2/11/4025: Jack Willson-
Height: 5'10
Weight:212lbs
Measurements: 12% bodyfat, 11.5 shoe size
6.76 pounds at birth
Birth year: 10/1/4009
It was a day like anyother. But now it feels as a blur, detached from reality.
The most I remember was being attacked by something and being saved by someone I've never met, or?.. Did I? I am not sure, all I know is that the next day I woke in the hospital. Alive but secretly injured. I didn't remember anything, so I wanted answers naturally. Although the doctors not anyone I knew saw anything, My parents said that I apparently wondered off, and went to go hang out with friends after school. But then it cuts off.
My head was throbbing. Even moving was a task. It got better but it still hurts, 2 of my ribs were fractured, along with a dangerously injured femur bone. My sight was blurry. But I could see the doctors moving around, doing surgery to repair the damage. And 6 hours later. They stopped as the surgery was done
A day later my parents were aloud to see me. I looked like a mess. But they didn't care. Although I know that if I don't give Dad an answer to what happened I might have to revisit the hospital again. And then they said a special guest had come to see me. And they told the parents to step out side the room for a moment, and for some reason.
They did too.
Then a tall figure steps through the door. Not the obnoxious kind of tall that has nothing to offer then height. (That still somehow manages to pull more then me)
A six foot figure with darkish blue eyes with brown hair. He was wearing a black hoodie with 2 pockets. His hands were in them. He had the most nonchalant looking expression. Almost to nonchalant for a guy going into a half dead guys room.
I turned my head fully twords him. My expression in confusion, and then it hit me.
The guy who saved me. Although working the nuerons to get the idea. He then got a stool and placed it right in front of the bed. Looking at me. He then spoke, with a voice much more masculine then I thought coming from a guy who looks as he did.
"I am glad that you didn't die." I froze (even though I could barely move to begin with) "What?" I said " " I said I am glad you didn't die." He said loudly. I spoke with a more, to the point voice.
" Are you the guy who saved me? I have a feeling- "
"Yep" He said. " I saw you getting beat up by a monster because you went into it's territory"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you went near a trash can, and apparently that was it's territory, and then a 3 foot little guy came up and walked you in the ribs. Had you on the floor in-"
"Ok! I get the idea loser."
"Loser? I saved your life, just because I make minimum wage, live in an apartment, barrow cars from my parents does NOT make me a loser." I look at him, with that annoying look someone gives you when they know their right.
"Welp. Maybe I am a loser." He says, looking down.
"Anyway I am forced to tell you that if you want to join a monster killing thing then you can. If you don't want to. I really could not care less, especially from an ungrateful little brat like you."
"Ok" I say.
"What?" He says, trying to grasp how easily I just joined.
"You know people die here? Brutally... Very brutally."
I don't care. I want to do something fun
" Oh and you also have to do all this boring paperwork on your missions and you get paid minimum. Wage unless you answer a petty question correctly."
"Sounds fun. Can I get paid more? Or is their a ranking?"
"Kid, I am the highest rank. Level black. You have to answer some petty question correctly and if you can't then your pay is as small as you're-," He cuts off. Remembering I am a kid. Not one of his bum friends.
"Welp" he says "touch my hand and I will get us there" " How is that going to work? I say.
"Listen kid just take my hand."
"No I am not taking the hand of a kidnapper."
"Kid I am not running there with you, just take my hand."
"Wait." I say, grabbing one of the sticky notes.
"I am injured, and hungry"
"He chants something incoherent and then suddenly I don't even have stitches.
"I am still hun-"
"Stop being a brat. And take my hand"
I reluctantly grab his hand and then the milisecond I do so. Were somewhere different. "Wha..." I say.
I am in a strange room with a piece of paper that has a hand mark where I am supposed to put my hand.
"Well, make a cut in you palm with this blade. And stick it to the hand And not only will you have the ability to use a thing called magic. But you will be much stronger phisically."
I look at him, then at the paper, then at him again. " I faint when I see my blood." I tell him, his expression goes from bored to annoyed.
He grabs my hand and we are at the hospital again. "Wait!" I yell." I can still do it I just need to close my eyes"
"Kid, do you know what this is? Even I've bleed before. Well...I... Actually I can't think of a time other then the initiation process. But your not me."
"Please! I can still fight, I hope."
He grabs my hand again and then we are at the room.
"Okay, if you faint, we are going right back and you will never see me again."
"I can live with that." I say to try and get under his skin. I get the knife, and close my eyes.
I make a small cut in my palm and check with my fingers where the paper is.
I press my palm were I believed to be where it was. And pressed. Long enough to stop the bleeding.
I open my eyes, trying not to look at the paper. "Well, what now?"
"Try moving something"
I look at a conveniently placed tin can and try to move it, nothing.
"Oh, never seen someone fail that. I mean, aren't they like half a pound? Maybe a 2 when full? Either your magic is so weak it can't even pull that. Or you just suck, magic never chose you."
I get mad, knowing he's almost certainly right. I look at the wall and imagine my future as the lowest in the ranking. "Oh..." He says,
"That was a punch indeed. Maybe you were gifted with something more."
I look at the wall I thought I punched, I assumed I missed because I closed my eyes and didn't feel anything. My hand went right through the stone.
"What the..." He looks at me and then the wall and says, "What's your name?"
"Jack" I reply, "What's your's?"
" Jace" He replays.
"You might have been gifted with enhanced phisicality, of course with the trade of magic."
"I am confused." I say.
He gives me a sharp look, and says, "I will leave your parents a note. We've got buisness."