My name is Adam Wilder, 16 years old…
I have lived a somewhat, ordinary life, as far as I can tell of course. I am a single child, with a single parent; my father Joseph Wilder. We lived a comfy life in America; specifically, in Nebraska, he was a factory manager in a meat packing plant that mass-produced beef products which payed quite nicely that he and I wanted for nothing. He even brought steak and hamburger meat home a lot, so we saved quite a bit of money and lived with a constant luxury of fine meat products safe in our freezer and of course our stomachs.
I cherished our simple life… at least as a kid.
But, I grew up, it’s a simple matter of time. Worst of all I grew bored…
Now the natural thing to do when your bored is to find something to alleviate it. Some would play video games, read books, play sports or even start exercising. Me, well I chose to pick fights and find trouble where I can. Eventually I found a little fight club, and man was I good a kicking ass and more importantly quite the champ at taking a hit. I earned a ton of money, almost as much as dad. But, I didn’t need it so whenever I was downtown or near a mall I’d just buy people food or gave all of it to some homeless guys.
Not like I needed anything, it’s because my life has everything I was bored in the first place…
I hate boredom, nothing is more torturous than being bored. Pain is better than boredom, broken bones are better, whether they happen to be mine or not… well it depends how I feel on that particular day.
I am in high school but I am largely avoided there because of my rather scary looks. It’s hard being a 6 foot and 3-inch giant with dark circles and a permanent scowl on your face, especially when you need friends to avoid the massive boredom that are classes in high school, but thank god there are books you can check out from the library. I mainly read fantasy books, which I find very ironic all things considered.
Who’d have thought I’d attract the attention of such an… interesting god.
I mean I just got done with school and preparing for another fight at the fight club I found at home. When my vision darkened and I was somewhere else when that person just started… I don’t know ranting. It’s all so very interesting, I don’t think I’ll be bored for a while.
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In a dark room after the young god’s rant…
I can’t help but grin at these turn of events. I was expecting another couple of fights to excite my night, but this… this is so much better.
I don’t know how I know it is, but I can feel my skin crawl in anticipation. Whatever happens after talking with this mad god with an egg fetish, will definitely be worth leaving my old life forever. That is of course, if I can live in his world forever?
“What the hell are you smiling about?”, a voice asks in annoyance. I look over to my right where the voice came from but didn’t see anything and I frantically looked to my left and right wondering if that person was pulling a joke on me. Then, I felt a tap on my right shoulder and look down.
“HAHA, very funny!”, I see a girl with blue streaks in her otherwise black as night hair staring down (or rather up?) at me with an incredibly annoyed look in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I usually don’t make that mistake but I wasn’t making fun of you, it’s just that I… well talk with people around my size most of the time…”, I say this trailing off because the girl who has to be like 5’5” or 5’ 4”, doesn’t seem appeased at my meager explanation as to why I rudely overlooked her.
“Whatever!”, she snaps “Just answer my question already!”
I blank out for a bit, thinking to myself… what question? I cock my head to the side in confusion. She sees this and rolls her eyes, folds her arms and puts her weight on one leg, looking incredibly bitchy. Which is understandable, but for the life of me I’m still too embarrassed to be able to remember the question she asked.
“Why the hell were you smiling?”, she repeated coldly.
“Oh, it’s just this guy…”, I grin looking at the self-proclaimed god before continuing to answer “is really interesting.” I chuckle thinking how he just went off with his little speech and I don’t even know who the hell he is and now that I think about it, where am I and who the hell is he? I didn’t bother looking around before, and so as I turn to look around I see we are in a huge domelike structure with half a dozen other people and a decent sized skylight in the center of the room, where it’s light is… of course, its shining on the “god”.
"You are so weird.”
“Says the little girl whose name I don’t even know. Yeah, by the way what is your name?” I ask cuz it’s bugging me I don’t even know who this girls name.
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“Why do you want to know?” She says, questioning my motives, rather than getting mad at me for calling her a little girl. Don’t know why, but then again we are in a strange situation, trapped in a room with a guy that went off without provocation and now a rather big scary guy like myself is insulting her height and asking what her name is. I don’t try to be friendly that often and I see no reason to be friendly to this girl.
“I answered your question without any complaints, can’t you do the same.” I finish saying with a sigh and shake of my head to convey my annoyance. Which gets a smirk from her before she decides to answer me.
“My names Lily. But my full name is Lilith O’Dare and since we are asking each other questions now, how about telling me your name.” she says it in quite the demanding voice, you know the kind that expects what it wants or they’ll be hell to pay. I’m sure your parents have used it a few times on you when you were younger.
It’s so surprising that I actually gave a quick chuckle before answering.
“Adam Wilder, any idea why we’re here?” I gesture with my right hand around which is wrapped in cloth from my little preparation for fight night at a rich kid’s backyard. The fight club is usually at some rich kids place or in a construction yard and most of the time a rented warehouse. I’m wearing black shorts and a grey T-shirt.
Lilith (I refuse to call her Lily, which may be Lili now that I think on it) is wearing pants with the left pants leg cut off just at her middle thigh and wearing a black t-shirt that say, “WE’RE ALL MAD HERE” with a spiked choker looking fantastically goth except no makeup. At least from what I can tell.
“Hmm, oh right sorry for not saying anything, I’m kind of in ecstasy over here just thinking about what I finally accomplished.” The mad god finally speaks up speaking in an orgasmic tone, which is quite revolting, and hugging himself tightly.
He’s some kind of pervert…
“Is there a reason you brought us out of so many other people in the world?”, asks Lilith. It’s a very good question but I doubt we’d get a satisfactory answer.
“Hmm, oh, well to be honest with you, I rather picked you two because of how you live. You two have so little and still you give it up constantly. Whether its money or skills, you all give it away to people you don’t even know and even then it’s not to get anything like friendship, or respect, you do it just to discard or use it. It’s hilarious.” The god giggles madly sort of like a child. It’s about the size of one so perhaps it is, but whatever it is it did say it’s over 400 years’ old, so it definitely isn’t.
I didn’t particularly care for what it looked like till now, but it has blondish shiny hair that covers its face entirely and ruby red eyes can be seen as it continues to shake in its laughter. It looks to be wearing some red fur blanket instead of clothes. Now why do I say it? Well, I don’t know whether it is a boy or a girl now that I look at it long enough. Its body is that of a child, so no real chest or waist indicating whether it’s a boy or a girl and again the voice is childish and trying to sound deeper than what its body can allow. I’ve met a few tomboys and other kids back as a child trying to sound older than they are.
That’s why I call it “it”. Instead of he like I did previously.
I sigh, “Well I don’t understand why that’s a good excuse to take us from our world, I’m guessing its mainly whimsy on your part, correct?” I raise my brow expecting it to agree.
“Hmm… I wonder.” It says mischievously. I can just barely make out the grin behind its hair.
“Well then since you are not going to tell us why you brought us here, at least tell us your name. We already know each other’s.” Says Lilith. I look over at her and she’s wearing a bored expression. Which causes me to feel it too.
I yawn trying to shake it off, but it’s already settled itself in me. How annoying…
“My name is Lytses, God of Magic, Trickery, and Discovery. I love those bored expressions. Reminds me of a few of the other Gods.” Lytses says this in a rather nostalgic tone.
“I am Eldir apologies for being late, I was seeing to the others before you two woke up. But it appears you woke up earlier than imagined. I apologize again for leaving you in his care, He’s at an age where all gods go through or experience a bit of madness.” The sight of a new person in the domed room appearing suddenly causes all of us to turn around.
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Sorry this is rather short I want to write more but I got a new job, and I'm trying to get a new workout in, my sleeping pattern is pretty screwy too so forgive me for writing something this short but I just felt I needed to put something out. I'll try to get the next part out next week and hopefully get a second chapter rolling. Sorry again, but I hope once I get rolling it's something enjoyable to whoever reads this.