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OPEN MODERN FANTASY|| BRING YOUR OC's

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Every day had its challenges, perhaps it was these little things that kept the blonde feeling normal.Aster Lee Kyuss lead a normal life for the most part and quite secretly; he had lead another life.Reserving sunday evenings for the experiments, the tests of his abilities.Just how far could he push himself? Whatever he decided to do sunday evening, it wouldnt make monday suck any more than it already had would it? Friday nights, he would make plans with the goons.They were usually drinking and often there were concerts over at Fab's. (The local indoor skatepark) His friends usually got in for free and helped the old man out and in return, he served them drinks provided they kept themselves tame and moved the harder parties somewhere else in that case every once in awhile, Aster migrated to Samuels or Samael as he preferred it.That rich gothic bastard always had the best parties, his house was huge, there were three floors, three hot tubs and two swimming pools. Two pool tables, a full bar and of course there was a massive backyard.Sam's family had money, his parents being rather accomplished Lawyers, Sam had inherited the place and instead of being kicked on his a** he got the old house to himself.It was paid off, Aster had heard and the only thing that really kicked Sam's a** was the property tax.The roomates all pitched in and for the last 3 years or so, Aster had been partying out at the place.Sometimes, they even had bands play out there.

Music was a huge part of his release.His escape from the general tension of life through the rhythm.It was somewhere in the chaotic heavy metal music he retained somewhat of a sense of fortitude and focus, drive and inspiration all at once.He played a little here and there but he was hesitant to start a band.He didn't know if the kind of music he wanted to play would fit the standards of his circle of friends that consisted of lots of goths, punks and extreme metalheads.He had a passion for all sorts of music, especially the dark sounding kind and those with odd time-signatures.One of his best friends was a punk-girl named Ariel who shared his passion for the older music.Jazz and Swing.Those were his guilty pleasures.

Monday..
It seemed when Monday came; another week could begin.
Monday,
Another sick reminder of another damned week gone by..

At least the view was good early in the morning. Aster walked from about 6 blocks away across a few residential blocks across the boardwalk into the hills where his school resided.Midway High School; Home of the Lions.. Ugh, he couldn't f***ing stand it.It used to be his habit to smoke a joint before school, but he found it more challenging to focus on Mr. O'Grady's tedious physics lectures with his head and lungs full of weed smoke, he saved that moment these days for after lunch at which he'd sneak off to a peculiar place in the courtyard at school to smoke a joint and eat it if he had to..School security was rather slack but he had a special spot in the courtyard he snuck off to, a staircase that lead towards the boiler rooms under the school.Doors they hadn't used anymore that were bolted from both sides.This stairway was His panopticon.

He passed the pier, catching the glimpse of the moon as the sun began to rise.His walk took about 50 minutes and from the pier it was about 35 minutes to the school, during these autumn seasons, he could catch the sunrise at times over the water and it really was a gnarly scene.He had found himself staring at it on more times than one.He listened to music on his walk, earbuds jammed into his ears.Dressed in a green flannel with a black shirt underneath.Black jeans that were neither too tight or too baggy and a studded belt.Green and black Chuck Taylors at his feet.He wasnt violating any dress code and being forced to wear that sh*tty school uniform.He wasnt some prep or some anime character so he was careful not to ever wear any clothes with holes or offensive images on them.He wore his hair back in a pony tail this morning not finding time to really brush it into perfection.On his mind, a bit of his ritualistic experiments yesterday.He had bought a sword and went out into the park late at night and when no one was looking he had cut at least 6 trees down before he broke the sword in half.120 bucks down the drain but he wondered how strong that meant he was... 3 weeks ago he lifted his mothers truck by the back end and nearly dropped it not because it was heavy but because he was literally freaking himself out.All the while, he remained in deep thought... He had exams this morning.They only had a few weeks before they let out for winter vacation... But he wasnt thinking about the curriculum, he was focused on what he would do next sunday.These thoughts cut through his natural groggginess like wildfire.He pulled out his cellphone and checked the time noticing a text message from Ariel:

|Are you walking again bro..? I wanted to see if you wanted to get coffee before class, dude!! I owe you for that chinese anyways.. My treat.
He remembered that day.It was only 3 weeks after Ariel's incident.She had gotten too drunk at the skatepark and went home with a rather shady guy who while driving her to her apartment had also taken advantage of her while she was passed out.As a token of his appreciation for her, he'd woken her up around noon one saturday and made her waffles and proceeded to play records and video games with her before taking her out to eat Chinese for Lunch.
He texted back: Starbucks aint real coffee d00d, besides Chineze was my tr33t. I like walking, its good for ya.
It was funny, he texted this but the week before he had been thinking he could use some company on these walks to school.Funny how he found himself on the other side of the spectrum this morning, thinking of his experience the night before and reflecting purely on the ambitions of the self.
The blonde's phone vibrated and he read her response in silence:
|Ok d00d, didnt no u were so l33t. Anyways, Starbux iz r3al.You aren't r3al! |
He chuckled out loud, texting back as he walked:
|Starbux lives!! No but seriously, those people suck. Their coffee sucks. I'd rather have that mccafe garbage.At least then I could get the taste out of my mouth with a pork and bacon pancake sandwich.. #Mcgetthetasteoutofmymouth.|

It was a pretty good monday.. so far there were no surprises.The sky was clear and fading from a fuchsia into a sort of citrine and navy haze... The day was beginning with such a splendor.Aster was in a rare mood.

The trees become a binding of ochre and almond that block his vision.Although the Autumn Season is in its prime, There is a kind of consistency to the treeline here in the bike path that blocks the highway from view although it is merely 1500 meters from the path.You never really know whats going to jump out at you at times.There are usually a brigade of racoons here especially at night during the season and one must be wary of deer all throughout the year.As the male breaches the enclave, his body takes in a certain tax of the many lifeforces within a certain radius.He can feel the many differences in systems, from birds to students in the area.He draws a breath and prepares himself in a strange and ritualistic way.

Ariel had texted him and he looked down at his device as he made his way up a short hill towards a parking lot that seemed to be thriving with incoming traffic.

Ariel: |So, I'll see you at Lunch right? Or are you gonna skip? You'll probably skip.. Are you at least gonna come skate with us at 4?|

Aster smiled.He supposed he had been putting everyone off as of late.He wasnt even this closed off last year when he had been faced with suspension and was in an entirely different emotional mindset.He was struggling to fit in last year.. Junior year and he was attempting to give sports a chance, maybe try and participate in school functions.Anything to keep his mind distracted from his fathers death which at the point was still freshly ingrained in his mind and also away from these strange coincidences that were occuring.The way that he kept failing to commit suicide in his deep pain and was constantly misjudging or underestimating his own physical strength.No, it wasnt quite like he was uprooting trees or hurting people.. but things like cracking eggs to cook and opening tightly sealed jars, closing the heavy sliding barn doors at Grandmother Sue's Orchard...There was something happening to Aster Lee and being an avid comic book reader he was starting to figure out he was different.

Society held cruel rewards for individuality.. He had been playing football a few games and it seemed the veterans of the school sport, some of the coaches and many of the players werent onboard with who Aster was.He didnt show up at their barbecues, didnt hang out with any of the meatheads.He hardly even understood the sport so to see someone so unimposing and unintimidating such as the tall lanky blonde go out onto the gridiron and do what he did was absolutely maddening.The QB; a senior named Jon Hunt along with some of the senior Coaches; Redford and Evans had enough.One Night after a practice in the showers, Aster was ganged up on.The blonde was clean, still wet but clean and with a towel wrapped around his waist was at his locker attempting to open it up and change back into a casual wear and for once he didnt have his headphones in his ears.He supposed he had it coming, the way he had just unloaded on all of them for being so mindless and rude.. Constantly insulting at times assaulting their intelligence, the blonde had been picking at the proverbial bee hive for awhile with these guys.Aster remembered thinking back to all the times he had asked about the rules of football only to be berated for it and to execute plays with such precision and skill only for himself to get drawn into the scheme of going back atthem."Wow.. this is what you guys all get worked up about? I just catch the ball and run to that spot over there faster than those two fat retards can hit me from the left or the right?"Aster had shot back once.He could have stopped there but he didnt."Its literally not even that hard or physically endearing at all.. I have a feeling if your pea brains actually understood a degree of anything that remotely fascinated me your balls would just fall right off and your brains would leak out of your noses..."The defensive line, the coaches.. everyone was staring.

"Wallace.. Hunt.. you two are both failing History and are only passing because you play football.. All you have to literally do in history is read the chapter the day before and remember it in case Mr. Braddock gives us a whole assed pop quiz.. don't tell me you douchebags cant read.. You two are the p**sy masters.. the p**sy professors... I hear you talking.. You d*ckheads cant even read though?"He could have stopped there while some of the players were laughing."You all act like your so much better than the student body.. like youre all supposed to be hot sh*t.. meanwhile you guys havent called out a play that I cant make you fumble or do all alone.."Aster says."So what does that tell you about your sh*tty little sport?"Now Aster was laughing."I wonder what the motherf*** any of you lame asses would do going from 6/8 TO 7/8 Timing then to 3/4.."He was cracking up with his music joke.Everyone was silent and staring at him."Oh dont mind me boys.."Aster had said back then.He was doubled over."McDonald, you thought Sharia Law was some kind of Kung Fu movie.."He choked out through fits of laughter."Howlett you think girls cant get pregnant if they are on top and now youre having a f***ing baby... Youre 15 years old and 6'5.. you look like a god damned monster and yet youre slow as sh*t...Our mascot is the Wildcat.. you guys are literally brainwashed by p**sy.."Aster had to stop, it hurt to laugh this hard.Drawing a deep breath he says."Oh f*** me.."Before the coaches come over to the line and ask everyone why they are standing around with their thumbs in their asses and they get back to practice.

Back to that day in the locker room when Hunt came forth with a swift left saying."YOU TALK TOO MUCH sh*t KYUSS.."Aster dips and Hunt hits the locker instead."If youre gonna swing you get three for free.."Aster warned.Hunt wasnt paying attention.There was a single cellar window at the side of the locker room that was just at basement level beneath the Auditorium in the school and a single string of lights run through the middle of these narrows.From a door opposing the rectangular cellarwindows, the players are all filing in.6-8-10.. Soon he recognizes the whole team is in the room as he stands with Jon Hunt yelling, huffing in his face."YOU ACT LIKE YOURE SO F***ING COOL AND WERE TIRED OF YOU TALKING YOUR SH*T.. YOU NEED TO GO HANG OUT WITH THE F***ING GOTHS AND JUNKHEADS OF THIS SCHOOL AND STOP ACTING LIKE YOURE ONE OF US!"Jon yelled.Aster raised a brow.He was being exiled huh? "Okay.."Aster said."SHUT UP!"Jon howled.Aster stepped aside avoiding Jons third strike and becoming officially cornered."Alright.. you dont want me to play.. Sounds good enough to me.."Aster said quietly."But if any of you try jumping me right now.. Im knocking you all out and putting it on Youtube.."

And such was the result.He stole Jons phone from his pocket, in one swift motion and proceeded to hit the facebook live option.The video entailed him behind the camera almost as if in first person view of avideo game; a single punch to the jaws of no less than a dozen and a half students and the ending showed them all floored asleep.Aster posted it, used his phone to download it, added music and posted it to youtube and the next day he was being threatened with suspension.Down in Principal Allens office where the fat old man was ready to throw the hammer of expulsion at Aster.Asters mom and the family lawyer had gotten them out of expulsion and Aster had taken a 2 week in school suspension.Most of the faculty had been in the blondes support as well.After all, he was friendly.. stood up for the little voices in the school.He did his own work on time and was extremely intelligent.The Principal after awhile and in getting to know Aster probably felt sorry for Aster.The Goths and punks of the school however after his in school had all accepted him with open arms and after last year he had classes with very little of them.Walking in through the lobby doors now as a Senior, he realized just how much had changed in a year.He was more open now and yet more closed off in other ways.He was more secretive and quiet but also less innately pissed off at society about every little thing.The astute teenager could walk in the lobby now, a full year later carefree.He could wave and give the nod to anyone to acknowledge him.A daily rite of Namaste as he made his way through the place.. this collective of navy and silver.. Everything was painted in this manner, it was the color of their school spirit, Aster supposed.He hits his locker taking out a pen and a notebook as well as a few text books and proceeds to class through throngs of frenzying teenagers.

The voices of these students do not hush until the bell rings at exactly 5 after 8.There was a strange hiss of hushed voices that was enveloped in the halls and it was fading until about 8:04.. Something about all that marble out there and the thick wood of this old building.. It tended to amplify things like this.Being as ritualistically stoned as the blonde was probably didnt help the strange tension as the teenagers settle into this instituition.In comes his homeroom Teacher, Mrs. Recker and boy does she look rough.