23 February 2013
The rain echoed in the distance, a morose, mournful sound. As always, life in the High North is rushed, hushed, and secretive. In New York, it's easy to keep secrets. I would know. I have a huge one myself.
The car door slammed shut, and I jumped a mile. I had been reading my Kindle, and about two pages in I get easily transported to that other world i so desperately crave, the one true place I belong.
"Dan, it's starting." I looked up, at the almost blue sky, and think silently to myself,
"What contest in hell did I win to deserve such monotony?" Then I walk up to the school's doors, and steel myself for the senior prom. If only it had ended peacefully.
The car sped off, it's back tires squealing like a pig being slaughtered mercilessly. Two male Diviners, one tall and thin, the other short, black haired and quite plump, were arguing about a Planting gone wrong.
"WHAT! You blame Me for this? That is such bullshit, Vlad and you damn well know that!" Vlad swerved as a bird neared their windshield.
"Christ man, drive right will ya? It's bad enough one person died already!" Vlad closed his eyes and his hair changed color from a russet brown to a coal black. This happened whenever he was angry. That wasn't often. As Vlad careened the beater around the corner, they neared their destination : quest high school, and It was their prom night.
"Okay so, here's the plan; we go in, grab the kid, and run before Anton notices the real guys dead. Understand?" Vlad nodded quickly, and they morphed into a seemingly normal parental couple. Things were about to get ugly fast. They had to act quickly.
As they entered the high school, all Hell had broken loose.
Daniel Patter. The Water Cure • Opuss № I