Just Your Average Story_(0)

Introduction

Then the Lord God took the man and put him into the Garden of Eden to cultivate it and keep it. The Lord God commanded the man, saying, “From any tree of the garden you may eat freely; but from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat from it you will surely die.”

Yet man wasn’t as trustworthy as God would have liked. Weakened by curiosity, man listened to the strange beast called Lucifer. By taking a bite out the apple Man understood his err. By consuming the forbidden fruit it showed the vile beast the location of God’s treasure. A scepter whose power shouldn’t fall prey to one such as Lucifer. Desperately Man and Woman tried to rectify their wrongs, but they failed to do so.

Lucifer attempted to take the scepter, thankfully the archangel nicknamed God’s right hand intervened. In their conflict, the scepter tumbled towards Earth. A human called Ra discovered this scepter. Using its power, he created a powerful nation. After a long reign hubris took hold of him. Thinking himself above all, Ra failed to realize the trickery which three humans set for him. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades stole the scepter from Ra. Then trio casted lots dividing the power between themselves.

Using these powers the brothers elevated their families to godhood, granting mystical weapons to humans. Yet as they realized too late the more artifacts they created the weaker the scepter became. Bidding for the right moment God sent down Jesus.

Jesus took on the brothers and their families; which ultimately resulted in Jesus’s death. Although he did defeated the brothers, he failed at destroying the organization they had created. Many of the people working under them had vast resources. Using the several artifacts left for them they convinced the general population to follow their rule. However, all wasn’t lost. During his time on earth Jesus had taught twelve warriors whom were tasked to protect the scepter at all cost. These warriors hid in Jerusalem and for centuries withstood the onslaught of the Catholic Church.

Seeing the Church’s influence waning Pope Clement VI sent a disastrous disease named the black plague. To protect the scepter one warrior, John took it with him heading east. There in a foreign land he met Zhen He, who took it with him to a faraway land.

Chapter 1

“Act normal,” he told himself.

Only a minute had passed since he received the paper. He had to waste time, pencil in his hand he etched in the margins. A cough echoed through the quiet classroom. All around him he heard others bubbling their answers on the scantron.

He had to keep up this farce. Treading his hand on his buzz cut hair he acted the part. His eyes followed his professor, Dr. White, as she patrolled the classroom. Looking at the pencil, he wondered, how sweet would it feel if he stabbed himself with it. Would it relieve him of the pain he’s currently feeling? He bit his lips, letting the metallic taste of blood scintillate his tongue. This action calmed him down, sucking his mouth he felt relief. Anxiously he waited for the first student to be done. With one more look at his scantron he chose which answers to get wrong. Grabbing his backpack he rustled to the front desk turning in his biology exam. Leaving the room Erick pulled out his My-Chery, putting in his password he saw a text from Gabbie. Making up an excuse he avoided her advances once more.

Placing the phone in his pocket he marched to the library. He regretted giving her his number, he didn’t deserve friendship. Pushing Gabbie out of his head Erick breathed in the hot spring air, March neared its end. In the sunshine state of Florida there only existed two temperatures, hot and hotter.

Large verdant lawn illuminated by dimly lit lights, in the middle of the grass stood a large banyan tree, which during the day served as a refuge against the sun. Taking a quick pit stop, he headed to a nearby restroom. As Erick washed his hand, he looked at himself in the mirror. His dark piercing eyes stared at him back. His tall lean frame encased by a milk chocolate skin, hunkered on the sink. His broad jaw, wide nose and thick lips made most women do a double take. What used to be a blessing became a curse.

“A black god huh,” he whispered to himself.

Exiting the restroom Erick made it to the library. He climbed the spiral staircase. Reaching the top his eyes wondered downward, spotting a very promising cleavage. Smiling at himself he walked to the back of the library. There he found a table tucked away behind the fortress of books, sitting down he aimlessly wandered the internet.

“Hello Erick,” a sweet little voice entered his ears.

He cursed in his mind. “Hey Nikita.”

A short Indian-American waltzed towards him. She had a small round face. A cute button nose with an ear stud on her left nostril. Her thin lips complemented her chunky cheeks. Her large eyes only conveyed her cunning nature. Nikita lowered her head planting a kiss on his lips. He began responding slowly, then he broke it off.

“Aww,” she pouted. “Don’t you want more,” her hand made its way to his crotch.

“No. Not tonight I got some homework. Besides don’t you have to do rounds around the library?”

No sooner had he said that she grabbed his hand and placed it on her medium sized breast. He yanked it back. Seeing her advances had no results she yielded.

“No worries if you need me I’ll at front desk. Bye.” Giving him a peck on the cheek she left.

Erick watched her petite ass sashay away. It took too much to deny her. One drunken night he spent with her. He let his façade slip. She witnessed a part of him. Now she came back yearning for the full version.

Seeing the time he decided to head home. Saying good night to Nikita as he passed he went to the parking garage. Retrieving his keys he entered his matte grey Nissan, the five speed manual car pulled out of the parking. Hoping on the highway he lowered his windows, letting the warm air embrace him. Getting off his exist he cruised down the street, rolling on to a red light he saw a vehicle stopped on the side of the road.

Driving past it he continued until his conscience arrived. “Fuck, I’ll go help I guess.”

Doubling back, he stopped right behind the broken down vehicle. There he saw a Santa Claus looking grandpa staring at his tire.

“Hey, do you need help sir?” Erick proposed.

Santa Claus looked back at him, “Yes I seem to have a flat tire.”

Erick looked sure enough the front left tire was flat. “Open the trunk for me.”

The old man did as he asked. Calmly Erick began by loosening the bolts. Then he propped the jack and started lifting the car. All of a sudden white light invaded his view. So focused on the tire he failed to notice an oncoming car.

Chapter 2

“Hey Erick.”

He jumped up. Frantically he looked around, finding himself in the library. Sitting at his favorite table. Nikita stood next to him again she reached to kiss. This time he avoided her.

“Aww,” she pouted. “You’re no fun,” her hand reached down to his crotch.