Prayce awoke with a start. The images that swirled around in his mind shuddered and ceased as he regained consciousness. The memories if the past nights dreams seemed to shun the light. Groggily, as he had done almost every morning since these dreams had begun, he tried to hold on to the images that dissolved in his head. Slowly his eyes cracked open and then quickly shut. A ray of light made the room burn white as he opened his eyes with finality, remembering what day it was. The room around him swirled and focused. His room lay in the same organized disarray that it always seemed to be in. Sports memorabilia and posters covered the shelves of his desk and the walls. A fine layer of dust covering almost every one of his discarded trophies. Slowly he turned to his back and stretched out his arms and legs, awakening the sleep-ridden muscles. He groaned as the sinews stretched and released their sleep caused stiffness. He sat-up this time, twirling his body so that his feet the tile floor. A shiver ran up his spine as the cool tiles made contact with his warm skin. He shuddered as his body tried to fight off the cold of coming months.
Days of playing soccer with the sickly-sweet tang of freshly cut grass in your nose, and the acid bite of a cup of ice cold lemonade on a warm day. These are the memories that he would cherish the most of the past summer. The warm months had begun to fade and Prayce found himself grudging the thought of the day ahead. The first day of school was the almost as hard as the last. With nothing to o but listen to the same droning messages of grade requirements and syllabi. Prayce's first two years of high school had been strangely uneventful. With little more action than a stint in the play-offs in both soccer and baseball. He had been the school’s new prodigy ever since he first stepped on both fields. Again he stretched and started moving towards the door to the hallway. With the lights off and little light escaping the closed blinds, Prayce could see almost nothing. Pain shot up his leg and he cursed, as he stubbed his toe on the wooden desk next to the door.
Slowly he walked down the hallway and stopped by the linen closet to grab a towel. The house seemed eerily empty as he walked to the bathroom adjacent to him. With no smell of a promising breakfast or the tell-tale signs of life as his father started the day. He had always taken short showers, not feeling the need to linger under the hot water. Sheets of scalding water cascaded around his body. The sweat that caked his body, as it usually did after a night of dark dreams, disappeared along with Prayce's apprehension. The eerie feeling left his as he turned off the shower, dried and returned to his room. He laughed softly as he noticed the clothes that his mother had laid out for him. New, clean and, by the look of them, expensive. With his father a high-class lawyer and his mother a Real Estate agent he had always been know as one of the rich kids.
Images of his friends flicked through his mind as he put on the clothes. He perked up at the thought of seeing them at school that day. The times they had shared in the past years had been some of the best in his life. Being considered a jock didn’t suit Prayce, so he also maintained a perfect grade point average and had taken a liking to many of his fellow peers in upper level classes. His emerald green eyes flashed as a stream of light from in between his blinds struck his eyes. He walked over to the window, pulled up the blinds and opened his window fully revealing the early morning. The cold light that entered his room reflected off the lightly yellow leaves of beech trees. The leaves had just begun to turn not long before. Maine during autumn was a sight to behold. The world changing around him filled Prayce with a sense of wonder. Awed by the splendor of changing seasons Prayce turned away from the window.
As his vision returned completely he jumped back and a note of surprise escaped his lips. A man clad in an all-black jumpsuit and a cloak stood in front of him. The jumpsuit was comprised of a form fitting shirt and a pair of tight conforming pants. Prayce could see formidable muscles rippling under that all of that black material. Images conjured from many dreams he had experienced containing this man rose in his mind. A shiver ran up his back, mot one of surprise, but of utter shock. The pieces slowly began falling into place as he remembered all of the many He opened his mouth to speak but the intruder spoke before even the slightest noise was uttered.
"Hello, Prayce," the intruder said, accentuating every syllable. Then he chuckled as he saw the expression on the young man's face. "It is nice to finally be able to talk to you."
"Who are you!?" the words came out with more gusto than Prayce, or the man, expected.
"I am a guardian angel sent to guide you to the path of righteousness." At first the words came cleanly and with as much conviction as the man could muster. Then, he burst out laughing. "My name is Michael, Michael Texton, most people call me Tex."
"Ok… Tex… How did you get in my room?" The notes of confusion and speculation filled the question, but there it was the underlying bitter-sweet taste of fear. There always was. It was understandable, to be alone one second to find out that you never truly where. There was no time to explain.
"You will learn soon enough. Now, I have come to extend an invitation to you. One, which will ultimately alter the course of your whole existence. I have come to ask you to join the people who I represent and am a part of, The ShadowWalkers. A select group of people chosen from the millions around the world. Chosen because of a gift imparted by God at birth." That was as much as he could say with the time that he would let himself stay.
"What do you mean? I don't have any special gifts imparted by God at birth," the last part of the phrase clearly mocking in nature, "I am a normal teen. Who in the hell are you and what are you doing in my room. MOM! DAD!"
"There is no one here but us Prayce," how Tex hated when they acted like this, which they always did. Reality was a hard pill to swallow. "It is just me and you. It always was." He had added the last part to shake him up. Of course the boy had grown up with real experiences, but his “parents” would go on living their meaningless lives without a thought for their precious boy. He would learn that soon enough, just as he had, so very long ago. The fire inside of him squelched momentarily.
"What do you mean?" Prayce's voice rose past the point of anger. That sickly sweet stench of emotion filled the room. "They were just here last night. I saw them." Water welled up in Prayce's eyes as the eerie feeling returned. It seemed to fill the void that had opened in his heart so long ago. "What are you crazy or something!?"
"Only as crazy as the one who is talking to someone that is not there," and with that he took one step back and vanished. Prayce walked towards his bed and slumped down into his mattress. His body again caked with the cold sweat of biter forgotten dreams.
Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:53 pm by 
Subject: A Piece of Writing... 
good job so far ^^
