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Fred, but invisible to the rest of the world.
“Cool.” A grin spread appeared on his face.
Nick tossed around a bean bag, which he loved to do. He kept throwing it from hand to hand while watching a basketball game. Occasionally he would look to the side at his Rod but never too long, as he didn’t want to miss any part of the game. Once the game went into break he took another look over, this time deciding to pick it up.
He stood now with the Rod in his hand thinking about what he was about to do. “I mean, all I have to do is concentrate right?” he said before glancing around his room. He then spotted a Batman action figure from when he was a kid holding a spear of some sort. “That’s it,” he shouted and closed his eyes.
Slowly, he let everything in his mind go blank. He blocked out the sound of the game and focused only on the spear. Once getting the spear into his mind he began willing the Rod to change. After a few seconds of straining, Nick let out a breath. Then the Rod shined so bright the whole room lit up. Nick almost let go but he was afraid it would break. He covered his eyes with his free hand as the light shined so bright the windows lit up.
Once finished it became the very thing he imagined. The staff was long and thin. The greenish bottom matched with the blackish middle and the steel white top. A extra hook coming out of the tip. The pole seemed to fit his grip perfectly; the staff was neither cold nor hot. It was almost four feet tall. Nick felt scared, excited, nervous, and surprised all at once.
He twirled it around. It went in perfect motion with his hand. He almost dropped it but grabbed it with his other hand and swung it. It knocked over his alarm clock which smashed on the floor. He jumped back. “Damn. That cost twenty dollars.” He laughed. He took a long hard look at the spear. “If this can actually be real then...” he started and looked towards his bedroom door. He knew his father wouldn't be home till well after eleven. Another late night at work. “It's time to take out a few monsters.”
Fred reached his destination, still playing around with being invisible. He saw a guy pull over on the road before he got to the address. He slammed his hands on the hood of the car. The guy inside jumped and hit his head on the roof while Fred got a good laugh. “If I’m invisible, then will this thing see me?” he wondered as he reached the exact street the Unknown would show itself on. “Of course it will. It's in this realm isn't it? It's not in our realm. Otherwise people would have seen these things too.”
The night was beautiful. The moon was up and the whole sky looked bright. Fred walked around the front yard of the first house on the street he was supposed to be on. He looked around but it was empty. A bunch of parked cars along the side walk. A broken mail box on the forth house a little farther down the street. A screaming household across from him. A flickering green light on the end of the street. Yet not a monster in sight.
“Did I read the address wrong? No way. I looked at it like four times. This is the place. It has to be,” he thought to himself while looking around some more. He went into the back yards of the houses. He saw one or two pools but again, everything was empty. He began to get annoyed. “They want me to go hunting but there's nothing to actually hunt,” shouting as he knew no one could hear him.
He looked back towards the alleyway entrance that leads to the backyard. He began making his way there when he caught a motion. It was quick and blended in with the darkness from the alleyway. “Who's there?”, but no answer came from the pitch darkness. “Listen, come out. I got an army of people to hunt you down. It's best you just come out now and give up!” he shouted into the alleyway. “Do monsters even speak English? Do they even speak?” Thoughts flushed through his mind as he kept his eyes on the light-less alleyway in front of
“Cool.” A grin spread appeared on his face.
Nick tossed around a bean bag, which he loved to do. He kept throwing it from hand to hand while watching a basketball game. Occasionally he would look to the side at his Rod but never too long, as he didn’t want to miss any part of the game. Once the game went into break he took another look over, this time deciding to pick it up.
He stood now with the Rod in his hand thinking about what he was about to do. “I mean, all I have to do is concentrate right?” he said before glancing around his room. He then spotted a Batman action figure from when he was a kid holding a spear of some sort. “That’s it,” he shouted and closed his eyes.
Slowly, he let everything in his mind go blank. He blocked out the sound of the game and focused only on the spear. Once getting the spear into his mind he began willing the Rod to change. After a few seconds of straining, Nick let out a breath. Then the Rod shined so bright the whole room lit up. Nick almost let go but he was afraid it would break. He covered his eyes with his free hand as the light shined so bright the windows lit up.
Once finished it became the very thing he imagined. The staff was long and thin. The greenish bottom matched with the blackish middle and the steel white top. A extra hook coming out of the tip. The pole seemed to fit his grip perfectly; the staff was neither cold nor hot. It was almost four feet tall. Nick felt scared, excited, nervous, and surprised all at once.
He twirled it around. It went in perfect motion with his hand. He almost dropped it but grabbed it with his other hand and swung it. It knocked over his alarm clock which smashed on the floor. He jumped back. “Damn. That cost twenty dollars.” He laughed. He took a long hard look at the spear. “If this can actually be real then...” he started and looked towards his bedroom door. He knew his father wouldn't be home till well after eleven. Another late night at work. “It's time to take out a few monsters.”
Fred reached his destination, still playing around with being invisible. He saw a guy pull over on the road before he got to the address. He slammed his hands on the hood of the car. The guy inside jumped and hit his head on the roof while Fred got a good laugh. “If I’m invisible, then will this thing see me?” he wondered as he reached the exact street the Unknown would show itself on. “Of course it will. It's in this realm isn't it? It's not in our realm. Otherwise people would have seen these things too.”
The night was beautiful. The moon was up and the whole sky looked bright. Fred walked around the front yard of the first house on the street he was supposed to be on. He looked around but it was empty. A bunch of parked cars along the side walk. A broken mail box on the forth house a little farther down the street. A screaming household across from him. A flickering green light on the end of the street. Yet not a monster in sight.
“Did I read the address wrong? No way. I looked at it like four times. This is the place. It has to be,” he thought to himself while looking around some more. He went into the back yards of the houses. He saw one or two pools but again, everything was empty. He began to get annoyed. “They want me to go hunting but there's nothing to actually hunt,” shouting as he knew no one could hear him.
He looked back towards the alleyway entrance that leads to the backyard. He began making his way there when he caught a motion. It was quick and blended in with the darkness from the alleyway. “Who's there?”, but no answer came from the pitch darkness. “Listen, come out. I got an army of people to hunt you down. It's best you just come out now and give up!” he shouted into the alleyway. “Do monsters even speak English? Do they even speak?” Thoughts flushed through his mind as he kept his eyes on the light-less alleyway in front of
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