[I made this way pretty fast so there might be errors in it. Like always just point it out to me and I will correct them]
I woke up in the air vent with a headache. I always thought of myself as smart, not crazy smart but intelligent enough to get by. I went to college got good grades, medical school was nearby. I was a DnD, anime, and fantasy fan. I believed that if I was reborn, reincarnated or whatever into a world with magic then I would be OP as all hell. I would be like those MC, high talent, basic knowledge and some other crap I would be king or the god of magic.
Wrong…and Halt.
I never felt more dumb in my entire existence of being alive. We couldn't even make it past the fucking alphabets. THE. FUCKING.ALPHABETS. Fucking ABCs, did a 123, on my ass. A nigga couldn't get the letter right. Because apparently each letter had more than one meaning to them. It was either destructive, creative or neutral. Each letter had it, with it being written and sounded different.
OH! And when that shit of an eyeball found out that I couldn't draw very well. It was game on for our lessons. I had to draw, and write the letters so many times my hands hurt. My hands actual..truly fucking hurt.
My letters were either too sharp, too curly or something else. After that that thing had me draw circles…over, and over and over again. Then back to letters, and then circles.
My take on magic is dead, died, gone. My dream of magic god like in elder scrolls or other such games…dead. The big head I got about being smart, also deflated.
As a great rapper once said "Bitch be humble, sit down". I sat my ass straight down. I would rather fight for my life, then go back to that place. At least with fighting you can feel it, feel your muscle move, feel the enemy, the adrenaline, all of it. Learning ABCs…the only thing you feel is how stupid you actually are, and how much your hands hurt, and how much you probably have ADHD.
It frustrated me to know end. I was back at square one. I couldn't fight against the company, couldn't save anyone and couldn't stop the prototype, I wasn't going to be able to kill those monsters anytime soon. All for fucking nothing.
No…its not all for nothing, you are still learning. You can still save people, you can still defeat those demons and monsters. Patience max…patience. You have time, it is still 1993 you have 2 years before the event. You can still do magic, you can still do something. You have gotten physically stronger and better. You can do this. Patience.
I didn't bother writing in my journal for multiple reasons. One my hand fucking hurt, two I didn't want anything to do with a writing utensil or paper anytime soon third and finally I didn't want anyone to know about magic. I didn't want people to learn about magic at all…period. It was dangerous study, not only that but what if I write something down and a backlash happens. I don't want to write a letter and then something blows up in my face. That was behind stupid. So, I decided that the best course of action was to not write anything at all.
If someone found my journal the worst they would say is that either this kid is crazy or that he has a crazy imagination. All point to the final answer of me being crazy. However, you start seeing a journal talking about spell craft, measurements, runs, forumlas and other stuff..well then it might be different.
All it takes is one person to try, and it will be over for me. More over than it already is for me.
Focus.
None of the babies were taken, which was a good thing. Positive thing that I could focus on, was that none of the babies, toddlers or little ones had been taken since I started doing this. The other kids, unfortunately was different. But, I didn't like focusing on the negative, about…my…a…mission failure.
It was easy for humans to feel negative emotions, and get caught up in its weeds. The 'am I good enough' thought can easier become a 'I am, and will always be worthless' thought. Focusing on the positive, and not going too deep in the negative was a coping skill that I had learned after and before my second deployment. It helped, and that is really all that matters.
I made my way out the air vents, and into my room. My bunkmate Xavier saw me got bubbly, bouncing off the walls excited.
"Hey Max. I love that story you told the other day. AND! I saw that thing you made with Sam. It looked ssoo cute. Can I play with it. Can you make me one. You promised you would make stitch right? I want to be the first one. ITS NOT FAIR, that Sam got one first and I didn't. You sleep with me, so I should be the first one."
"Xaiver, buddy, little man. Please be quiet my head hurts, and I promise I will make you one of those Pokémon. AND, I promise I will make you a stitch one too. Okay…pinky promise"
"You better not forget."
God, my head hurt. All that knowledge crammed into my brain. I felt like I did last minute study cramming for a college exam all night. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like for me and my girlfriend to have kids together. Sometimes it was nice to be able to play with the younger kids, talk to the older kids and just be there for them. Other times like today, I knew I was going to be on that struggle bus the whole way through.
It was stupid to compare it, but I felt like I just woke up after getting no sleep. And, my dog decides that now at 4 in FUCKING morning to bark. Realize that outside, and going on a walk would be fun…in 4 in the fucking morning. Worse if its raining, snowing or anything really that isn't a nice cold clean air breeze.
I thought about the dog my mom got, when I was young….I had very mixed feelings about that dog. It was a smaller, tiny dog that bit and barked nonstop. To make it worse he liked the rain, cold weather, and snow. So you better believe that when I had to take that little shit outside we sat in the rain, or in the cold. Him living his best life, and me suffering in silence. He was fluffy and was nice to pick up and gave good hug. So, I guess it worked out…maybe.
I did my usual routine. Greeted and said hi to everyone, got dressed, brushed my teeth and got ready for…school. Uh, My way there I spotted Sam waiting for me. She was surround by girls, who were whispering and talking to her. It didn't look like she was being bullied by them, but Sam`s face kept getting redder and she hid behind her pokemon.
"Hey. Is everything okay here?" I asked the group. The girls turned around, and smiled. Tyler being oldest one about 13 years old stepped up and said
"Yeah, everything is good…BUT! We have to know…are you two boyfriend and girlfriend. OMG are you guys dating, goin get married. If you kiss her, then you will have a baby. Quick Sam don't let him kiss you."
"Wait..no. Its like..you know..we are friends. ONLY friends Tyler, besides that is not how babies are made"
"uh-huh. Babies come from our belly button. When a boy and a girl kiss the baby grows up in the tummy and goes out through the belly button. EVERYONE knows that silly. Also isn't a boyfriend a boy when is friends with a girl? So, you admit that you guys are boyfriend and girlfriend. ALSO…I want one too? The pokemon thingy that sam has, we want one too. OH.OH.RIGHT.RIGHT the stitch doll you promised. We want that too….please."
I couldn't follow the mindset of this girl. Belly button…grows up in….my head.
"Okay..okay fine. I will make you all one. There are going to be like a hundred of –
'squealing sounds'
"PLEASE! Let me finish…thank you. There are a bunch more, and I WILL be talking to the adults about making them for us okay…alright. Now, please go. I don't want to be late..again, and leave Sam out of this boyfriend, girlfriend nonsense"
"Fine. I wasn't even being a meanie about it. I was just curious. Besides what girl`s talk about is what girl`s talk about. No boys or boyfriends!"
"Bye Tyler, come on Sam"
Sam, and I left the group with the girls behind us still talking, and laughing like they had won something special.
"They aren't bully you are being mean to you right?"
"N-no. Tyler is really nice to be, and her friends. Pickachu says that she likes being with them."
"That is nice. I am glad you and Pikachu like them and I am really glad that no one is being a meanie to you."
"They aren't"
When we finally got to our classroom, I had a moment of clarity I forgot to take my medication. And, forget to talk to that quack Dr.Keckler. Well…whatever our 'talks' never did anything for me, and it was mostly just sitting there. So, no harm done.
He did try though I will give him that, but he didn't know or dealt with the things I did and currently am dealing with. How can you relate to someone like that? Not only that, but I knew basic counseling therapy techniques. What was he going to do…talk to me. If I told him, he would say 'that is a nightmare' or something like that. Would probably like most people believe I was batshit crazy.
The only thing we talked about was, how my medication was doing, how I was feeling that day, how I felt about the other kids, and why being violent was wrong. Oh, well. Again not too worried about it.
The school day went on as normal. With our class learning about math, science, language and art class. With that weird ass fucking thing Miss Delight teaching us. God, she gave me the fucking creeps. Made my skin crawl she did.
Lucky for me though the class ended for the day. When we got outside the school, there was a few staff members waiting.
"Hi Max, we would like to introduce you to a few special people."
Were they going to? No…most likely not. I-I did I do too much on those tests. Was I going to be turned? NO…I wouldn't right, they wouldn't and couldn't do it here in daylight. So..why are they wanting me now? What changed?
"Why?" I asked them
"Well. They wanted to talk to you about the contract, and about the toy you and your friend made."
I didn't really have a choice in this..did i? I had my pencils, that I could use a knife if worst comes to worst.
"Okay, but Sam wont be coming with. She didn't help much in making Pikachu"
I could see Sam in the corner of my eye, looking at me. When I finished speaking she put her head down, ran and starting crying. Holding Pikachu the whole way. I felt only slightly bad about hurting her feelings. Better to have a little pain now, then suffer later.
"Lead the way"