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I Am What I Am: Telekinesis
Author:
Adam Raze
Published:
1/6/2010 6:39:35 PM
Pages:
292
Keywords:
Black Fiction,Black Peopple,Boys,Girls,Good,I Am What I Am,Teenagers,Witchcraft
Audience Level:
Teen
Genres:
Fiction / Fantasy / GeneralFiction / HorrorFiction / General / Suspense
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I Am What I Am is the story of 17 year old Grey Smarton who is the average sub-culture, party-pooping teenager, until his destiny of a male witch with an underworld full of demon's out for blood with the help of his sister Andro and his brother Zach and a group of unforgettable friends, Grey is unstoppable. Or, is he?
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About The Author: Adam Raze is a sci-fi/fantasy author who lives with his family in Dallas, Texas, he is also the author of the "Undead" series.
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The house was laden with teenagers chatting about, dancing, making out, eating, drinking, and doing whatever else teenagers would do at a party.
Grey spotted his friend David who’d delivered him a pizza only a few days ago. He stood in a corner, with a plastic cup his hand, taking a cautious swig here and there with his eyes swiveling about as if he knew he was doing something wrong.
“Hey, David, David! Over here!” Grey called.
Zach spotted some of his fellow future seventh grade friends and left his brothers side, Jake saw some of his punk ‘buddies’ and left Grey’s side with the bohemian Bri in his arms.
Soon, David and Grey where sitting with some of their Goth-like friends, ‘chilling.’
They partied, told corny jokes, and appreciated the closeness to one another.
After all that night Grey choose to drink ginger ale, because he knew he’d have to drive home, because usually at parties, Jake was left incapacitated.
Jake and Bri screamed at Grey from across the room here and there, giving friendly waves as if they all hadn’t ridden in the same car; whilst he dance and sung.
It was past midnight, before Grey knew it, and while David and himself played snip the bottle with a couple of girls. It was one o’ clock in the morning when Grey got to his feet.
Lucky for him, the bottle didn’t land on him once, for David had kissed everyone in the group.
Grey crossed upstairs into the house’s upstairs living area, where Zach and his witchy little friends where drawing a triangle upon the floor, and making gestures in the air with their forefingers.
Grey starred at them blankly before tossing the idea, after all they where still young.
“Zachary, can you tell your lovely little friends ‘good bye’?” Grey asked his younger brother who smirked at his friends, got to his feet and said ‘good bye’ as instructed.
Grey then headed downstairs, where he got Jake and Bri ready to leave; with immense effort because Jake’s breath reeked of intoxicants and he was muttering incoherently.
Naturally, it took a while for Jake to figure out if they where ready to go nor not.
On their way towards the door, after Zach had bounced back upstairs to consult his little friends, an over powering sound silenced all of the occupants of the house.
A sound which sounded to Grey’s ears like the dull roar of an enraged bear.
Grey headed back upstairs to see what Zach was up to, when within the triangle that Zach and friends had drawn, a man with large pupils that showed no whites in his eyes, which was starting to strongly remind him of what he’d seen when he’d driven home from the rental video store was standing in the middle of the triangle, Zach had drawn on the floor with the assistance of his little friends, who’s eyes where now widened with wonder.
The man starred across the room, directly at Grey, with malice written all over his features.
“Witch!” he called in a deep inhuman voice.
“What?” Grey asked in disbelief, maybe Zach’s excavates where going a little too far.
Grey’s eyes instantly where directed to where the man was standing in the triangle, instinctively offering him a sense of security.
Only the sense of security faltered when with the left toe of his boot, he began to slowly, yet diligently erase the triangle.
“Uh, oh I-” Zach stammered.
Zach’s friends now had the look of disbelief amongst their features.
The party was now silent, for all occupants who’d been downstairs, had sought to crowd on the staircase and view whatever was going on upstairs.
Grey turned around to face the group of people, one of the stupidest things he could’ve possibly done; when he was seized by some invisible force and thrown clear across the living room, where his back hit the first floor with a brutal smack.
Grey struggled up, his back throbbing, for he’d failed to brace for the collision.
“Show me your power, witch!” the tall inhuman man with the oddly dilated pupils ordered advancing on Grey.
“Power?” Grey repeated.
“Hey! I didn’t invite you!” some sophomore girl with red pig tales said bravely approaching the scary inhuman looking man.
“Silence!” the inhuman voice rang, and Zach had finally made his way downstairs.
“Zach, no!” Grey yelled.
Bap! (Well, that’s what it sounded like to Grey).
Zach had disappeared from his side.
Bap! Zach reappeared behind the evil dude, and quickly dug a small bottle out of his pocket, opened the bottle and threw some green liquid onto the man, who shrieked like some sort of dieing feline as it burned a visible hole from his back to his front.
The liquid however continued to eat through him, until he was a pile of soup and crushed bones, laying upon the yellow wooden floor, which finally stopped smoking with a blood curdling scream.
Two seconds pause followed.
The ear splitting screams, and thunder like a steed’s hooves upon a race track tore through the air, as each of the teeny-bopper party poppers ran for their lives, everyone apart from the hosts of the party, along with Grey and friends.
After all, since Grey felt that the occurrence was Zach’s fault in one way or the other, he begged his friends to stay behind and help clean up as he tried to process what had recently occurred.
David’s eyes where wide like a deer in headlights, and Bri didn’t look in the least bit surprised; for an air of maturity had seemed to sweep her demeanor. Jake himself was simply drunk and muttering incoherently whilst breaking off into strange fits of laughter.
Zach however moved about with a dustpan in hand as if everything where normal, humming to himself likewise.
“Zach!” Grey said picking a moment, between sweeping up a mixture of confetti and a smoldering bone.
“Uh, you just killed someone,” Grey said with his heart thumping near painfully in his throat, as he seized yet another crackling bone and placed it into the trash bag.
“No, I didn’t,” Zach said calmly.
“I’ve got eyes,” Grey said uncomfortably gesturing to his own grey-blue ones.
“Fiend-Grey-Fiend!” Zach said annoyed.
Grey starred at him blankly.
“You know, like a demon sort of thing? You now?” Zach said.
“You mean mythological things with an extra head?” Grey asked trying to grasp his brothers words as Jake and Bri had stopped cleaning to listen.
Bri, however was still doing a bad job at looking surprised, maybe she knew something, or yet maybe she was drunk.
“Inside,” Zach said.
“Inside, they are demons, but on the outside they look just like you and I. They’re of a different evolutionary branch then we are.”
“So, you just like killed someone’s parent, someone’s son?”
“And, You don’t say that about squirrels you kill in traffic!” Zach snapped.
“Look,” Grey said attempting to prove a point. “Squirrels, are squirrels.”
“And fiends are fiends. You talk about them as if they’re human or something,” Zach said shrugging.
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