Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of my Life ❯ Seifer's odd Behavior ( Chapter 1 )

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Ch. 1
Seifer’s odd Behavior

My name is Tim Hamby. I’m five-foot-eight and a bit on the skinny side. I’m an average build, and one of the laziest motherfuckers you’ll ever meet. I have shoulder-length, brown hair and hazel eyes. I have my left ear pierced – from which usually hangs a silver skull – and I also have snakebites – which I usually have black talons hanging from. Oh, and one more thing: I am a bonefied stoner. Proud of it, too.
The thing is, I used to be your average high school student. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was normal. Well, as normal as I could be. Then, one day, everything changed. My life took a huge turn, and I could never go back. The day I met them…and her. This is the story of my life…and how it changed…

It all began on April 15, 2009 – an average day. Or so I thought…
I woke up at 6:15 A.M., which had become routine for me. I threw the covers off of me, which landed on the floor in a crumpled heap. My room was a fairly nice size, with four walls painted black. I had various symbols drawn upon them in blood red paint: a pentagram, heartagram, the anarchy sign, you name it. I also had an entire wall just for my friends – and others – to sign. So far, four people had signed it: my best friend Tony Garrett, my good friends Cody Aldridge and Mike Stone – whom we called Stoner – and a friend of mine named Erin Staley. My bed had a black cover and black sheets. Clutter littered the floor, which was covered in dark red carpet. One more little detail: on the side of the door that faced into my room, I drew a pot leaf in bright green paint. I am quite proud of it.
I made my way to my dresser, on which sat my stereo, and took out my Rockfest ’07 T-shirt, a pair of black jeans, boxers, and black socks. I threw off the jeans and boxers I had slept in and headed out into the hall. I crept to the bathroom with the clothes I got from my dresser tucked under my shoulder like a football.
I set them on the counter upon entering the bathroom, being careful not to put them in the sink, but beside it. I then stepped into the shower, which was also the bathtub, and pulled the shower curtain all the way over so I wouldn’t be seen if anyone entered the bathroom. I turned on the water, making sure not to have it all hot. I then turned the shower head on. A warm stream of water poured down on me. It felt nice against my skin. After a minute or so, I snapped out of the trance that the water had me in and began washing myself.
After I felt sure that I was clean again, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried my hair as best I could with only a towel at my disposal. I then wiped down the rest of my body so I wasn’t entirely dripping wet. I then pulled on my boxers and socks. I then slipped into my jeans. I took out my Axe Essence deodorant and rubbed a little under each arm. I then pulled on my T-shirt. Pulling my long hair out of the collar of my shirt, I took out a comb. I combed my hair so that it was mostly on the right side of my head, my right bangs hanging loosely over the right side of my face. I then headed back to my room.
As I got to my room, I stopped before entering. I turned to the door opposite mine. It was Tony’s room. He had gotten kicked out of his house back in October and has been living with me ever since. I knocked three times on his door. “What?” he asked in a drowsy voice. Not a morning person, same as me.
“Get up, dude,” I said simply.
“Ok,” was all I got out of him.
I proceeded to my room. I grabbed my Axe Essence spray and sprayed it quickly over my torso. I grabbed my lighter off the dresser and my hoody off my doorknob. It was a black and white Southpole hoody. I pulled it on, leaving it unzipped. As I exited my room, Tony had just left his room. I pulled my phone out of my hoody pocket and flipped it open quickly to check the time, closing it once more moments later and putting it back in my pocket. It was 6:37.
“I’ll only be a minute,” said Tony as he went into the bathroom.
“Ok,” I said. I headed down the stairs and out the door, grabbing my bag on the way out. I headed down to the driveway and stopped, waiting.
I only had to wait about ten minutes before Tony came out the door. “Let’s go,” he said.
“Right,” I then began down the road which was Prospect towards the high school. Tony followed suit, quickly catching up with me to walk at my side.
“It’s time yet again,” Tony said with a grin once my house was just out of sight. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, golden, metal pipe that looked like a miniature model of a drain pipe. I grinned once I saw it.
“Hell yeah!” I said, grinning even more. “Is it already loaded?”
“Yep, loaded it before we left,” Tony replied. He lifted the straight end of the pipe to his lips. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a blue lighter and lifted it to the curved end of the pipe. Sucking in at the same time, he lit the lighter. The flame got sucked into the open pipe, singing the weed inside. Dousing the flame, he sucked in a moment more and stopped, removing the pipe from his lips. He held it in for nearly thirty seconds before blowing out the smoke. He gave a satisfied grin and passed the still lit pipe to me. I grinned wide. And so it begins again.
I put the pipe to my lips and puffed several times, blowing out the smoke moments later. I’ll tell you what, that weed we smoked that morning was damn good shit. It never occurred to me that it could be a sign of something else that’s good coming soon.
By the time we had reached the bike trail, I was already high as fuck. I was “dodging missiles” as I put it. I was barely able to walk stably. I was giggling like crazy too. Damn, it had been awhile since I had toked up, and man it felt good.
As we started up the hill toward the high school – after a hazardous crossing of the highway – I glanced out of the corner of my eye to glance a figure leaning against a tree next to the tennis courts. I was too fucked up to realize that it was my sworn enemy, Seifer. Seifer had come to Kearney first semester. He stole my only chance to go out with a girl named Megan Conaly, whom I’d liked for two years, and I’ve hated him ever since. I didn’t notice the sneer on his face either. You would think that these details would be nonexistent had I been so stoned I didn’t notice them. However, they were stored unconsciously in my brain.
A voice cracked the silence. “Timothy!” Seifer jeered. I spun around. Seifer had moved onto the bike trail. His long, metallic red hair was billowing in the wind. His vicious, blue green eyes were stunning. He was just a little bit taller than I was. He wore a gray wife beater and torn, faded blue jeans. “What are you doing here?!”
“What? Is it against the law to walk the public bike trail?!” I asked fiercely. Damn him for sobering me up. Though I was still high, I didn’t feel it one bit.
“No, but this is my turf, man, and I’m telling you to get the fuck off it!” Seifer shouted.
“No!” I snapped. “It’s a free fucking country, and this is government property. Thus, it’s open to everybody, and I can be here,” I grinned, proud of that little comment I had just made.
“I’ll make your ass leave if you don’t go willingly,” said Seifer calmly. What the hell? Seifer was never calm when it came to threatening me! This wasn’t right. Something was up!
“Bring it then!” I challenged.
“Fine!” yelled Seifer. He charged at me, his fist raised. Damn, was he fast! I had never seen him run so fast in my life!! “I warned you!” he said as he got to me. Before I could even react, his fist slammed hard into my gut. My breath left me and my knees buckled. A burning pain set in where his fist was. Yet, I stayed on my feet. He pulled back and landed another with his other fist. This time I couldn’t keep on my feet. I dropped to my knees.
“Damn…you…” I sputtered as I fell flat on the ground. All I could see now was his feet.
“You motherfuckin’ cocksucker! How dare you put your filthy hands on my best friend?!” Tony bellowed. He reminded me of a Spartan warrior about to go into battle. He charged, aiming to ram into Seifer. I smiled. Tony truly was my best friend in the whole world.
“How pitiful, standing up for your friend,” said Seifer evilly. The voice that escaped Seifer’s lips was calmer, darker…more sinister. Not Seifer’s. It couldn’t have been!
Seifer sneered as Tony got to him. Suddenly, he was at Tony’s side. “What?!” gasped Tony. “That’s not possible!!”
“You should have kept out of this,” said Seifer. Tony had halted now. “Now you have to die, too!”
“You’re fucking insane!” said Tony, fear escaping his lips. I had never seen Tony like this before. This meant it had to be bad.
“I know this,” said Seifer calmly. “Do not tell me what I already know,” His foot snapped forward and kicked Tony hard in the side. I will never forget the sound of his ribs shattering. Tony flew sideways, smashing through two trees, which crashed down before his crumbled heap of a body.
“Tony!!!” I cried, tears gushing down my face. Adrenaline pumped through my body. Instantly, I was on my feet. I was charging at Seifer. He stood there, grinning a grin comparable to that of the devil’s.
“And now…it is your turn!!” said Seifer darkly. As I reached him, he backhanded me, sending me to the ground. He crouched over me. “Any last words?” he asked with a sinister smile plastered upon his pale face.
“Tim!!” Tony was screaming. His voice barely reached my ears. “Get up!! Run!! Come on, get up!!!” I did nothing. Said nothing. I was still. Silent.
“Nothing? Then you die!” bellowed Seifer. He grinned as a long sword materialized in his hand. My eyes widened. What the hell just happened?!
“TIM!!! NO~~~!!!” screamed Tony. I couldn’t move. Not an inch.
Seifer raised his sword. He swung it down. Toward me. Aiming to kill me. I braced for my death, squeezing my eyes shut. This was it. I was going to die, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Or so I thought…
That death never came. I opened one eye. What I saw startled me. I opened my other eye, and they both widened. A man just a bit taller than me stood between me and Seifer. He had caught the blade with his bare hand. I could see blood trickling out of his closed hand. He had silver hair down to his shoulders. The tips were inked black. “Who…are you?” I asked, barely a whisper. Somehow he heard me though.
He turned ever so slightly to me. His face was hardened, and his eyes were a stunning gold color. “I am Atiko Sesya,” he said with a pleasant smile. “’Tis a pleasure, Mr. Hamby,” He then turned back to Seifer. “Your fight is with me now, demon!” he barked.
“Stay out of this, slayer! You haven’t any business here!!” Seifer spat, his voice even more sinister than before.
‘Demon…slayer…what the hell was going on?’ I thought.
“You will leave or die, demon! Make your choice!!”
“Hehe, I guess three die then!” Seifer cackled. He charged at Atiko. Atiko was suddenly in the air above Seifer. His foot came down upon Seifer’s shoulder with a sickening crunch. Seifer crashed into the ground, spitting blood. Atiko landed and landed a hard kick into Seifer’s side. He sprawled across the ground onto the trail. He scrambled to his feet and turned to face Atiko.
“You should have given up, you vile creature, but ‘tis too late now!” Atiko said fiercely. What was happening?! This was insane!
Atiko charged at Seifer. Before Seifer could even react, he was on the ground once more with Atiko crouching over him. “This is the end, demon,” said Atiko. He placed his hand upon Seifer’s chest. Atiko appeared to be muttering something. Then, the place under his hand began to glow bright purple. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped glowing and Atiko stood up.
All of a sudden, a small, impish creature purple in color with a single horn upon its head emerged ghostly from Seifer’s body. Seifer went limp. I could’ve sworn I heard Atiko mutter, “Damn, the bastard’s already swallowed up his soul!”
The creature cackled wickedly and said in a very high-pitched, devilish voice, “So, you have revealed me, slayer! So what?! I have already taken the boy. You are too late!!” Without even uttering a word, Atiko stretched his arm out in front of him and snapped his fingers. The demon shrieked in agony and disintegrated. Not even the slightest trace was left of it.
Atiko turned to me. “You are safe now,” he said. He then smiled and added, “See you later,” He then disappeared.
“That was weird,” I muttered. I then turned to see Tony standing up as if nothing had happened. “Tony! Are you all right?!”
“Yeah,” he said. “That man healed me,”
“Good!” I said with a friendly smile. We then started toward the school once again in silence. I glanced once more at the tennis courts. Something struck me as odd. Nothing had changed. There were no broken trees. No indentations in the ground or pavement. No blood. Nothing! One thing’s for sure. This day was getting weirder by the second.

A/N: So, what’d you think so far? The settings, and some of the characters, are based on real people. However, this story is fictional, and none of the events have taken place. Well, I hope you liked it! Please R&R, and I will try to have the next chapter up soon!