Patron’s Discovery

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Disclaimer: I duno-t own stuff, cause I’m in skool.

Author’s note: Damn right I do, I figured you had enough hamsters powering your brain to realize others might have been confused as well. BASK IN MY GOD LIKE POWERS! Hahaha…but seriously- This one is dedicated to you, O’ What’s your face –wink- -wink-

Charlie heaved the boxes, for they seemed to gain weight with each step he took. Sweat ripped screamingly from his pours, as he reached his street.

His legs suddenly gave out five feet from the Brown’s house, right beneath the flickering street light…flickering? No, it grew brighter, humming with power and then suddenly-

BASH

The light exploded in thousands of tiny glass shards down upon Charlie’s head.

“Charlie Bone!” Came the voice of his uncle, as he prowled quickly down the street. Just then, he remembered about his friend and missing dog. Of course, this wasn’t the time for such a mystery.

“Where have you been? You’re aunt and I have been worried sick. Running off-“ Uncle Patron stopped yelling long enough to see that Charlie was down.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, urgently.

“Nothing, could you carry a box, and I’ll tell you everything.” So, Uncle Patron picked up the box that belonged to Maisy with a grunt.

“My, what is in here?” He wondered, as Charlie began to dip into the story of his morning and his afternoon.

The two walked; as Charlie talked through the night to their front poach. His uncle’s long legs provided perfect support for the unnaturally heavy box. He pulled the door open, nodding to Charlie that he was listening.

“I brought the ruffian home, Masie!” He called, as he entered the room, placing the box on the floor.

“Yes, and he better have a very good reason for giving me a few more gray hairs.” His favored grandma trotted up to the group of box carries, her hair looked frizzled and her face a bit upset looking.

“This young man has quiet a story to tell.” Uncle Patron said, standing up with an exaggerated stress noise.

“Oh, really?” She said, sounding in disbelief. “It that my coffee?”” She asked, picking up the box as though it was a feather. “Thank you Charlie dear, you’re cold dinner is on the table if your hungry.”

“Grandma ma-“Patron took Charlie’s shoulder as he went after his Grandma to go explain.

“I’ll tell her.” He said, slowly,”I have something I need to show you.” With that, Uncle Patron stalked off and up the stairs, leaving the bewildered Charlie to go after him.

Half way up the stairs, Charlie remembered his box, he ran back down to go get it. Why was his box so light? Maybe they were photographs? His thoughts mounted as he remounted the stairs and walked into his Uncle’s room.

His Uncle’s room was in a state that was surprisingly cleaner than usual. It was as though he was trying to get organized but gave up half way. Charlie could see half the bed and most of the floor, and there were fewer books upon the floor.

“What do you have to show me, Uncle?” Charlie asked, sitting carefully on the bed.

“Oh…yes, um, a letter came for you, I swear, I didn’t mean to read it, but it had no…” He muttered, pushing books to and fro, looking for the open letter,”Address on the front…so…”

Charlie noticed a fly fly a crossed the room back and forth, as though it was waiting too.

“Here it is!” He gasped, finally pulling it out. The letter was on small and delicate yellow looking paper. Charlie could see though the paper that the writer used red ink.

Charlie took the paper from his Uncle, the fine paper felt old and a bit fur to the touch. His eyes scanned the spidery writing.

Charlie,

With all urgency, I must tell you that I am neither dead nor safe, but in a great hurry to tell you these things so you can keep my Billy safe. With this, I leave you my hopes and pleas that you watch him very carefully these following weeks as I return, for things are afoot.

Sign, You know Who.

“Who?” Charlie tried to remember, and then, slowly, it came back to him. “But, that’s impossible! He fell off a cliff!”

“Stranger things have happened, Charlie.” Uncle Patron said solemnly, taking out a box cuter from a lower shelf. “Don’t cut yourself.” He said, in a monotone-ic voice, tossing the box cutter.

“I’m going to open it in my room, who knows what’ll jump out.”

“Good thinking, yes…yes.” Uncle Patron went back to shuffling though his things.

Charlie bowed out of the room as quietly as he could and opened the door to the explosion that was his room. He was packing for the next week of school, of course, and the Bloor’s castle was extra nippy around this time. Though the snow had mostly melted, Bloor’s had a pesky way of taken in coldness and keeping it. He moved things to there proper place the best he could. Maise would make a big deal out of it in the morning, but for now, he had other matters to attend to.

He sat on his book covered bed, chucking his Algebra book at his book bag, where it landed pitifully next to his garbage can. He gave a small laugh and flipped open the even smaller knife. He stabbed into it, cutting it open.

Tissue paper filled most of the box, Charlie was very disappointed, he was expecting the music box, not (As he rummaged though the box)

a thin bag in paper. He opened the thin bag slowly, taking out a laminated photograph.

As soon his eyes hit the picture, Charlie entered.

The room was large, like a hall. In fact, there was a party going on, with finger foods and frizzy pops on the tables. Charlie found himself standing next to three very pretty girls. They had bleached blond hair, large breast and extra short short skirts. They could have been triplets with they weren’t bad mouthing each other’s parents. He looked around the room; it was clearly a birthday party, and a big one at that.

“At least she could have washed her hair.” One of the girls said, popping her gum.

“I bet you if you ask her, she’ll say she did.” The other one popped.

“Well, let’s find out.” The third replied, standing up, her loose gem studded belt jingled against her waist.

Charlie walked past them, no, floated, he just noticed that he had no body, but could fully move around, was this a new power?

“They’re talking about me.” Said a soft girl’s voice. Well, maybe not soft, just quiet. The girl in question was wearing a pretty blue sweater and a striped scarf and was sitting at the bar next to a larger girl.

The larger girl hushed her and someone shouted “Pictures!”

Yes, this is what Charlie saw before he was sucked in. A happy family gathered together. This was just five seconds of it, once the picture was taken, they all dispersed.

And Charlie should have too, but he found that either he couldn’t not didn’t want to. This picture wasn’t finished with him yet.

He slid into a chair in the far corner as they ate cake and sang to the birthday girl.

Charlie was curious; it was like being a ghost. There was no need to eat, because he wasn’t hungry, or sleepy, because he wasn’t tired.

People were leaving, it was getting dark and snow slowly started to fall. He watched the birthday girl walk out side, flanked by the larger girl. Charlie felt like he was being pulled towards them. He found himself following them out the door.

Three other people followed Charlie and the two girls. Three very pretty people.

Charlie had a good look at the girl in blue’s face and he really wished he didn’t. The winter sky of bright red and dark blue was becoming covered with heavy clouds as the girl was becoming a beast.

“I always knew you were a freak!” Screamed the tallest of the pretty blond girls, as she threw a rock at the beast’s head with force that came from fear.

“No! Stop!” The large girl cried, her leash have on the beast-girl. The werewolf like creature ripped itself from the leather leash and pounced on the rock throwing her. Charlie wanted to scream so hard and so badly it felt like his innards were going to burst.

Her pretty face was soon ripped to shreds, and the white snow that matched her outfit so lovely was blood-red, which clashed with her lipstick.

The two girls screamed, crying hard, as their cousin was feasted upon.

Charlie couldn’t bear the sight, but he wouldn’t have to…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Charlie jerked awake, lifting up his hand to turn off alarm clock. Panic filled him, how long had he stayed there? How could a family that looked so happy have such horrible things happen to them?

And why did it take so long for him to wake up? He looked around his wand, which was in the shape of the moth. It was no where in site. He looked at the clock, only ten minutes until the Blue bus came. Panicking, he quickly packed his bags and attempted to comb his hair. He threw his brush on his unmade bed and raced out of his room.

Patron’s door was open, and the moth rested over the doorway. The fly bounced back and forth, as though trapped in the room. Charlie noted how weird it was, but he was too much of a hurry to really register.

Charlie trampled down the stairs, nearly tripping and falling.

“Well, he’s not dead.” Patron said in a cheerful voice, as he was eating toast.

“Well, he will be if he doesn’t eat. Poor thing, the teenage years are so difficult.” Maise smiled at Charlie, scoping eggs of the scrabbled and bacon bit verity into a wheat-y pita. “There, love.” She passed of his breakfast like a baton in a marathon, and they all exchanged their goodbyes as Charlie plowed out the door.

Long Live the King

The buses stopped in front of the ancient school building as floods of blues, greens, and purples poured into the courtyard.