One day we were reminiscing about our novel writing days, and one of my friends suggested I start writing a novel again. Since then I have started three, but I haven't got far (I can't decide if it's because I'm too busy, or just lazy.) Anyway, I'm going to share with you the first chapter of one of those novels. I find it sort of funny, but I have a weird sense of humor, so you'll probably just think I'm weird, but here it is:
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Noel- Monday Afternoon classes
It was a Monday in my theater class, it was my turn to take the stage, I had prepared a brief monologue, which I thought would be a home run for my grade. The lights dimmed in the auditorium, a single beam of light on me, with a dramatic flourish of my hand I began. I told the story of a drunken mans woes. My classmates were in stitches, and right when I was about to perform the bit where the drunken man finds his true love, a figure loudly bursts into the auditorium, casting light down the aisles, illuminating the faces of the people in the crowd. The figure remained only a silhouette as it walked slowly down the aisle.“Excuse me,” Mrs. Harold said, “Sir we are holding a class.” The figure visibly tensed but continued to walk towards the stage. He stopped in front of the stage and looked up at me. I could now see his face, it was beautiful and dark. I let out a small gasp, I looked into his deep brown eyes, I couldn’t look away, he was scary. Mrs. Harold stood up and walked closer to the stage. “Noel, do you know this man?” Before I could answer the beautiful man quickly turned around, and looked Mrs. Harold in the eye, she seemed to have a reaction similar to mine, her face softened, and she seemed to forget what she was asking.
“No she doesn’t know me,” the beautiful man said. “My name is Benjamin O’Donnell, I work with her father I have been instructed to pick her up, there has been an accident at work. I have a note.” he handed her a folded sheet of paper, and she glanced at it, and said “very well.”
My mind was racing, my father owned a very small business, and all his employee’s were like family. This man was definitely not one of them. The man turned back to me, and those deep penetrating eyes began to bore into me. Mrs. Harold said “You may leave, Noel, and finish your presentation some other time, I will inform the main office that you have left.” I stepped down from the stage, make a split decision to leave with this man I have never met, I lifted my backpack, but the man grabbed it from me and slung it over his shoulder and started back up the aisle, I followed. Someone lifted the lights in the auditorium, and the beautiful mans face was revealed to the class, a low rumble of whispers erupted throughout the auditorium.
When we burst into the light of the cafeteria, we headed to the north entrance. Just before exiting I stopped him, “Who are you really?” I demanded. He looked around, “I can’t tell you here, wait until we’re somewhere safe.” he turned and headed out the door. It sounds crazy, but I followed him, something about him told me it was okay. Once outside he led me in the direction of some low income houses across the street from my high school. We passed through a few houses, stopping at each one for the beautiful man to gaze at each intensely, then move on. At the sixth house he walked up the steps and opened the door.
“You live here?” I asked.
“No”
“The owners just left the door unlocked”
“No, I unlocked it, just go in” he said, I complied. We walked into a cramped living room with children’s toys littering the ground.
“Now who are you.”
“Just wait,” the beautiful man said. He flicked his wrist in a movement so subtle I almost missed it. His face changed, seeming much younger. It still held all the intensity, but the seriousness was gone, in it’s place was purity and jubilance. The beautiful boy smiled at me, and I felt safer than I ever had in my entire life.
“I am Mecha,” he said.
“Noel,” I said sticking my hand out to shake. He took my hand, and was about to say something but was stopped by the sound of a door handle turning.
“Hmmm” said a voice, “I remember locking this door.” I gasped. Mecha grabbed my arm and we raced to the kitchen of the small house.
“There’s an attic,” Mecha said looking up, the ceiling was low, so he was able to reach the attic chain easily and pulled the trap door open. He leaped and pulled himself up into the small space.
“I can’t do that,” I glanced around nervously, I could still here the voice from outside. Mecha leaned his torso out of the opening using his legs to brace himself, grabbing me and pulling me through the opening. I expected to feel the ceiling scrap my torso as he pulled me through, but I felt nothing.
“How did you do that.” I asked.
“Strength” he shrugged. With the agility of a cat he slinked through the dark cramped attic. There was a dusty window at the end of a narrow passage. Mecha opened it and started to shimmy out. I peered down, “You’re not going to jump out,” I said.
“Dabigeta, will protect me.” he replied, and jumped, I heard a soft thud, “Now you” he said. I hesitated but once again I had the feeling that everything was going to be okay. I jumped, and a fell lightly onto a waiting Mecha. He set me down gently.
I wasn’t sure why he took me to that house, and I never really found out, but one important thing I learned is that there was something special about Mecha.
“Now I can explain this all to you, follow me.” Mecha said. A few minutes later Mecha and I arrived at a small café downtown. We picked a small table in the corner.
“I am here to inform you of your Tiyeta.” Mecha said
“My what?”
“Your Tiyeta, your powers in other words.” I raised my eyebrows as Mecha said this but didn’t challenge him, I had that strange feeling again, it was telling me that he wasn’t making this up.
“There are thirteen Tiyeta’s,” he continued, “The first four are English words, because they are easiest to discover, and the last nine are from ancient times, when the original Tiyeta holders were around.”
“But I don’t have any powers.” I protested.
“Yes you do, you have the first power, intuition, which is what made you trust me blindly. You may have others but it is too soon to tell, I must take you to Ipenya to train you. “
“I don’t know where Ipenya is, but I can’t just up and leave school.” I said
“We will make plans and spend the weekend there, you do not need to worry, I’ll take care of it. But now I must get back to informing you of the thirteen powers. The four that are easiest to obtain are intuition, strength, levitation, and speed. The nine others are twat, bahawi, tagilo, cadeyie, firo, dabigeta, mesera, arova, and ceranes.” I looked at him blankly as he rolled off these strange words.
“I know,” he said, “it seems strange, but I will teach you what the mean. Let’s go to the park, and I’ll show you how to you them.” I began to get up but he held up a hand and said, “we’ll use the bahawi” I sat back down, “Bahawi is teleportation basically, but it is not good for quick escapes, as you will see in a few moments.” He held out his hand and I placed mine in it, he closed his eyes, I watched him, it was almost two minutes before anything happened. Without warning we were sitting at a picnic table in the same position we were in at the café. Mecha smiled at my expression, and released my hand.
“Now I can show you all the powers that I possess, I have 9 of the powers, which is a lofty number, if I do say so, most can only develop the four core powers.” I nodded, wondering if I should be impressed by this.
“My favorite power is tagilo,” Mecha said, “which is the power to communicate through your mind. I can send messages to any person I wish, everyone can receive them, even regular humans, and animals, but only those possessing tagilo can send them.”
“Send me one!” I said excitedly, he nodded, and not even a second later I had a weird sensation in the back of my head, I could hear it as clear as my own thoughts and I could see the words in front of me, ‘You are much to excited’ it said. ‘Well I don’t like your voice in my head,’ I thought. I could also see this typed out in front of me. A second later Mecha was looking at me astonished.
“You’ve got the tagilo!” he said, “I never seen someone pick it up so quickly.” I have to admit I was quite pleased.
“You should know something else,” Mecha said, “If you send Tagilo to regular humans, some react by saying what you sent out loud.”
“Show me,” I said. Mecha pondered for a moment that pointed to a tall blond girl who was talking to a rather buff looking guy. The blond girl suddenly said “Mecha is sexy,” the guy she was with gave her a strange look, and I could see he was a little upset by this statement. I hit Mecha across the arm. He smirked.
“What other Tiyeta’s do you have,” I asked.
“ I have bahawi, which you’ve already seen, and twat, which I used in the house outside you school. Twat is face changing.” he said.
“If you can…. Twat.. How do I know what you really look like.”
“This is my real face,” he said.
“Liar”
“I am not,” he said, “I promise, you can only twat for 6 hours at a time. More if you are masterful. Some are really good, Vendetta can twat for 18 hours at a time, I have never seen her real face, no one has. She locks her chamber every night to prevent it anyone from seeing.”
“Who is Vendetta?”
“She is prophesied to be the most powerful Tiyeta holder, there is ledged that the one who masters all thirteen powers will open a new era for the Tiyeta holders. She has mastered 12 of the thirteen, the only one she has left is cadeyie, or nature manipulation, which I do not have.”
“Wow” I said, “What else do you have? That was only seven.”
“I’m afraid you have to go,” Mecha said, “you’re parents will wonder if you don’t come home from school. I will contact you when I can teach you of the rest. Take my hand and we can bahawi away.” I did so and after the same awkward two minutes I ended up on my front steps, Mecha waved, and took of in an incredibly fast sprint.
So there you go, my rough draft, any suggestions, post a groovie!
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