I hope you all enjoy the prologue, from my first novel, Comedic Divinity: Fateless I know I have enjoyed writing it. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to ask and share this with others if you think it may be their kind of read. 1st chapter titled "Chapter 1: This guy right here" will release later this evening as a Halloween gift to you all. Enjoy!
Prologue: Not me, you want him over there
It
was a brand new day. The young man awoke to birds singing a few minutes before
his alarm went off. He loved waking up on a nice crisp autumn day. When the sun
shone directly on him and it felt like summer and if he got too hot, he could
easily just step into the shade and wait mere seconds to cool off completely.
This
bedroom was the largest in the house and since his parents were rarely home at
the same time, they decided that they could trade rooms with him. After all, he
usually spent more time in his room getting ready or working out that it just
made sense to all parties involved. The privacy was nice and the fact that he
didn’t have to share the bathroom with his sister was a huge bonus.
Technically, he had a brother also, but no one ever really paid any attention
to him. His inconsequential brother had a loft in the attic that he envied, but
because of its distance to the backdoor and ground floor windows it would have
been way to inconvenient for his sex life. He proceeded to wash his face, do
his hair (which takes forever to look like one just got out of bed) and then
stare longingly at his own reflection. Vanity wasn’t something he concerned
himself with it was just slight nuisance when he was in a hurry. He knew how he
looked by the attention from his parents, the envy from the guys on his
football and baseball teams, the praise from teachers and his coach, the
unrelenting love notes from the girls in and out of school and of course the
universe for dropping never ending supplies of talent, potential and luck at
his feet at every chance it got. It wasn’t all money; women and all around
greatness, there were some significant downsides too. For instance Beam hated
that his email and voicemail system inboxes were always full. Another pitfall
was never having a single date for the weekend because the list was just too
hard to whittle down to only one. This sometimes resulted in several dates in a
single day leaving Beam utterly exhausted and spent.
He
headed out the door and decided he wanted to get food on the way to school. He
unlocked the muscle car he nicknamed Beam’s Laser which was given to him
by a man who was on the way to sell it to pay his medical bill for pennies of
what it was worth Instead he ran into this charming young man working at the
local grocery store. The man scratched a lottery ticket after he was prompted
by the fates and won a million dollars a year for the next thirty years. Since
he had solved all his problems he tossed his keys to the handsome and obviously
deserving bag boy, and told him the title was already signed in the glove box
and to take her since he didn’t need her anymore.
Laser
streaked through a drive–thru window where he got a coffee and some food. Of
course he never had to pay because the establishment was managed by a junior at
his high school that always gave him free food just so he would keep coming
back and let her stare at him and fanaticize. He checked his phone and sent a
text to his date that night saying he wouldn’t be there on time. He pulled off
the road and ate his breakfast while savoring his coffee, which made sense
because he knew once at school he wouldn’t have a hand free, from all the
high-fives from the men and embracing from the girls. This was about to become
another great day for this up and coming hero in the pantheon of high school
godhood.
His
locker had a heart written in lipstick on it with G+B=Luv. So he opened
it up and laid his bag comfortably in it while removing his folder for his
first class. He was trying hard to remember who G was and why he and
she were in Luv… His sister, Cimera, waved as she strolled past and was
already heading to her class late like always. Something felt out of place when
he nearly collided with someone failing to yield the hallway to him. He had
never had someone not clear his way before and the obviously foreign sensation
gave him pause.
“Excuse
me, I didn’t notice you there.” A melodic almost mercurial quality softly
floated from the offenders lips. He was a tall man was dressed very formal, in
a custom tailored expensive suit and tie, but looked young like he was still in
college or just graduated from one. A strange smell like rotten eggs and stale
sweat wafted through the halls.
Time
seemingly stopped and the man raised his eyebrow quizzically. The scent still
hung in the air almost like the wrestling team had failed to shower in months
and were on a strict hardboiled eggs diet for that entire duration. He figured
that he should mention it to maintenance when he saw the janitor next. Beam was
pretty sure that he read that natural gas leaks are designed to smell like
rotten eggs.
“I
hope you can lead me to someone.” It must be a scout for a college. They
were always stopping by or sending letters, hoping for a commitment from this
him. Beam had avoided committing to continue to weigh his options and he
certainly would not commit without a news conference, but he really liked seeing
what praise he could get from these scouts. He was sought after for multiple
sports, but was still deciding what sport he would like to go pro in. It was a
hard decision since he was so good at everything.
“Oh,
of course. You are probably looking for me.” He smiled his most attractive
‘worship me’ smile.
“Excellent
I needed to talk to you for a few minutes. You see, K-N…” The Suit was cut
short by the look of shock on the young man’s face.
“K-N?
K-N Smith? Wait, I think you must be… no, I’m pretty sure you are looking for
me. I’m Beam Smith. You are looking for the talented one, right?” This was a
first. No one who ever met them could possibly have mistaken Beam for his
younger brother. It was not a pleasant feeling to be the one left in the
shadows.
“I
am afraid not. I am here for K-N Smith.” This guy was actually serious.
Beam’s mind raced at this unprecedented scenario. The question of who this
stranger was rattled around his head like buckshot, but as he was stumbling
through his muddled mental process it occurred to Beam that maybe he really
wasn’t the focus of all peoples attention. Quickly discarding that as
ridiculous, he spied a vaguely familiar face in the sea of students leaning
against a locker with hands thrust into pockets.
“Well,
uh… that wouldn’t be me. I guess if it’s not me, you want him over there” The
Man turned in that direction. His gaze fell upon Beam’s younger brother
predatorily and caused a brief moment of protectiveness towards him, from the
older Smith boy.
“Yes,
that’s him alright. Thanks kid, I hope to be looking for you someday as well.”
He turned and began to walk away when Beam half shouted after him.
“Hey,
I thought you said you wanted to see him?” He was befuddled by the eerie vibe
he was getting from the enigmatic individual. It was either the feeling of
shock that he wasn’t the focus of his search or the prevalent scent of sweaty
sulfur that kept assaulting his nose.
“I
did… and I did.” He flashed a smile at Beam that caused his fingers and toes to
go numb. The brief glance forced him to look away, as if a he was shying away
from a particularly brutal scene in some grindhouse-esque torture-porn slasher
film. When the shock to his nervous system subsided he looked towards the man,
but there was no one there, as if there had never been anyone there at all. That was odd, where did you go? Beam
mentally conversed with the empty space previously occupied by mysterious
stranger. Yep, definitely a gas leak.
He gathered his book bag and turned to walk towards his class when he decided
to be a little late and talk to the janitor in order to get rid of that vile emanation.
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