10Hello, everybody! starforcebigbang here with another story! I'm breaking this one into longer and more chapters this time, and I'll update every two weeks (or I might be lazy and extend it).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the locations myself.
And by the way...I know one of my character names isn't exactly original.
Beijing, China
Yosemite Villa, Section C
Apartment Building 3, Part 1, Floor 3, Unit 301
Third Bedroom
Bonk. "Oof."
Flump. "Whassgoinon?"
I woke up. After my head had hit the hardwood floor of my bedroom, my body followed, and then the blankets. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, driving the crumbs away from them. Yawning, I managed to get untangled from the spider web that was my blankets. I tossed the blankets messily onto the bed and turned to my five-foot tall, light-brown skinned, emerald-eyed, black-haired self in the closet mirror.
My name is Kirisaki Eins. 13 years old. I live in Beijing China, Shunyi district, and go to the International School of Beijing. The current year is 2022. Technology hasn't made such a huge leap since a decade ago, but the completion of the world's first supercomputer is something to note. The supercomputer, dubbed as The Phoenix, is the core of the new government of Earth-the Earth Federation. Five years ago, all of the nations of Earth got together in America and had a big conference to form a new government. This was all part of a plan to avoid any future wars. And it worked. After that, for five whole years, not a single war has broken out. No rebels rose up against their country. Criminal activity also dwindled down, although it still existed. Military tech made a leap, though. Soldiers, whose numbers were also shrinking, wore lightweight armor and helmets with built-in visor-screens and communication screens. It was cheap, it looked heroic (good for assuring the civilians), and it worked.
I yawned widely and pushed the sliding door to the right, revealing my closet. After changing out of my pajamas into a pair of black track pants and a jet-black t-shirt, I put on my golden wire-framed glasses, strapped on my watch, and slipped my (old) 6th-gen iPod Touch into my pocket. After gearing up, I turned the door handle and pulled the (mahogany?) wooden door open.
Scratching from the closed-deck doors caught my attention. I looked at the small, female, Labrador-Chihuahua mix dog with butter-colored fur and brown eyes. Margarine. She leapt up on the glass windows, scrabbling away at the glass, begging to get out of the deck and run around on the slippery wooden floor.
"Ok, ok," I chuckled. I padded over to the large, glass doors and slid the left half open. She immediately dashed out into the living room, her claws scrabbling on the wooden floor. I followed her while yawning again, stretching my arms out of their sleep.
Our apartment wasn't too big or too small. It had a living room, kitchen, and three bedrooms. My parents' and sister's bedrooms each had their own private bathrooms, while I had to trek a perilous journey to relieve myself. The floor was all the same except in the kitchen and bathrooms, where the floor was cold, white tile.
I padded silently across the room, while Margarine scrabbled not-so-quietly on the slippery floor, sliding to a stop and crashing into the table legs. I chuckled, and grabbed a box of plain cereal off of the counter. Ten minutes later, I had polished off a bowl of cereal.
After going through my daily morning routine (washing up, packing the bag, feeding and putting away Margarine), I hefted my bag over my right shoulder and checked my watch.
7:30 A.M.
I unlocked the apartment door and walked through, taking care to lock the door on the outside before proceeding to punch the down button of the elevator. The elevator rumbled up the shaft and the door parted, revealing the musty elevator car. The mirror walls reflected my every movements, and the plaster floor was covered by carpet. Lights in the ceiling shined down artificial rays of warmth, and a security camera in the corner trained its eye throughout the car.
I stepped in and turned, the door closing with a quiet hiss behind me, and pressed the button labeled 1. The elevator slowly slid down on the cable. When the door parted again, they revealed the first floor, a small corridor with a magnet-activated lock system for the building's glass door. I walked to the door and pressed a switch which popped back. A dull click could be heard as the magnet of the door deactivated, granting access and escape. I threw my shoulder on the heavy door and heaved it open into the small "lobby" of the building-a cold room with tiled floor, the building's mailbox, and hard stone walls. I walked through the small room and opened the building's doors, while slipping on my thin gloves.
The outside spring-morning wind blasted me, slicing me like a combat knife, and making me shiver. I quickly stepped down the stairs and to the right, where my bike was locked, waiting for its daily bike to school.
I pushed the key into the bike's coil-style lock, letting it release its iron-like grip on the bike, and pulled the bike out of the "bike parking" space.
The wind whipped past me as I pedaled through the streets of Yosemite Section C, passing the grey, dreary houses and apartments, along with the trees that were beginning to go through the stage of rebirth, slowly growing leaves again on their cold, winter-battered branches.
Nearing the gate to the outside streets, my mind wandered to the events of yesterday. I had had an argument with my best friend and near-girlfriend, Feldt Haley. We had yelled at each other because she had thought that I didn't care for her anyway. Though don't ask me why, I was trying to hold her hand all day.
I had known Feldt since…first grade? Yeah, that sounded about right. We had always been great friends, constantly having sleepovers, dinner together, and being study partners. And I had started…to develop feelings for her.
I biked past the small security office and through the school gates, turning onto the greenish track material path meant for bikers, instead of the red one for walkers, which were separated by a low metal fence. I then passed the delivery station of the school on the first floor, and rode onto the smooth concrete of the large school sidewalk, passing the outdoor basketball court, and finally arriving at the large number of bike spaces, sheltered under blue plastic awnings. I slid off of the bike and locked it, pulling open the heavy doors and spinning the key's ring on my finger.
I continued to think about Feldt as I trudged through the tiled hallway into the high-ceiling corridors. What should I say? What should I do? Should I even do anything at all? These questions swirled through my head like debris in a hurricane, making a low buzz that started to get on my nerves.
I continued to go up the long flight of stairs to the eighth grade corridor, passing the second floor doors and continuing up onto the hallway that I had gotten used to so much. The bluish-grayish floors, the light yellow walls, and the grey-paneled ceiling, along with the dirty-white lockers that dominated the walls. Blue bulletin boards were scattered on the walls here and there. The hallway was empty and silent.
I was early, as usual.
I walked down to the other end of the hallway, where my locker, number 3618, resided. Stepping in front of it, I rose my hand and turned the locker combination, turning the last rotation to the right with a satisfying click. Pulling the door open, it revealed…
A very messy locker, with papers strewn throughout. It looked like an incredibly small cyclone had ravaged the small metal box.
I ignored the (usual) mess and pulled my backpack off of my shoulders, unzipped it, and emptied the textbooks, binders, laptop, and lunch. The locker was soon occupied with a slanted row of books and folders, and the top was filled with a grey jacket and lunchbox.
7:50 A.M.
The hallway was starting to fill up now. A few of the people in different homerooms started to appear at the end and walk to their lockers.
The moment of truth arrived – Feldt arrived at the end of the hall. I sucked in a quick breath.
Feldt was a pretty girl. She had a slender build and pale-ish skin, with raven-black hair and electrifying sapphire eyes. She wasn't too tall, or too short. She also was pretty smart, too. She wasn't the smartest in the grade, or the dumbest either. She was somewhere in the middle. Just what I like. Not the best or worst, but tehe on in the middle. Today she was wearing a light pink jacket over a white shirt, and a pair of white pants that were wide around the bottom.
She walked up to me. Everyone around us was staring, wanting to see most likely what they thought was the confrontation of the century.
She crossed her arms when she stopped in front of me.
"Good morning, Kirisaki," she said flatly.
I gulped. Her eyes were drilling me like jackhammers through dirt.
"Good morning to you, as well," I said, while bowing my head a bit.
No one scoffed at this. That was because I had a very noble-like personality – I would bow a bit to anyone when I greeted them. I would comment people. I would also make careful observations of strange phenomena.
She decided to get straight to the point. "I'm starting to doubt whether you really like me as a friend or something closer." She said.
More people started to crowd around.
"Feldt…" I started.
"Don't say anything," she spat out venomously. I recoiled from the tone of her voice.
"Ok, ok, ok…"
She immediately turned around and headed off to class, leaving me to stare at her retreating back and to deal with all of the nosy people.
Lunch, 12:30 P.M., Cafeteria
My friends had left me alone for the better part of the day from my request so that I could think about what to say to Feldt. But after about four hours of racking my brain, I had no such luck.
I was in the large tree outside of the cafeteria, where tables and chairs sat below. It was a relatively young tree - about two years old – but still tall, with many branches.
I slowly chewed on my tuna sandwich as I thought about Feldt. Feldt was normally a kind and caring girl, being very empathetic and worrisome for others. However, if someone ever made her angry or sad, she could turn into a dangerous snake.
I soon spotted her pushing open the heavy door and walking out, slipping her right arm through her jacket. I lowered myself down from the tree and stood, waiting for her. She passed me without a second glance.
I began to walk a bit behind her, while saying, "Feldt, please, just listen to me-"
"I'm not listening to you!" she snarled viciously, turning around and glaring at me with hate in her eyes. "I know you like Violet!"
"Violet?" Violet was another girl in our homeroom – her favorite color was purple. She was rather quiet, too.
"Why would I like Violet?" I shot back. "She's too quiet! And hardly as pretty as-"
I never got to finish my sentence. But this time it wasn't Feldt who cut me off.
Something…landed in the middle of the artificial soccer fields, creating a huge crater and an explosion, kicking up huge clouds of dust.
I covered my face with my right arm and stood my ground, topping dangerously that I almost fell.
Feldt shrieked in fright, and I stepped in front of her to block the raging winds that were trying to push us back.
The dust cloud and winds finally settled down. I lowered my arm and looked at the new crater.
What I saw changed my life.
There was a humanoid figure…was it a human? He was covered head to foot in slim, pearl-white armor with simple, roundish designs. Mounted on his head was a helmet with a single backwards-facing fin that protruded out of the top of his head, and a triangular visor made of light blue glass completely obscured his face. A sword was grasped in the imprisonment of his right hand, donning a long, straight, white blade, and a guard-less silver handle.
"What…is that thing?" I asked in awe.
"K…K…Kirisaki…" I heard Feldt stammer fearfully.
I looked over at her and gasped. The color had completely drained from her face and she was shaking uncontrollably. Her lips were losing their color fast, and they trembled.
"Feldt…" I pulled her into my arms. She curled up like a ball and rested her head on my chest, not taking her eyes off of the strange white warrior. I could feel the shaking in her body transfer a bit to me – it felt like she had a severe cold and was shivering uncontrollably.
The white warrior looked around – well, it seemed to look around; it was turning its head…at the damage it had caused and the surprised and frightened students and teachers by the tables and chairs. His head seemed to stop in my direction, and I froze. It began to slowly walk towards us. I suddenly realized that I was shaking along with Feldt.
When it stopped in front of us, it looked down at the two of us. Then, without warning, it grabbed me by my sweater and tossed me over its shoulder. I landed on the turf back-first, and my spine seared with the pain of such a strong impact.
"Agh!" I cried out in pain.
I heard a bloodcurdling scream.
Feldt was being held in the air by the neck by the white warrior's left hand. Her legs kicked and kicked his armor over and over again, trying to get him to let go, but she was making no progress whatsoever.
I watched in horror as …it…rose its right arm, ready to bring down the sword to kill my beloved Feldt. She stopped screaming, and I could see her eyes, nearly bulging out of her head, tracing the tip of the blade.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the death of the one I cared for most. But then…something inside of me clicked…I saw hundreds of memories flowing through my mind – dinner, studying…and all of those nostalgic, memorable moments between us.
And then the blade started to come down.
"Feldt!"
Ok, guys. Hope you liked the beginning of this story. I'm going to take it…maybe a long way.
Please R&R! And if you do, I'll promise that I won't stop writing!
-starforcebigbang