Flame, Soul, Rage, and Draconis

Chapter 1: The beginning.

It’s another Friday night, with the usual routine. My buddy Kyle and I heading to my house on foot, since the guy who drives my bus is strict. For some reason, I feel that the day was going to get worse, when it ended well. I busied myself with studying the clouds, yet in my mind searching for a reason as to why I feel this way. Just as unusual as the feeling, I find it unusual that I can’t find a reason as to why I have this feeling.

“Hello? Earth to Mic!” Upon hearing my buddy Kyle, and his nickname for me, I turned my gaze to him, smirking. Kyle was just as tall as I was. Caucasian, clear complexion, short brown hair, ROTC length to be exact, just like mine, his usual black and white striped polo shirt with a black, sleeveless jacket over it, black pants and similar black sneakers. To complete the look, he has his also black backpack slung over his right shoulder, him holding the small strap. “Sorry Scarecrow, just got a feeling, yknow? Some things up, and I don’t know what. It’s bugging me, badly.” Scarecrow was the nickname I gave him. I find it works for him.

Tilting his head at me, a puzzled expression plants itself firmly on his face. “Wait, you have that feeling too? Dude that’s just weird, seriously.” I chuckle at him, and his expression becomes its uaual, cheerful one. “Don’t worry broski, I’m sure today will be fine. Hey, you got your comp with you right?” Kyle grins at me, motioning with a flick of his head towards his backpack. “Hell yeah man. We gonna kill some noobs tonight!” His grin became contagious, and I soon followed suit, nodding my head at him.

After around thirty minutes of walking in silence in the mid-day Miami sun, Kyle speaks up suddenly. “Soooo…..When ya gonna change your wardrobe up a bit Mic?” Blinking at him, I looked myself over. I’m wearing a full black polo, light blue jeans, and a pair of gray running shoes. Chuckling, I readjust the straps holding my own black and blue backpack to my back, tightening them a bit. With the sun beating down on my own Caucasian skin, darker brown hair, and not so clear complexion of a face, I merely shrugged. “When I give a damn about fashion like you do Scarecrow?” As I anticipated from the comment, Kyle let forth a chuckle and shook his head. “Whatever man. Let’s hurry to your place so we can connect with the others.”

After a good hour and a half more of walking, we finally reached my home in Saga bay. Entering, I was greeted by a usual face and voice. “Yo, Bryan! How was school?” Upon hearing my own name, I look to see Steven on the couch. I flick him off casually, he just nods to Kyle. “It was great. So great, I NEVER WANT TO GO AGAIN.” Kyle smirked at me and rolled his eyes, pulling out his laptop before dropping his bag by the front door. “Oh come on Mic. Maybe you’ll like it someday.” Speaking simultaneously, Steven and I both answered in casual tones. “No.” Kyle just laughed and shrugged. “Suit yourselves!”

Dropping my bag next to his, I move into the game room, right next to the kitchen, chuckling as I spot Kyle linking his laptop to the Wifi. Moving quickly, I planted myself in my special chair at the game table, powering up my own laptop. Once it booted up, me and Kyle both got a call from our other broskis, Evan and David. I responded first, moving my wireless mouse on instinct and clicking the green button on screen. The sounds of a gun game already underway coming from Evan’s end bringing a smile to my face. A few seconds later, Kyle is in the call. I broke the silence this time. “Alright, gangs here, we’re six hundred miles from Chicago, got a full tank of gas, half pack of cigarettes, its dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.” From everyone I hear the good ol’ response. “Hit it!” We exchanged our greetings, and then got underway for the night.

Around two in the morning, everyone was starting to doze off. Nobody blames anybody there. We went for hours straight, playing Team Fortress 2 like tomorrow the world would end. Me sniping, David and Evan were firing their rockets, and Kyle running around as a Scout, grabbing the intelligence with our support. After one last game, we all signed off for the night, or, morning as it were. Powering down my laptop, I got up just as Kyle started to do the same. I waved wearily at him, heading into the living room, finding it and every other area of the house bare of anybody save me and Kyle. The usual routine.

Planting myself on the couch, I grabbed a nearby blanket, lazily pulling it over myself. Kyle came in a few minutes later and did the same. Grabbing the remote, I turned on the television. Finding nothing on the usual channels, I switched to Netflix. I was doing this all like I was a machine. I barely noticed that I hadn’t changed my clothes yet, or that my phone, Ipod, and headphones were still in my right pocket, but hell, I don’t care. Selecting VanDread, we lay there on opposite ends of the couch, watching the show till about halfway through the serious. Kyle had drifted off about an hour ago, and I was about to myself.

But for some reason, I had some feeling that I should stay awake, to not fall asleep. Whilst my feelings battled my thoughts of sleep, they could do nothing against my body’s needs. Yawning loudly, I turned onto my side, facing away from Kyle while trying to get comfortable. Little did I know, that this would be the last Friday I spent doing my usual routine, or that it was my last Friday on Earth itself…..