Black Croix

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Chapter 2 (v.1) - Warning

Submitted: July 02, 2012

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Submitted: July 02, 2012



8 am in the morning. The sun had already come up and already the class was in an uproar.

“Alright, class!” My homeroom teacher announced. “Settle down! I know the holidays is around the corner but let’s not get too excited, shall we? We still have our final exams to study for!”

Typical announcement. All I ever heard from our teachers were exams here and exams there. Nothing other than that has ever come out of their mouths. Well, I guess I shouldn’t complain. It’s their job. The lesson went on and time quickly passes by. The school bell rang and everyone was already on their way out of the school.

“That’s him right there.”

“You mean the guy that gives people bad luck everywhere he goes?”

“Why is he even in school?”

“Quiet! He could hear you!”

I sighed. They never get tired of it, do they? Spreading rumors everywhere like a plague. I’m beginning to question myself if I’m better off kicking those people’s butt and send them to hell. Then again, if I did, it’ll just make matters worse. I sighed again. Damn it! Why can’t I just live a quiet, normal teenage life? Is that so hard to ask for?

“Sighing a lot is bad for your health, my dear Croix.”

A voice that was all so familiar and also a voice that made me have the urge to puke. In despair, I turned to face him.

“What do you want, Gaspar?”

“Oh my, is that how you greet people?” Gaspar asked, shaking his head. ” Rumours aside, if you greet people with that kind of attitude, no one would want to even get close to you.”

“My way of doing things is none of your business,” I countered. “If you don’t like it then buzz off.”

“You’re not very cute, you know that?”

“Coming from a homo like you, I’d say that’s a compliment,” I snorted. “If that’s all you wanted to say, then I’ll take my leave.”

I walked on home and the words Gaspar said started to echo in my head.

“Rumours aside, if you greet people with that kind of attitude, no one would want to even get close to you.”

I know that. I know what Gaspar said was true but I didn’t have much of a choice. Ever since I could remember, bad luck has always been happening around me. From lightning strike to car incidents, everyone that I became close to always get hurt one way or the other. It’s like I’m being punished for being born into this world.

“It’s not your fault. Stop hurting yourself like this.”

And that dream. A dream that never fades away as time goes by. They say that if you keep dreaming the same dream it’s either a memory of the past or a bad omen. It certainly wasn’t a past memory, that I can be sure, since I’ve grown up in an orphanage till I was old enough to live on my own. All that’s left was it being a bad omen. Well, I do attract bad luck – as much as I hate o admit it – so I guess that’s the answer then.

“Hey, watch out!”

I felt my arms being pulled and a red car drove by immediately right where I stood before. I fell backward and landed on my butt. I sat there for a moment, my mind catching up of what just happened when a shadow loomed over me. I looked up to see a boy around my age with a blue designed headband that wrapped around his short silver hair. He was wearing a blue cardigan (the same design as his headband) with a long black sleeved shirt underneath, blue jeans and a pair of palm shoes. His blue eyes were full of worry as he pulled me to my feet.

“Any injuries?”

“Other than a sore butt, I’ll live.”

The boy chuckled. “You just escaped from deaths door but you don’t seem bothered by it. You’re one funny guy. ”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

“Oh,” he said, looking awkward.

“Please, Croix, I’m only trying to help.”

My head suddenly felt light as if a stampede just ran into me. I cringed.

“Do you need to see the doctor?”

“I’m fine,” I managed to say.

This' bad. My head’s acting up again and the last thing I need is a trip to a white reaper. I made a move to walk pass and the boy let me through without question. I kept on walking, the pain decreased with each step I took.


I turned around to see the boy staring at me.

“On the 10th of May, don’t venture out of your home.”

What the hell does that mean? 10th of May? A gust of wind blew. I heard a female screech, trying hard to keep her skirt down. I turned back at the silver haired boy to ask what he meant. But he was already gone.

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