON MAN, YOU’LL get to see Claire in short jogging shorts . . . said Allex persistently. Dude why do want me to try out for the W.O.B? (Work Out Buddies) I’m not even physically fit! I said in protest. That’s the point of it man! To get in to shape. You’ll do fine trust me. I looked in to his bright yellow eyes¹ and studied him as he pressed me to sign my name on the sheet. Fine . . . but Claire had better be there. I said signing my name on Coach Jenkins work out list in front of me. Don’t worry, she’s number one on the list. replied Allex. Is this everyone for the work out crew this year?! shouted coach Jenkins holding up the clip board I just signed. C’mon people . . . I see some people in here that could really use it. Everyone started chuckling . . . Yeah like you? someone shouted from the crowd of kids. Who ever said that wouldn’t be man enough to prove those words. hollered Mr. Jenkins. To be honest . . . they didn’t need to be proven . . . Mr. Jenkins wasn’t exactly the spitting image of an Olympic medalist. The man was a thick fat man with a potbelly who was about 5'10 with short cropped hair and he had the Bounty mans thick mustache. He also had a tattoo on his right arm right below his shoulder that said CANNON. And he always had the tendency to were short shorts with a tight T-Shirt so his hairy legs were always showing. Nobody seemed to respond to his challenge anyways. I thought so tough guy! Alright then, for those of you that did sign up practice is tomorrow on Thursday and Friday the day after. All at 4p.m. to 8p.m. in the gym. Alright, now lets go run some laps!! With out me or Allex about all 20 of the guys ran out of the locker room, all pushing and shoving to get through the door. Me and Allex slowly followed the crowd knowing that me and him only being 5,8 and them being 6,0 or taller that we would be knocked aside like rag dolls. When we reached the starting line of our track, the boys were ready to race. Outside it was raining but thankfully were one of the very few schools with an indoor track so I didn’t have to miss Claire in shorts. Hold on boys, we have to wait for the girls to come out as well. said coach Jenkins. All the guys groaned in frustration. C’mon coach, lets get started already! said Sam, the most athletic and fittest boy in the school. (And the jerkiest if I might say so.) The dude actually has an 8 pack along with tree trunk muscle legs and chest and arms that looked as if they could crush the life out of a bear. But he also has a scar on his head from something only three people knew about. To be honest the boy was in the 10th grade and was 18 years old. All brawns and no brains but if you ask me he was a pushover. I really think we should wait for the girls Mr. Jenkins I said not wanting to miss Claire in her shorts coming out. I looked back at Allex who gave me a wink of encouragement. I met Allex like 2 weeks ago in the beginning of this school year. Allex was about 5'8 like me and a pretty slim guy with shaggy blonde hair so we got along rather well. We have all the same classes and seem to share the same interest in video games. I usually go to his house and play cool games like Bayonetta, Oblivion and Mass Effect. Assuming I got all my work done at my house. I’m usually the quite stick to the shadows kind of kid and haven’t really made any friends in any of the schools I’ve been to but I can honestly say though that the last 4 weeks with him have been great almost as if we’ve been friends forever. I mean and the weird thing is I can’t even remember how we even became friends so fast. We were waiting at the teachers door for first period and nobody really talked to anyone because nobody had seen each other for 2 months or in my case I didn’t know anyone. But then here he comes waltzing up the steps he gets one look at me and does the biggest smile I’ve ever seen as if he’d been searching for me forever. He rushes over to me sticks his hand out introduces himself to me saying Hi I’m Allex and I don’t know how but it pretty much took off from there. He didn’t even acknowledge anyone else but me and even to this day he still doesn’t interact with anyone else but me. But I didn’t mind we seem to get along perfectly but it does seem a little to coincidental that some random yellowed eyed boy rushes up to me ignoring everyone else and we hit it off like that and I must admit even though I wont say it to him . . . there is a small part of me that is repulsed by him. Not in anyway because of his personality or his features or intelligence or anything but something about him just doesn’t click with me. His presence sort of puts me in alert mode but I can never seem to pin point why. Like were natural enemies. But anyways he has always got my back. I must agree with Tim on this one guys. I want the girls jogging along side the boys today. I’m trying out a new implementation were having the opposite sex motivates one another to look more impressive in terms of physic. In other words your gonna work your asses off knowing those girls are watching. I looked at Sam and found him glaring at me. But coach . . . . said Oscar, Sams flunky. We hardly ever jog with the girls! Didn’t you just hear what I said? Today’s an exception, now just sit tight while I go ask Ms. Ortiz² what’s the hold up. said Mr. Jenkins as he turned and jogged off to the girls locker room. I wonder what’s up with the coach today . . . I said to Allex. Beats me. He said. Look out!! he said. Before I could respond I found my self careering towards the floor with a loud thud. I turned around and saw Allex launching himself at Sam but Oscar got him in the choke hold.³ Listen! said Sam towering over me. You don’t side against me, you do what I tell you and play along with what ever I do. Alright im sorry I said. But not because I was scared. Fear is an emotion I seldom feel. Only when im around water and bees do I feel it. And usually that’s when im most dangerous.⁴ But anyways I apologized to him because when it comes to calculations I excel. I’m grade A in Math and Science. I calculated the obvious thing . . . that I probably couldn’t win against Sam and his goon. Alright boys, here they come. said Mr. Jenkins from behind. Everyone took their eyes off me and Sam to see Mr. Jenkins coming towards us. Oh Jesus, Tim are you okay? said Sam in a tone dripping with sarcasm. He outstretched his hand and gave me a look daring me not to take it. I reached out and took his hand reluctantly and was immediately jerked upwards. Gotta stay on your feet dude. He said with an evil grin. I nodded stiffly and noticed that Oscar had released Allex. I walked over to him just glaring at Oscar. You okay? I asked Allex. Do you know him? asked Allex eyes still fixed on the boys. Yeah . . . he’s a minor annoyance from last year. Don’t worry about him . . . id tear his head off if I could but not worth it in the long run. Don’t worry . . . ill take care of him. whispered Allex under his breath. But I decided to ignore his smack talk and I turned and saw Claire and all the other girls pouring out of the locker room jogging towards us in there short shorts. Claire was the hottest girl in the school which made her the perfect match for the strongest guy in the school. But no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get her attention and that’s never happened to me before. Who could resist me dashing smile, my soft dark brown eyes, my smooth tan skin over me lean muscle and my short soft black hair. Apparently her. And she was even going out with Sam this Friday. I couldn’t believe it . . . but to be honest I liked a good challenge. Most girls are just to easy so I’m happy to try getting one playing hard to get. But as long as Sam hasn’t touched her I’m fine. I can’t stand to be around a woman that’s been touched by another man and its not so much the man but just the purity of that person is lost . . . . they reek of contamination. Now you’re probably wondering how I can smell if some ones been touched but it’s a . . . talent if you would. I just can and I hate girls who’ve been . . . tainted. In other words I can smell if you’re a virgin or not. And the more times you’ve been around the block the worse you stank. But Claire wasn’t tainted . . . at least not yet. Check her out man." I heard Oscar say. I looked and saw Sam eyeballing Claire. That made me mad and for a split second I felt like my body was on fire. As if my body had a flash of 200 degrees. It made me a little dizzy and light headed but then I focused back on Claire. She stared at me as she jogged closer and gave me a warm and yet cold smile at the same time. As if she were saying I like you but I don’t know if you’re worth my time. I tried to give her a dashing smile back, but that just resulted in her looking away to Ms. Ortiz. Who jogged right past them. Alright ladies and gents, lets get joggin. With that all the boys started running. Allex looked at the stampede of kids and said Ill be right back. I assumed he meant for the racing but little did I know he had other plans. Me not caring about the damn competition just jogged with the girls. They all wanted to talk to me and tried to jog next to me but I wasn’t in the mood for flattery and so I shooed them away saying I need to concentrate on a test next period. (Which wasn’t true. I didn’t even have a test. in social studies.) As I jogged I started thinking of what chores I had to do when I got home. I have always been a foster kid since the day I can remember. They say I was found at the mouth of a volcano. With nothing. That I was spotted by a touring helicopter. (So I don’t really have a birthday.) I try not to tell anyone for the sheer annoyance that everyone might be calling me Vulcan boy again like back at my old school Alice Deal. That was all the way back in D.C. Here at Beverly Hills High School things are different. I usually move from foster home to foster home encountering the most strangest of people. The foster parents are hardly ever around. They work late hours and wake up early and go to parties during the weekend. (To be honest they worked early to go to parties later in the day.) The only time I really see them is if I mess up on the chores they gave me. As long as I do my daily chores of vacuuming and watering their garden, I wouldn’t probably see them for days unless I woke up in the middle of the night and catch them coming home. But even when I did see them they pretty much ignored me. Pff typical foster parents. Only doing it for the free government money and free labor. While I was debating on which room to vacuum first someone shouted FIGHT! I instantly looked to see where it came from and immediately saw the situation. Alex was in a choke hold again Oscar while Sam got in his face. I immediately ran to his aid but the coaches were inside there office probably looking at performance ratings of there students in sports or something. As I ran across the gym to help Allex Sam said Listen you little bitch . . . I don’t care if you’re suppose to protect him of if he doesn’t like when I look at MY girl friend. And now that you’ve explained to me he wants her too I’m really gonna beat his ass. That made me stop dead in my tracks . . . what had Allex told him . . . Then you leave me no choice dude. said Allex. That’s when Allex did something unexpected. He flipped Oscar over who landed on his back with a WHAM. Then he looked at Sam who looked stunned and bewildered. My back! My back! Oscar groaned. Look at your pathetic self. Sam bellowed at Oscar. Taken down by a 15 year old. 15? Who says im 15. said Allex. And soon you won’t be looking at anything else again. KAKABOOM!! Lightning struck outside and there was a loud flash at the same time. Like someone taking a photo but 10X the intensity. I was blinded pretty damn good and it made me stumble to the floor but even though I couldn’t see I heard Sam screaming MY EYES!!! MY EYES!! Everybody what happened! I heard the coaches bellow. Oh my god his eyes are cooked. Said miss Ortiz with a scream. I couldn’t wait to see this I told myself when I finally regained sight after about a minute I saw everyone rubbing and blinking there eyes as well except for Allex who had a triumphant look on his face . . . And Sam was crying being taken away by coach Jenkins while Ms. Ortiz helped Oscar to his feet but she looked frazzled. And I could smell her fear to. And yes smelling fear is another special of mine. I can tell if someone’s afraid even if they don’t show it physically. Almost like a sixth sense for me just like other people have intuition and gut instinct. But since were on this topic I might as well give my other senses as well. I can sense when someone is close to dying . . . they have a slight blackish smoke cloud about them but its very faint. Only if I take the time to look can I notice it. Its not like I go on the sub way system and see giant human size smoke clouds moving around. But usually its any kind of death not just sickness or heart attacks. One time I saw a woman walking down the street with a frappe and she had the black ectoplasm coming off her. I tried to warn her but she took offense cursed me out and marched across the street not paying attention to the walk sign and WHAM! But it’s ironic really and I always wondered did I cause it? If I wouldn’t have talked to her would it still have happened? Did me trying to warn her distract her from seeing the walk sign or would it have happened regardless? Or maybe she would’ve died a different death instead of a car one . . . But anyways ever since then I keep my mouth shut. I don’t know if I can see it for animals though to be honest or what the time frame is. You could be giving an ectoplasm for days before you die. Anyways another little trick I have is see people for what they truly are. I can see there souls in other words. (Or at least I’ve deduced that’s what it is.) But there not always humanoid figures as you might think. There usually some bizarre creature with a certain glow to it. Certain colors mean the degree of what your personality is. But the personality itself is represented by the creature. When I say creature it’s a bunch of animals combined together. So Sams soul was a bulls head with a gorillas body. So from that I can deduce he’s as strong as a gorilla and as dumb as an Ox or whatever it was and had huge temper issues. Not good with my animals. But at the same time his color was Brown. Meaning to say he has a brown ectoplasm to him. So the animals describe your character but the color describes the degree. In all my long years of possessing this ability I’ve deduced that Brown is bad, Purple is Very bad, Red is Evil, Black is Satan himself. Sometimes there can be a mix of colors but I have seldom seen a red soul and only a black soul once. And that was in New York when 9/11 happened. I saw the man walk in to one of the buildings and a few minutes later the catastrophe happens. But anyways it’s the same concept for good souls. There shape is humanoid though and if there really good they get wings and a halo just like in the stories. But there scale is like this or at least here is how I’ve learned to categorize based on interactions with some of the colors. Blue is good, Green is very good, Yellow is a saint, and white is an archangel. Now believe it or not I saw one white aura guy in prison. When I went on a tour of one. They said he’s doing time for murder. But the cops and guards spoke highly of him and when I asked why they said he was a vigilante. And no priest are not white . . . at least none that I’ve seen. One time one of my foster families took me to church and after service the priest insisted I stay to get a private tour of the church but I saw his soul was a snake with spider legs which meant he was sneaky like snake and trapped his victims in a web of lies. When I declined my foster mother said maybe next time. But there was no next time seeing as he was charged with child molestation and arrested a few days later. I was immediately taken away from that family and placed with a new one. (Not that they were any better.) But its weird that I mention churches because come to think of it that’s the only church I was able to enter. Any other church I can’t set foot in because it makes me woozy and nauseous and I throw up. Don’t know why. And in case your wondering Allex soul is so bright I cant even see it. Its like looking at the sun. Claires soul looks like a white rose and it radiates a yellow glow. That means she was pretty damn nice. But still attractive. And I? Well I didn’t look like anything in Soul View. I look in the mirror and I see noting but me. No aura or anything and I haven’t really figured out why but assume its not important. But anyways I can also touch people and absorb a copy of there soul. Not literally but I can know there deepest fear, their darkest memories, everything bad they’ve done in their life. For example when Sam pushed me during a basket ball game last year I saw he set someone’s house on fire by throwing a Molotov through the window. I saw his father beating the crap out of him for not buying the groceries with his allowance. I saw him cowering under covers as a little boy begging for his drunk father not to find him only to have the covers ripped from him and get whacked on the head with a beer bottle causing the scar. I’m one of the three people that know how that happened besides him and his father. That’s why I ignore the boy instead of really paying attention to his antics. Hes result of his environment not because its his nature. But all of my gifts do not interact. For example I can’t look at someone’s soul while looking to see if there going to die. I have to toggle one off to turn the other on. But none of my powers are influential in anyway. Only perceptional. You and other people may think there special but I grew up with them so I’m used to them. And just so we get it out of the way no I do not see the dead. I can see why you might think that. But I wouldn’t see anything abnormal if I went to a graveyard. But anyways I went to go comfort her. Its okay. I said reassuringly. She looked at me bewildered. Its not going to be okay . . . did you see his eyes? No but- Then shut up!! I’ve never seen anything more horrible in my life. Which one of you little brats did this?! I was a bit taken aback by the rudeness so just left her rambling in madness to herself. Allex what happened? I asked. I don’t know. Lightning flashed and I guessed it must have been so intense it burned his eyes. What?! That’s bullshit! Why weren’t you and the rest of us effected? Maybe he had weak eyes I don’t know stop asking me these stupid questions. Okay here’s a good one. Why did you tell Sam I liked Claire? You knew it would cause problems if you did. And don’t lie saying you didn’t. I heard what he said to you before you went all Kung Fuy. Allex looked like a fish out of water opening and closing his mouth and stuttering. Look im sorry man. I was trying to get him to back off. You know just off your back all the time. Are you insane? You could’ve made more trouble for me then I already have with him and you know I’m on thin ice with the cops and i can’t fight back. But I took care of him didn’t i? I went silent. So you did do something to him. I declared triumphantly. No I just meant he is taken care is all. Oh I said giving a reassuring nod. C’mon lets skip the rest of today We walked towards the gym doors leading outside in to the pouring rain. Aren’t you gonna get your book bag? i asked before I opened the door. I didn’t bring it. He said. Me neither. I said. Are you sure you want to skip social studies? He asked. I’m failing anyways I said. Lets head to your house and play video games. I said. Before he could respond a flash of lightning and a loud KABOOM!! Allex looked up and said I can’t. Why? I asked Because of the rain? He paused again. Yeah . . . I don’t want the thunder storm to knock out the power or blow out my system. That’s why I should get home early. Fine, I guess I should get home early too so I can get to work on my chores. I looked back at the frantic scene of everyone talking about what just happened and some kids were even looking at us. You sure you don’t wanna tell your best friend what happened? I’m sure because nothing happened!! he yelled and ran out in to the rain. What the hell was that about? I asked myself. Then I saw the cops coming in and figured if I was going to leave better do it now and bolted out the door.

TROUBLE AT HOME

MY HOUSE WAS only a few blocks away so I was able to get home relatively quickly but I still got wet. I hate being wet. Its sticky and heavy and uncomfortable. So when I got I home I went up stairs and changed clothes. All my clothes were in a suit case along with almost everything else I owned and would take with me once I left for a new home. My foster parents weren’t exactly the most understanding of caretakers but then again which ones were? So I had to ring out my clothes in the sink for as much water as possible in the sink so they didn’t drip. Then I hung them up on a hanger above my bed on hooks that used to be used for hanging plants. Then I went and did my chores starting with vacuuming then with dusting then with the dishes. Then I took out the trash and got wet again which was dumb. I should’ve thrown out the trash while I still had my wet clothes on. But I’m almost glad I didn’t because I had to change the vacuum bag anyways. But anyways I changed clothes again and just laid those on the bed and then had a bowl of Cinnamon toast crunch. While watching tv on fox 5 for the weather. We will keep you in touch about the massive amounts of bodies being found in the sewer but until then well move on to Brent. Brent what do you have for us? Ladies and gentlemen I am standing here in Beverley hills and the recent storms we’ve been having are unexplainable. The worst we’ve ever scene. Buildings have exploded from lightning strikes, cars flung off the roads from wind and neighborhoods flooded from rain. Several young males have dropped dead from lighting strikes in the past 6 days. Ladies and gentlemen we strongly advise you to stay in doors. It is said that if more students continue to get hit then schools may have to be closed. The weather man was standing in the middle of a viscous storm. As you can see behind me there is a- BAM!! Lightning struck. There was a flash of light that blinded the whole camera and then it was out. Then the feed went back to the news room. Ladies and gentlemen it would appear Brent Closal has been killed in a tragic acci- I shut the tv off with a laugh. Who names there child Closal? That’s what his dumbass gets for being out in a storm. I put my dishes in the sink and then I went to bed. It was relatively a long day at school but that incident in the gym kept nagging at me. When Allex said Who says I’m 15? What age was he then? 16? 17? 18? No no cant be. He didn’t look that old. Could he be 14? 13? Maybe . . . and id dint even know he could throw someone half his height and slam him to the ground. And what on earth did he do to Sam. The way he acting all defensive was sure indication he did something. Throw a chemical in his eye? Shoot his eyes with a laser? No but none of those things explained how we were all blinded by it. Could it really have been the lightning? I guess ill just have to take his word on that. Maybe he was right. Maybe the light of the flash was so intense it blinded us but reflected of his eyes since there bright already. What ever happened im just happy Sam got hurt and im not in trouble. Or at least I wouldn’t have guessed I was. The more I pondered the more I felt drowsy. It was only 5:13p.m. but I couldn’t help myself and fell right to sleep. I was quickly awakened by the sudden jerk of large powerful hands. WAKE UP!! WAKE UP you little fucken twit. I instantly found myself being shook and jerked and saw that Joshua my foster father was glaring at me with bags under his eyes. He was a big 6'4 man with a bad attitude and always hitting while his wife Jane was a thin slender women with bags under her eyes as well only she didn’t hit me she would just get Joshua to do it. It was Sam as 30 year adult. His soul looked exactly identical to Sams naturally. And his wife had the red soul of a female dog. I didn’t know if that meant she was a bitch or a tramp or both. What?! I said irritated by my rude awakening. WHAT? WHAT?! DON’T FUCKEN WHAT ME! And I instantly got a hand across my face. You are a lazy ass incompetent piece of shit! I looked at him eyes wide with shock. We left you a fucken note on the god damn door saying thunderstorm today unplug everything. But sir I didn’t see- SHUT THE FUCK UP!! He said backhanding me. I could feel anger boiling inside me. Like I could really hurt this guy. Now guess what smart ass. All the fucken shit plugged in to the house is broken. The tv, the radio, the oven, THE FRIDGE!!!EVERYTHING!! This is coming out of the money you get from the government. Were not paying for your shit! No more goddamn tv or anything when we buy a new one you hear me? No more phone calls, no more hanging outside in the backyard. You just come home do your chores and go to fucken sleep. AM I CLEAR?!! I wanted to cry so badly . . . not from sadness but from anger. I wanted to kill this dick!! Make him suffer. There was no note on the door. He just used that as an excuse because I know for a fact that these people don’t watch the news or listen to the radio period. Yes sir. I said steely while exhaling not wanting to inhale any of his alcohol smelling breath. Good! Now get back to fucken sleep!! With that he gave me one good solid punch and I was I was out before I even had time to think. In my dream all I heard was a voice Oh my dear Timothy of Valentin. said a woman’s voice. Soon on the stroke of midnight tomorrow I shall return your essence . . . what your father tried to steal I shall give back. Soon your faithful servant shall arrive and liberate you from this torment. Soon you will slay your father and take your throne. Soon . . . soon . . . .

TROUBLE AT SCHOOL

WHEN I AWOKE I was late for school already it was 9:36 way past school starting time. And I had a pretty big purplish knot on my left cheek. Shit! I said cursing that asswhole. I took a shower quickly hating the feel of the water on me, brushed my teeth and put on my school time clothes and was out the front door. Before I left I noticed they had piled up and assortment of electronics like the tv, oven and other things out in the front. They were quick to pack it all up for the garbage man. No doubt they saw this as a shopping spree. I looked at it for a few seconds and shook my head in anger and then I was off. I was missing pre-calc my favorite class. I didn’t bother to bring my book bag because I hated having a Spiderman book bag in high school. (We get donated book bags in the foster program.) I went through security which they did an extensive search on me since they found me trying to sneak a water bottle full of gasoline through to burn Sams locker. Unfortunately one of the security guards smelled it so from then on they check every little thing I’ve got. With good reason to . . . I wouldn’t think twice about sneaking something else in. Usually I would take it as a compliment and just wink and grin at the guards but today something like this becomes particularly troublesome. It took a whole 10 minutes to check my socks my bag and anything else they were legally admitted to search. One of the female security guards felt around my waste and I was like Hey, hey!! Hands off the goods there miss. She replied I see you’ve got another battle scar. Its about time somebody taught you a lesson. She said referring to my bruised face. I just bit my tongue and held but once I was through I got my late pass and quickly ran of to class. It was second period now and I had missed my favorite class. Now was chemistry my least favorite class. I walked in and quietly and saw Dr. Wilder giving the empirical formula of a substance. She looked at me and so did the whole class and I just gave her my late pass keeping my head down so I didn’t get a million questions about the bruise and went to go sit with my buddy Allex. And she resumed her lesson. He was looking downward at the ground and had a stern look on his face. Hey man, Im sorry about yesterday. I had a bad day after that freakish incident with Sam. No sweat man . . . we were all put off by that incident. Did anyone figure out what it was? No but police are here questioning people. Oh shit man. We left early. We fled a crime scene. Oh man what were we thinking? And im the number one suspect from my track record. Don’t worry, ill vouch for you. He said reassuringly. Thanks. I muttered. No prob. He said looking up. Whoa what happened to your face?! You know who. Oh wow. What a bastard. What did he blame you for this time? Circuits of all the electronics shorting out from a lightning strike. Oh man tsk tsk tsk. said Allex. I’m telling you man you should call the cops. And I keep telling you we should jump him that bitch when they get home. We sit and wait on the side of the house and when they get home then WHAM!! We beat there asses with a bat. No one will ever know. You know I wont do that. Why? Because its not in me to be so brutal. Weak! And you cant do it either lest you would like to be put in a detention center. Or maybe even prison this time. I sighed and dipped my head low. Yeah you’re right. HEY! Dr. Wilder screamed. Quit the chatter and so we did. I was about to say sorry doctor Wilder when 2 police came in to the room. One gruff and one thin and both had souls that looked like reddish snakes Yes can I help you? Dr. Wilder asked. Were here to for Timothy Valentin. A gruff looking officer replied. "Oh, does he need to take