Voltage

Introduction

 My name is Micheal Joule. I have ADHD and Aspergers. I have a younger brother named Logan, and it’s because of Logan that I’m telling you this. You see, I might look like everyone else, but unlike everyone else, I have a gift. Not a gift as in talent, but as in a power. I can control and absorb positive electricity and plasma. This gift wasn’t something that I was born with, no it literally was a gift. Now you’re probably wondering how I got this gift, so I’ll tell you.

  To start, I’ll give you an explanation of what I am. I’m what is known as a half-brother. A half-brother is a human who has their DNA fused with a being able to control an element of nature. There have been a few half-brothers throughout history, some you may have heard of, like Thor. But most half-brothers tend to keep their powers secret, to avoid the stress and focus of the spotlight.

 Most half-brothers, including myself, are twelve when they receive their ‘gift’. Some may get it at fifteen, others at eight. But for the most part, twelve is the preferred age. Why this is, is unknown. Some think it’s because the body is more acceptable to change, others think it’s because of a tradition, and then there are those who say “Who cares? We have super powers.”

 There is much more to say about half-brothers, but everything I’ve mentioned is pretty much the basics. Now, I’ll tell you about how I got my ‘gift’.

Chapter 1

  It started January 30, 2009, my twelfth birthday. That was the day Logan started talking about little black creatures in our woods. He called them Black-ts, and was paranoid about them taking over the world, or something like that. He kept trying to get me to go down into the woods with him, and after school on Thursday February 12, finally succeeded.

                                     “It’s about time you believe me,” Logan said as he led me to our woods.

                                    “I’m not doing this because I believe you, I’m doing this so you’ll shut up,” I said.  We entered the woods, and Logan signaled me to be quiet and aware of my surroundings. I stopped walking, and closed my eyes. I listened to my surroundings, but heard nothing. Look behind you. My eyes shot open, and I spun around. Up here. I looked up and saw a creature that resembled a red-eyed tree frog. How old are you?

                                     “Twelve,” I said.

                                     “Twelve what?” asked Logan.

                                    “Didn’t you hear, the frog-thing asked my age,” I said as I turned to Logan.

                                   “Frog-thing? Where’d you see a frog-thing?” asked Logan.

                                   “Up there,” I said as I pointed to where it was.

                                   “I don’t see anything,” said Logan.

                                 “But it’s clear as…” I looked where the creature was, but saw nothing “…where’d it go?”

                                  “Maybe you’re just seeing things,” laughed Logan.

                                 “You’re one to talk,” I said. Logan turned around and signaled me to follow. I followed Logan for about an hour, when he suddenly put his back to a tree.

                                  “Hide!” he whispered urgently. I ran to a tree to the side of him.

                                   “What are we hiding from?” I asked silently.

                                    “Them,” said Logan as he pointed behind him. I looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw two figures. I became overwhelmed with curiosity. I crept closer and closer to the figures, until I was able to get a better look at them. The figure closest to me was human, but the other one was probably about three feet tall and pitch black.

                                   “What are you doing? Don’t let them see you, or else they might hurt us… or kill us,” said Logan silently.

                                    “Did you hear something?” the human asked the other figure.

                                   “N-no,” said the short figure.

                                       “As I was saying, the Wilsons have denied Siphe for the last time, now Siphe will take the girl by force,” the human said.

                                      “H-how d-do you p-plan on d-doing t-that?” asked the short figure.

                                      “It’s simple: their car will be passing these woods in a few days; I need you and your buddies to make that car crash without killing the girl; I’ll stall the godparents while my comrade picks her up from the hospital. If everything goes according to my plan, I’ll give your leader the siphoning slime,” said the human.

                                      “Siphoning slime?” I said, a little too loud. The human spun around, while the short figure froze. Logan pulled a baton out his pocket.

                                       “Are you still good with a sword?” Logan asked me.

                                      “Of course I am, why?” I asked. Logan pulled a sword from behind his back.

                                       “Here, I’ll hold off the man while you go after the black-t,” Logan said as he handed me the sword. I took the sword, and Logan got the man’s attention while I ran towards the black-t. The black-t turned around and ran. I followed the black-t to a bridge over a small pond. When I got to the bridge, I saw that it had fallen apart from old age. Only half of the bridge was still intact, and at the edge of the bridge was the black-t.

I got on the bridge, and pointed my sword at the black-t. The black-t frantically looked from side to side. It started shaking and slowly backed up. It seemed to have fear, something Logan said black-ts didn’t have. The black-t pulled out a knife and swung it around, but lost its grip and the knife flew into the pond. The black-t looked at me and my sword, and closed its eyes and turned its head away. It knew I followed it to kill it.

I looked at my sword and then to the black-t, who was shaking with fear. Am I really going to kill something who has done me no wrong? It’s probably more scared of me than I am of it. I dropped my sword and the black-t looked at me with curiosity.

                                       “A-are you l-letting me go?” the black-t asked.

                                      “I don’t know, maybe,” I said.

                                     “T-then w-why d-did you d-drop your sword?” the black-t asked.

                                       “Because I can’t kill you, you’re too innocent,” I said. The sound of a wolf’s howl made both of us jump. The black-t took a step backwards. There was a loud snap, and the black-t fell into the pond. I ran to the edge of the bridge and saw the black-t had somehow managed to land on its feet. It started to scream as the water around its feet began to fizz.

 Hopefully this isn’t a pond full of acid. I jumped into the water and grabbed the black-t. I pulled the black-t and myself up unto the bridge. I looked at the black-t to see that half its legs had dissolved in the water. The black-t was losing blood, so I tore the sleeves off my shirt. I wrapped the sleeves tightly around both of its legs. Move to the side of the bridge. As soon I moved to the side, a red beam hit the black-t. Suddenly, the sleeves disappeared, and the veins connected to the arteries. The bleeding had stopped and the black-t’s legs began to glow, as they slowly started to grow back.

Then I heard a snarl, and I turned around to see a wolf covered in leaves, with its teeth bearing. I signaled the black-t to stay, as I walked to my sword. I grabbed my sword and slowly backed up to the black-t.

                                       “W-what are you d-doing?” the black-t asked nervously.

                                       “Protecting you, that’s what,” I said.

                                       “W-why? I h-haven’t d-done an-anything to h-help you,” the black-t said confused.  

                                     “You don’t have to, and why would I save you just to let you die a few seconds later?” I asked, as I looked at the black-t. The black-t stared at me and its eyes changed from red to blue. I looked back at the wolf, who started to slowly approach me. I pointed my sword at the wolf.

                                         “Move away boy, this doesn’t concern you,” said the wolf.

                                        “I think it does,” I said, “so go away and you’ll live.”

                                         “You’ve got guts kid,” said the wolf, “I’m going to enjoy spilling them.” The wolf charged at me, and I readied myself. The wolf leaped and I thrust my sword forward as it tackled me. The wolf became limp. I pushed the wolf off of me, and got up.

                                         “See, if you would’ve just walked away, you’d still be alive,” I said to the wolf’s limp body.

                                          “Oh, I’m alive, something you soon won’t be able to say about yourself,” said the wolf. I looked at the wolf’s body and a chill went down my spine, as the wolf slowly got back up.

                                         “What are you?” I asked nervously.

                                         “I’m a leaf wolf, and your weapons of man don’t affect me,” the leaf wolf said. Weapons of man? I looked at my sword and realized what the leaf wolf meant. I dropped my sword and put up my fists.

                                         “What about the hands of man?” I asked. The leaf wolf snarled at me.

                                         “You won’t be fast enough to use your fists,” the leaf wolf growled, “prepare yourself, the odds of surviving this are very low.” I immediately regretted jumping into the cold water, as my limbs felt stiff from the plunge. The leaf wolf leaped at me again, and tackled me before I could react. It bit at me and tried to get my neck. I put my arms over my neck and face, but it took advantage of my act of self-defense and bit both of my arms. Its bite grew tighter and tighter. I felt a warm liquid drip on my face and neck, and realized it was my blood.

 I struggled to break the leaf wolf’s grip, but failed. I began to lose strength and energy. As a last resort to break the grip, I kicked the leaf wolf in the stomach. The leaf wolf released my arms, and I grabbed the leaf wolf. I used the last of my strength and pushed the leaf wolf off of me.

                                         “Ha-ha ha, I told you that you probably wouldn’t survive this,” the leaf wolf laughed, “But before I kill you, I’m going to kill your friend and you’re going to watch him die.” The leaf wolf tightly bit my right shoulder and threw me against the side of the bridge. I looked at the black-t and saw the fear in his eyes. My ADHD kicked in, and energy filled my body. I managed to get up onto my feet and got between the black-t and the leaf wolf.

                                       “Y-you’re not going to harm this black-t while I’m still alive,” I said.

                                       “Alright, you can die first,” said the leaf wolf, as it ran at me again. That’s when my Aspergers kicked in. Everything (seemed to) slowed down, as I started to think ahead. I saw almost every move I could make and the outcome that would follow. I glanced over to where the leaf wolf had thrown me, and saw a crack in the wood. Perfect. Everything sped back up, and the leaf wolf leaped, but I caught it. I used its own momentum to throw it into the cracked part of the bridge. There was a loud snap and the leaf wolf went into the water.

                                       “Time to run,” I said to the black-t. The black-t and I ran to solid ground. We ran for about five minutes, when all of the sudden, we started to hear howl after howl. The black-t stopped running.

                                       “St-stop, t-they’ll kill you, I’m who t-they want,” said the black-t, “I a-appre-appreciate what you’ve d-done to protect me, b-but I won’t pay you b-back by letting you die.”

                                       “I won’t die, I promise,” I said, “Now, do you know how to climb a tree?”

                                      “Yes, b-but I d-don’t see how that could save us,” said the black-t.

                                     “Not us, just you,” I said, “Now go climb a tree.”

                                    “B-but what about you?” the black-t asked as he climbed up a tree.

                                      “What’s your name?” I asked.

                                       “Alex,” he answered.

                                      “Well, Alex, this won’t be the last time you’ll see me,” I said. Once Alex was pretty high up, I turned around and ran, making as much noise as I could. Not much energy plus minor hypothermia plus a pack of homicidal wolves equals very poor odds for me. I must be crazy. I was soon surrounded by leaf wolves.

                              “Where’s the black-t, boy?” asked a leaf wolf.

                                “I’ll die before I tell you,” I said.

                                “Have it your way,” said another leaf wolf, “Kill him!” The leaf wolves started to circle around me, and the sweet smell of chloroform filled the air. I started to feel light headed, and energy began to leave my body. I began to stagger around and struggled to keep balance. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my left leg. I fell to the ground. A leaf wolf approached me.

                                “You had your whole life ahead of you, but you decided to throw it away for someone so worthless,” said the leaf wolf.

                                  “Nobody’s worthless,” I said weakly.

                                  “I’m going to enjoy watching you die,” said the leaf wolf. A leaf wolf bit my left shoulder and threw me across the ground.

                                    “You see, black-ts weren’t always evil. Their creator, Boss-T, originally intended them to help mankind, but we leaf wolves didn’t like that. We hate mankind, so we corrupted the heart of Boss-T with the lust of power. He started to create the black-ts to rule over fellow man, but sometimes a black-t will be created with emotions. Those rare black-ts have the capability to ruin everything we’ve done, so they must die,” said the leaf wolf who threw me. Another leaf wolf bit my right leg, spun around, and threw me farther. I slammed into a tree and heard the crack of some of my ribs. It became painful to breathe.

 I struggled to keep my eyes open. I tried to get up, but didn’t have the strength. Hold on, help is on the way, look up. I looked up, and saw the frog-thing, who had wings and was flying. I heard a screech, as the frog-thing landed between me and the leaf wolves. Don’t be afraid, you’ll receive no harm from me. The frog-thing made a weird sound, and more frog-things appeared. Soon, the frog-things outnumbered the leaf wolves. The frog-things fought off the leaf wolves, while the first one got closer to me. Then, everything went black.

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Stranger: I don't know, how?

Me: Any way you want, concrete floors are very hard to crack.*bursts into laughter*

Me: *gets into bed* *closes eyes*

Brain: I see you're about to fall asleep, it'd be a shame if...

Me: Don't you dare.

Brain: Honey badger!