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I wrote this at work on my lunch break cause i was bored and had time to kill. if you read it and like it, cool. if not, cool.

“So, you’re saying that this book mysteriously appeared this morning? In you room? With nothing to show for it besides the actual book itself? And you expect me to believe this?” “Yes, yes you are.” “And you wonder why people still stuff you in garbage cans.” My aroma challenged friend here is known as Twitch, real name Anthony Redding. He got the name Twitch from the fact that he twitches when he gets excited, as he is now. “Don’t you see Mat, this is a sign! Something big is happening and we are going to be part of it!” “A dog shitting on your lawn is a sign. This is just a little weird.” Before I go any further, I should introduce myself. My name is Mathew Fields. Most people call me Mat and that’s how I like it. Now what has gotten my friend excited was the large leather bound book between us. It’s normal besides the fact that it’s written in some strange language I can’t read and, according to Twitch, just appeared in his locked room over night. ‘Its not just weird, man. It’s not normal. Some might say paranormal.” He says this last one with a very stupid grin. I forgot to mention that he has this little obsession with the paranormal (small like the Atlantic is damp). His dog died when he was ten and he swore that he saw the ghost of his dead dog in his backyard. He really loved that dog. “Look, somebody probably put it in there when you were asleep. Like, oh I don’t know your parents for example?” “Can’t happen. I lock my room every night. Nobody gets in or out without me knowing” “Your sister picks the lock and steals money from behind the bookshelf. Sorry dude thought you knew. That’s why she always has some new clothes and s**t.” “That b***h! That’s my car fund and she’s using it to look like the slut that she is! And she’s not my ******** sister!” as you can tell, family love is not really important to him. His mother got divorced and remarried to a guy named Randy. He in turn has his own kid, Mary. They moved in after the marriage and s**t has gone down hill since then. “Whatever. My point is that she could have put it in there to ******** with you. And, I might add, its working.” “Not possible. This thing is ancient and the b***h throws s**t out after a month or two. This means that it wasn’t her. Besides, where would she get something like this? If it’s not in the mall, it doesn’t exist to her. And they don’t sell stuff like this at Hot Topic.” He had a point. The book was huge, ancient and definitely foreign. The cover was completely bare except for a strange symbol splashed across the front. When you flipped it open, the real age of the book showed through. The pages were made of real papyrus, not fake parchment that you can buy from fake new age stores. The writing was in an ink that had a strange shimmering effect that blurred in and out depending on the angle that you looked at it. Lastly, the writing was not in a language that looked even faintly familiar. Most of it was symbols and lines, kind of like some kind of calligraphy. But some looked like the Standard English alphabet (if it was written by a five yr. old after his first bong hit). “Oh, I almost forgot. This was next to the book when I got up this morning. It looked kind of cool, so I was goanna keep it.” Twitch pulled out what looked like a normal old fashion pocket watch on a silver chain. But when he opened it up, you saw that it was far from normal. The face had no visible numbers but had about 17 symbols like that in the book. Also, it had three hands instead of the usual two moving at different speeds. “It’s weird. The thing didn’t work right away. Thought it was broken at first. Then it kicked on and hasn’t stopped since. Check out the little one, its freaking out!” he was right. The littlest had been moving faster than the other two. It hit a solid rotation about every 7 seconds. “That is weird. But not paranormal weird. Just weird. Give it here, I want to see something.” As Twitch handed it to me, I got the feeling that something wasn’t right. You know the feeling. The one where it feels like your stomach just dropped out from under you. But it was too late. The second that the watch touched my hand, I was gone. Lights out, darkness surrounding me and nothing but the feeling like Hell just rose up to meet me.

“Is he alright? He’s been out for hours now and the doctor hasn’t said anything.” “Nothing is wrong. Apparently, he just passed put and hasn’t woken up yet. So much for modern medical practice. Did you know not to long ago that doctors drilled into the skull to actually see what’s wrong?” this got my a** up in a hurry. “Twitch, if you ever say that again, I will hurt you.” ‘Oh, thank you lord, he’s awake. Anthony, go get the nurse. Are you alright baby?” the only person alive that calls Twitch by his real name is my mother (even his parents call him Twitch). Gabriel Stone-Fields was never a woman to get anxious or nervous or even scared. This is the woman who raised me by herself from when I was ten when my father left us with no money and an over due car payment. Even then she never said a bad word about him (I supplied most of them for her). She worked two jobs to put me through school and still had the time to put the fear of God into me. This was a woman to never take lightly. Now, to see her on the verge of tears, it is probably one of the most frightening things I’ve ever seen. “Its o.k. mom. I’m fine. I just passed out, that’s all.” “Just passed out my a**! You were out for more than six hours! You had me scared out of my mind! What the hell did you do?!” “I didn’t do anything. Me and twitch were hanging out at the house. The next thing I know, he’s talking bout drilling into my head and you’re yelling at me. Where am I?” “You my little friend are in a hospital room with your loving mother and one devoted, but hyper friend. Hi, I’m Dr. Alcom.” I look over at the door and see this old man standing there looking self satisfied and in a lab coat. Did I mention I hate doctors? “What’s wrong with him doctor? Was it something serious?” leave it to mom to get to the bottom of something in no time at all. “Nothing really seemed to be the problem to tell the truth. From his test work, he’s a healthy 18 yr. old with nothing in his system that shouldn’t be there.” Nice way to say I’m not on drugs, ya a**. “He just needs some rest and maybe a little food in him. Now, may I talk with you out side Ms. Fields?” “Sure. I’ll be right back, honey.” I knew what this was about. It was the bill and they didn’t want to discuss it in front of the “child”. ******** the doc, ******** the hospital and ******** me for being here. As my mother and Alcom left the room, Twitch made his way back in. ‘How ya feeling, man. You gave all us quite the scare.” “What happened? One minute we were at the house, the next I’m here. And don’t say I just passed out, because you don’t go to the hospital for passing out.” It took him a minute to say something. “You didn’t just pass out, man. You went into full out seizer. You freaked the s**t outta me. I called 911 and then your mom. She met us here at the hospital and hasn’t left since. That was six hours ago. You just woke up and you know the rest.” s**t. Six hours I’ve been out and now this s**t with the doc starts. “********. Moms gonna be pissed. Did she say anything while I was out?” “Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual scared parent routine, you know? “How’s my son doing? What are you doing to help? What the hell do you mean visiting hours re over?! He saved my sons life and you want to kick him out? Who the ******** do you think you are?!” Then she yelled some s**t in Spanish and they left me and your mom alone. She’s kind of scary when she’s mad.” “You damn right I am. No one messes with my son or his friends. And you’re welcome Anthony. How you feeling, mijo?” “I’m fine. In fact we can leave now if you help me find my clothes.” “No, you won’t. You’ll stay right here. At least for the night. The doctors want keep an eye on you, just to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Now lay down. I’m getting something to eat. Do you want anything?” this was a loaded question. I say no and she finds what’s she wants me to eat. I say yes and I have to eat it even if I feel like throwing up. “Just a coke will be fine.” Why eat when drinking is an option, right? “Anything for you Anthony?” “No, I’m fine. I got to leave in a little while anyway.” “O.k. be safe and thanks again for looking out for my son. I don’t want to think about what would have happened to him if you weren’t there.” Mom really knows how to kill the moo in the room real quick, don’t ya think? When she left, the first thing twitch did was pull that huge a** book from out of his bag. “Before I go, I wanted to show you this.” When he finally got it out from beneath all his junk, he started to flip to the back of the book. “While you knocked out, I had some spare time and I was looking through this thing. Figured that some part had to be in English (printer, publisher, I’ll take a publishing date. Anything!) When I came across this.” He hands me the book flipped open to one of the first pages. And there, in the same kind of shimmering ink, is my name, Mathew Clark Fields. Besides the fact that my name is in the book, I do believe that it’s the only thing in English as well. How in the ******** did this happen?! “Man, if this is some kind of sick joke, I’m gonna make sure you never reach 21. You hear me?” he laughs at me as he packs his things. “The way you’re going, you won’t make it till next week. I’ll be back tomorrow. Stay alive till then.” He’s just out of the door when he stops, turns and says, “I might as well give you this to. I mean to make it a complete set.” He takes out the watch and tosses it for me to catch. I let it fall next to the bed and make no move to get it. “You got a problem? The last time I touched that, I ended up in a hospital bed. Wait, I’m still in one! Get the ******** outta here!”

I never liked hospitals. Ever since I was a little kid, I never liked them. I think it had to do with the time I sprained my ankle and had to put a brace on it. The doctor that I had was only joking but he kept saying they would have to remove the whole leg. Not just part of it but the whole thing. You just don’t say s**t like that to a little kid. It’ll ******** with the rest of their lives. That’s probably why I couldn’t sleep. Staying up watching the Late Show while my mom was asleep in the chair next to me wasn’t all that fun. To pass the time, I started to play a little game of “Guess What’s Wrong With Me?” with some of the nurses who came by the room. After about three times I got two phone #s, a free candy bar and a date for Friday. It’s an easy game to win when even you don’t know what’s wrong with ya. But after a while, even that got boring. The only thing to do was to go to sleep (that wasn’t happening anytime soon), flirt with the nurses (a date and two phone #s in and they get the idea that I’m a playa. Who knew?) And flip through the giant book that Twitch left behind. I did that about four dozen times and it was the same thing every time. The only English was my name and the rest was crap. Finally, giving up and tossing the book aside, I realized that there was something else to do. Peering over the edge of my bed, I saw that it was still there: that ******** pocket watch. To be perfectly honest, I guess I blamed the damn thing for me being in the hospital. I mean, the moment that I touch it, I pass out and have a seizure. Logic only states that something is wrong with it. It could have been an allergic reaction to the metal or a shock of electricity could have gone through me (it could happen!). But common sense says it’s only a watch. A weird one, but just a watch none the less. Still. I only picked it up after wrapping my hand in a spare blanket. Now, here I am, in bed with a watch on my lap about to try and open it with my hands wrapped in a blanket. Not my most heroic pose, but it got the job done. Carefully, I undid the latch that held the cover in place and flipped it back to show the face. The three hands were still there and working but something was different. The longest hand was no longer moving clockwise, but was moving counter-clockwise. The smallest one, the one that was freaking out before, had slowed to a steady pace. The pace of my heartbeat on closer inspection. The last was moving as a normal clock hand would. Later I would realize that the only important hand would be the first one.

The next day, was on the way to be let out when I heard my mom and doc talking. “But why should I pay for test that didn’t prove anything?! You said so yourself, he’s a perfectly healthy boy!” Alcom just looked at her and said, “Look. It’s not up to me to do the test. It’s not even up to me tell them not to do it. I just do what I’m told. Your better off complaining to the hospital board.” He was about to leave the room when he stopped and said, “But maybe I could do something for you. I do have a lot of pull on the board. It’s all about what you want to do for it.” This was defiantly not something I should not have heard. “That sexual harassment. You can count on that being taken to the board.” Mom stormed out without seeing me (I ducked behind a vending machine) and the doctor followed. I don’t know what came over me, but it just felt like a surge of rage and hatred and something else. Something new and really violent. But at the time, all I cold see was Alcom, and he was not going to get away from me. I followed him to the parking lot before I confronted him. “Hey! I heard everything you said to my mother, you sick ********. If this so called “board” don’t fire your as, I’ll make damn sure that you never hear the last of it. You’ll be seeing me in your dreams, ********. I’ll make you wish you never took my case.” Alcom stopped and turned to face me. “Kid, I got tenure. You can’t fire me over some stupid s**t like this. And who do you think they’ll believe. Me or some whore with a junky kid?”
Never insult a mans mother. It always brings out the worst in him. I guess I didn’t know my worst. “Watch who you callin a whore you son-of-a-b***h! And I aint no junky!” “Oh yeah? Keep ******** with me. I’ll screw your blood work so bad; it’ll look like you’re on everything from aspirin to LSD. Keep it up, son. We’ll see who’s gonna win.” He got in his car and started it up, leaving me just standing there. I don’t really know what happened next. All I know is that I felt this weird surge of energy flow through me. It made me fell like I could do anything, but all I wanted to do was make the b*****d pay. All I could think of was the pain he would cause, the suffering he would bring. And I just wanted him to burn in Hell. But before I could say anything, do anything, his car burst into flames. Later, the police would say it was a short in the ignition that sent a spark to the gas tank that caused it to blow. But right then and there, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was I that caused it to burn. I caused his pain, his suffering, his agony, his death. And you want to know something? I loved every second of it.