Blake slid into the desk chair in his room and turned the computer on. He took a gulp of rich orange juice and waited for the computer to finish loading. When it was done he set his glass cup down and typed the password to be able to get into his user account. After it opened he pulled up his high speed internet and made his way to the Google search engine. Blake typed in ‘Inhuman powers’, he knew there was really no use pulling this subject up but he was curious. Was there anyone else like him? Anyone he could talk to secretly? It was aching, hiding something like what he had, every word he spoke he had to say slowly just to make sure it didn’t slip. Would people be afraid of him? Would the press be all over him? So many more questions popped into his head while the search continued. Finally when it finished all the links were to written fantasy stories people posted on the internet… But on the sixth page, when Blake almost gave up, a link caught his eye.
“Richard’s true diary” Blake read aloud to himself.
He pulled the page up and started to read the very first paragraph.
Monday, March 19th
My experiment has gone completely wrong, all I was going to do was mix chemicals of light to create a stronger, brighter light bulb. But I failed, maybe not all the way though… I believe that I gave myself inhuman powers, over light. I can simply snap my fingers and spark of light will form. It’s beautiful, un-natural and stunning. I have never seen anything like this. I wonder if this can be spread, experimented. All I have to do is find out what I did and duplicate it… There is a chance.
Blake looked at the screen in shock. If this was completely true he had found a man to talk to, someone to tell about this. But then again, what if this man never found a way to duplicate this and when he found out that Blake had it, he might want to run tests on Blake and use him just to brag about to the Press. What if, this person, this man, was no longer alive. The diary didn’t inform it’s readers of any date it was written and it would take for ever to find this man. There were many Richards, probably.
“It’s no use.” Blake sighed and closed it all down, followed by a shut down of the computer.
He pushed the chair away from the desk and stood up shakily. Blake walked to his own private bathroom attached to his room and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at the blond hair, blue eyed pale skinned boy in jeans and a t-shirt in the reflection.
“Let’s try this.” He said and focused hard on trying to light up his hand.
A ball of light surrounded his hand quickly, it was bright but some how Blake’s eyes had no sensitivity towards it. He grinned and heard something down stairs instantly putting the light out. His father was supposed to be at work, who was it? Blake crept half way down the stairs expecting to see someone, but instead he heard something that sounded much more like a knock… It was a knock on the front door. Blake let out a sigh of relief and scrambled down the rest of the steps and to the door. He opened the door slowly to see his best friend.
“Oh, it’s just you.” He smiled and opened the door motioning for Kurtis to come in.
“Who were you expecting? Jeeze.” He laughed a little and came through the door kicking his running shoes off. “Your dad here?” He asked.
“No.” Blake replied simply.
“Figures, he’s never here.” Kurtis sighed.
“I know, but he loves his job so you can’t blame him. Do you want something to drink?” He replied.
Kurtis nodded and followed Blake to the small compact kitchen. Kurtis grabbed a Ice tea from the fridge and opened the can while Blake snatched a can of Pepsi before shutting the door.
“Danielle would have come but she wanted to study for her science test.” He rolled his eyes.
Blake laughed. “It’s okay, at least I understand.” Blake grinned and Kurtis laughed.
“I don’t need to understand, she’s not my girlfriend.” Kurtis smiled.
The two boys fell silent for a few minutes unsure of what to say, Blake was trying to convince himself to tell Kurtis his secret, his power… His life. But Blake was having none of that, his mind just rejected the thought.
“So, what are you doing this long weekend?” Kurtis yawned.
“I don’t know yet, I might go down to that beach party of Brian’s tonight but I’m kind of saying never mind to that idea.” Blake replied.
“I wasn’t going in the first place. Parties just don’t appeal to me.” Kurtis said and took a sip of his Ice Tea.
Blake nodded, he knew very well that Kurtis wasn’t any of a party kind of guy. He was much more quiet and only stuck around with his real friends. Everyone knew that.
Later that night Blake sat, once again, alone in his room. He was unsure of what to do. Tell Danielle, Kurtis or his father… Or no one. Which was better? It was almost impossible to choose, he set the thought off to slip into his desk chair and pull out a couple sheets of lined paper followed by a brand new sharpened pencil. He sighed and started to write, the words flowing from his brain, down his arm and into his hand which held the pencil to write with. In the matter of minutes there was four pages, front and back , of a chapter of a story. He pushed the pages aside and chucked the pencil at the wall, soon after sprawling out on his bed and quickly falling asleep, the written words ran through his head…
The boy lifted his right hand admiring the fascinating glow radiating off of it. “This, this is unbelievable.” He exclaimed. But he knew it was real, it felt real, it looked real… Everything was real about this moment. The boy smiled wickedly. “This is amazing.” He smiled. Suddenly someone knocked at his bedroom door, he jumped and put out the light quickly. “Come in.” He choked. His mother slid into view. “Are you okay? I heard I scream!” She said panicky. “Mom, I’m fine and I never screamed.” He replied quietly….
Edited by Paige
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