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Authors: Ian W. Sainsbury
Tags: Science-Fiction, adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genetic engineering, Superhero, Superheroes, Metaphysical & Visionary, first contact
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bed that afternoon, eyes closing, Seb decided he was finally ready to ask Melissa out. Their conversations had drifted to the subject of romance recently, and Seb knew that Melissa didn't have a boyfriend. A sci-fi feature was playing at Cap House (no one could remember the real name of the shabby movie theater two blocks away) and he was going to ask her to go with him. His stomach was in knots, but he was ready. He would ask her tomorrow morning.
He smiled and opened his eyes. Jack Carnavon stood over him, a nasty self-satisfied smirk on his face. Seb sat up against his headboard and closed his book. Jack sat down on the end of the bed. He reached over and picked up the book.
"Poetry?" he said, and laughed humorlessly. "You're just such a sensitive soul, Seb. I bet your suffer from inner torments. Don't tell me, no one understands you, right?" Despite knowing the cliche would apply to any 15-year old, Seb still felt the sting of an accurate taunt. Jack examined the cover of the book.
"Philip Larkin?" he said. "Looks like a fag." He read a little of the blurb on the back. "A British fag, too. Thought poets were meant to be sexy. This guy looks like a librarian." Seb considered telling Jack that Larkin was, in fact, a librarian, but decided any attempt to educate him would be wasted. He just patiently held out his hand for the book and waited until Jack returned it.
"What do you want, Jack?" said Seb, putting the book in his locker.
"Hey, why do I have to want something," said Jack. "Can't I just hang out with my buddy? Haven't seen so much of you lately. Me and the guys miss you, is all."
"Yeah, well, sometimes I just don't feel too sociable," said Seb. He didn't want to spend any more time in Jack's company than was necessary, but there was no point in antagonizing him. In less than a year, Jack would turn 18 and have to leave St. Benet's. Seb could wait him out. After all, how much damage could he do in such a short time?
Jack stood and looked at Seb, that false smile still on his face. "Ok, pal, that's your choice," he said. "Guess we've got to respect that. But you're missing a bunch of fun." He walked to the doorway, then turned back.
"Speaking of fun," he said, "you checked out that redhead from St. Catherine's? She's some piece, ain't she?"
Seb felt the color rise to his cheeks and his heart rate rise. Melissa was the only girl with red hair - a gorgeous, deep auburn. "Don't think I know who you mean," he said, feigning a yawn.
"Oh?" said Jack. "Someone said they saw you talking to her. Must have been mistaken, I guess." He opened the door to leave.
"Um, what about her?" said Seb, hating himself for being drawn so easily, but incapable of not asking the question.
"Oh, nothing much," said Jack. "Just got talking to her myself today. Melissa - that's her name. Tidy little body, great eyes. Surprised you don't know her. Anyway, I asked her out tonight."
Seb had always assumed the expression 'his blood ran cold' was a gothic exaggeration that had nothing to do with real life. Not any more.
"The Sisters think I'm taking her to a ball game," said Jack, the smirk on his face never touching the cold eyes that were locked on Seb's. He laughed. "They're so easy to play. Thought I might take her to a bar or two, find out how many drinks it takes before I can get into those tight jeans of hers. What an ass on that girl! Gotta go now, enjoy your fag poetry."
Seb clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms to stop him shouting in rage as the door closed softly behind Jack. To his shame, his first thought hadn't been concern for Melissa's safety, but why the hell did she say yes?
Chapter 8
Present day
The sun hung low and pale in a winter sky. Frost-held grass crunched under his feet as he walked toward the water. On either side, ancient trees, dark, silhouetted and austere, their branches a bold typeface on the blank fog. Geese broke from the surface of the pond ahead in a flurry of purposeful
He smiled and opened his eyes. Jack Carnavon stood over him, a nasty self-satisfied smirk on his face. Seb sat up against his headboard and closed his book. Jack sat down on the end of the bed. He reached over and picked up the book.
"Poetry?" he said, and laughed humorlessly. "You're just such a sensitive soul, Seb. I bet your suffer from inner torments. Don't tell me, no one understands you, right?" Despite knowing the cliche would apply to any 15-year old, Seb still felt the sting of an accurate taunt. Jack examined the cover of the book.
"Philip Larkin?" he said. "Looks like a fag." He read a little of the blurb on the back. "A British fag, too. Thought poets were meant to be sexy. This guy looks like a librarian." Seb considered telling Jack that Larkin was, in fact, a librarian, but decided any attempt to educate him would be wasted. He just patiently held out his hand for the book and waited until Jack returned it.
"What do you want, Jack?" said Seb, putting the book in his locker.
"Hey, why do I have to want something," said Jack. "Can't I just hang out with my buddy? Haven't seen so much of you lately. Me and the guys miss you, is all."
"Yeah, well, sometimes I just don't feel too sociable," said Seb. He didn't want to spend any more time in Jack's company than was necessary, but there was no point in antagonizing him. In less than a year, Jack would turn 18 and have to leave St. Benet's. Seb could wait him out. After all, how much damage could he do in such a short time?
Jack stood and looked at Seb, that false smile still on his face. "Ok, pal, that's your choice," he said. "Guess we've got to respect that. But you're missing a bunch of fun." He walked to the doorway, then turned back.
"Speaking of fun," he said, "you checked out that redhead from St. Catherine's? She's some piece, ain't she?"
Seb felt the color rise to his cheeks and his heart rate rise. Melissa was the only girl with red hair - a gorgeous, deep auburn. "Don't think I know who you mean," he said, feigning a yawn.
"Oh?" said Jack. "Someone said they saw you talking to her. Must have been mistaken, I guess." He opened the door to leave.
"Um, what about her?" said Seb, hating himself for being drawn so easily, but incapable of not asking the question.
"Oh, nothing much," said Jack. "Just got talking to her myself today. Melissa - that's her name. Tidy little body, great eyes. Surprised you don't know her. Anyway, I asked her out tonight."
Seb had always assumed the expression 'his blood ran cold' was a gothic exaggeration that had nothing to do with real life. Not any more.
"The Sisters think I'm taking her to a ball game," said Jack, the smirk on his face never touching the cold eyes that were locked on Seb's. He laughed. "They're so easy to play. Thought I might take her to a bar or two, find out how many drinks it takes before I can get into those tight jeans of hers. What an ass on that girl! Gotta go now, enjoy your fag poetry."
Seb clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms to stop him shouting in rage as the door closed softly behind Jack. To his shame, his first thought hadn't been concern for Melissa's safety, but why the hell did she say yes?
Chapter 8
Present day
The sun hung low and pale in a winter sky. Frost-held grass crunched under his feet as he walked toward the water. On either side, ancient trees, dark, silhouetted and austere, their branches a bold typeface on the blank fog. Geese broke from the surface of the pond ahead in a flurry of purposeful
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