Imagination Wild Park

Shock Reflection, Chapter 3: Phone Call

2008-11-27T14:45:00.000-08:00

Blake’s hand was intertwined with Danielle’s as they walked to Larvand High School. His mind danced off in the opposite direction then it should have been going.
“Blake? You look worried, is everything okay?” Danielle asked, her pale forehead creased.
“Huh?” He said startled.
She narrowed her green eyes at him.
“Do you even know I’m here? You’ve been like this all week, depressed, worried, and in your own little world all the time.” She snapped.
He could tell she hadn’t slept well from how crabby she was and how her green eyes were darker then usual.
“I-I know you’re here.” Blake stuttered, he was lying and it was clear in his soft voice.
Danielle shook her head in disbelief and looked away from him. He sighed and didn’t say anything. The rest of the walk was silent and wordless.

As they reached the school Danielle gave him a quick meaningless hug and stalked off to her friends. Blake starred after her, finally when she disappeared into a group of friends he started to walk away heading toward the doors. In the matter of minutes the bell would ring and he knew it. But that wasn’t where his thoughts had token off to. They still consisted of that man who wrote the journal entry he found on the internet a week ago. Just as expected the bell rang, but what was unexpected was the absence of Kurtis, he never missed a day of school.
“I’m just paranoid.” Blake mumbled to himself under his breath.

Blake’s feet dragged all the way home. The whole day had gone by slow and terrible from the start. Danielle was more then almost mad at him for not paying attention to her for a whole week and not realizing she was actually there beside him half the time. Kyle Drooche kept chucking balls of paper at his head all during English. Plus, the one person who always cheered Blake up wasn’t at school at all.

Blake slowly made his way up the porch steps to the house door and pulled up his house key from his jean’s pocket. He pushed it into the hole and turned forcefully, the door clicked at he opened it. It opened slowly with an eerie sound. Blake sighed and walked in, everything looked the same as he had left it that morning. Obviously, his father hadn’t been home from work yet. The phone rang loudly from the dining room; Blake threw his bag down and raced room hoping it was Kurt. He turned the corner too sharply and collided with the dinner table.
“Ugh!” Blake grunted and held his stomach.
He sighed and walked, slowly, the rest of the way to the phone.
“Hello?” He breathed into the cordless.
“Blake Wolfe?” The voice asked, it was scratchy and male sounding. Maybe around 40 years old.
“Yes, this is Blake.” He said cautiously.
“Listen kid, there’s some people looking for you. Now they aren’t good people. Watch your back and Kid? Be careful.” The main said quietly, almost whispering. Blake had to strain to hear it.
“Who are you?! “He exclaimed.
But there was no answer, just the dial tone…

2008-11-26T20:03:00.000-08:00

Chapter 3 is coming along nicely except for the fact that I have no idea how to start the next paragraph. But I will get it soon I promise you.
So far I have a page and almost another full page. Nothing exciting has happened really that much in the last two chapters but I'm planning to bring in a little excitement for Shock Reflection's readers this chapter.

My estimate for it to be typed, edited, and then posted it should be done around... next Monday the 1st I think it is. But that's a rough estimate.

~Chelsea~

Shock Reflection, Chapter Two: Written Pages

2008-11-26T17:02:00.001-08:00

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 19^th

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

Shock Reflection, Chapter One: Hot Little Secret

2008-11-26T14:20:00.000-08:00

A sigh of relief escaped Blake's mouth as he picked up his marked math test. 86 %, it was good enough for him and his father. As the teacher continued to pass out the rest of the tests Blake's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He took a quick glance at the teacher to see if she was turned away then fished the phone out of his pocket.

Kurtis: What'd you get?

Blake turned his head and looked to the back corner of the room where his best friend sat. Sure enough Kurtis' small black cell phone was flicked open. He grinned and typed back.

Blake: 86%, you?

Kurtis: Damn!! All I got was a freaking 63%!

Blake chuckled under his breath and slapped his cell phone shut; he stuffed it back into his jean pocket and leaned back into the wooden chair. His cerulean eyes glanced at the ticking clock; each minute went by slower and slower. He just wanted to go home and relax, maybe call Danielle and talk to her for a bit, ask her why she wasn't at school. Danielle, Blake's sporty, energetic, amber haired girlfriend. It was their third year together, he still remembered the day he asked her to be his girlfriend as clear as if it had happened almost a minute ago. But when ever he saw her or herd her voice it just made him feel queasy and unsure. Three years and he still hadn't revealed his secret to her. Heck, he'd been best friends with Kurtis since kindergarten and they were tight. But Kurtis hadn't been told yet either.

The alarming loud school bell rang interrupting Blake's thoughts, making him jump. In seconds Kurtis had packed his school bag and bolted to Blake's desk before he had even finished getting up.

"Man, you seriously need to help me in math." Kurtis exclaimed quickly.

"I don't need to do anything Kurt, you need to listen in class. Might help." He laughed while picking up his bag.

Kurtis shoved him a little. "Jerk!"

They laughed, walked into the busy halls and arrived at their shared locker.

"We need to get our own lockers Wolfe boy."

Wolfe boy was one of the many nicknames Kurtis and Danielle had for Blake, this one was based on his last name, Wolfe.

"You think? You have all your junk in my half of the locker, where am I supposed to put my books?" Blake complained, Kurtis grinned.

"Junk? I thought books were junk!"

Blake snorted and shut the locker door. "Do you have any idea when Danielle is?" he asked.

"Wolfe, stop worrying. You’re worse then a damn mother after she looses her kid in a mall!" Kurtis laughed.

Blake shook his head with a small smiled. He had to admit, he did worry a lot about Danielle. He always guessed it was because he was afraid of loosing her. They made their way down the hall to the front doors and out to the cloudy gray day. Blake spotted his dad's black and white police car in the school parking lot, that of coarse came with his dad in the drivers seat with a news paper pulled out and his glasses on.

"Dude, is that your dad?" Kurtis asked, he sounded a bit depressed all of a sudden.

"Yeah, he said he was picking me up today. I almost forgot. See you later!" Blake waved to his best friend who instantly waved back slightly and they parted.

Usually they would walk home together since they didn't live that far from each other in the small village of Larvand.

Blake climbed into the passenger seat of his dad's car and threw his bag in the back seat as his dad folded the newspaper back up.

"How was school Blake?"

This startled Blake a little, not only did him and his father never really talk because of his dad's work as a police officer being so busy, but this question was never asked when they did have time to talk.

"Alright I guess, I did well on my Math test." Blake replied quietly.

"Son, I thought we needed a bit of time together so I took tonight off. We can hang out like father and son. Where do you want to eat?" His dad explained in a rush.

Blake ran his father's words over and over in his head. They puzzled him, were they actually going to get to spend father son time without his father getting called into a big case?

"A burger and fries sounds good." Blake said looking out the window as his dad started driving out of the parking lot, rain began to sprinkle down as if a faucet had been turned on.

They arrived at 'Maggie’s Diner' a half an hour later, not a word had been spoken in the car but after the food was ordered, the talking began.

"How's work dad?" Blake asked studying his father's rough appearance.

"Good, like usual. Just finished a huge case on a murder who killed twenty-six women." His father replied proudly.

This somehow brought back memories for Blake, all about his mother. He'd been told she left them when he was four, but how could he be so sure? What if she was murdered too? Or killed herself? Silence fell over the Wolfe's table for a moment until the waiter arrived with the burgers and fries they had ordered. The aroma filled the air quickly.

"Thank you." They said in union then started to laugh as she left. Once the laughing stopped Blake drew in a deep breath, it had been ages since he ate a hamburger. His dad took a sip of coke and looked at his son with smiling eyes. "Are you just going to sit there and smell it or you going to eat it?" he chuckled.

Blake grinned and lifted the burger to his mouth, the smell was intense. He took a massive bite and wolfed it down followed by a large drink of his coke. His father shook his head and took a small polite bite of his chicken burger.

“Any thing you want to talk about son?” He asked after patting his mouth with a napkin.

Blake finished eating a steaming hot fry then replied, “I think there’s something I-“ he stopped.

Was he about to reveal his secret now? To his father? The memory stung his eyes and burned his throat.

The heat surged through his body, intense and lifting, Sweat beads rolled over his lips and dripped off his chin. The bright ball flared out of the palm of his hand, his heart pounded, fear boiled up inside of him. Was all of this suppose to happen? All he’d done was touch the wrong thing on the light bulb… That explained it, some how his body had absorbed the light bulb’s power, light, and energy.

He was special.

Blake knew it,

He was different.