Viewer, Walker, Whisperer Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Kevin
I truly felt like kicking myself! The expression that I had seen on her face—my own little sister’s face!—killed me, if looks could kill. She was upset; damn, I knew she was upset!
But I couldn’t speak to her, not like we used to. I could tell that she had been thinking back to the past, the past that rightfully should have existed. A past that was destroyed by the present.
“Hey, brother!” I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to look at the person who’d called me. Calvin was tall and muscular; all the girls in school fancied him. And this was the exact reason why I couldn’t speak to Keri. Why I had to ignore her.
It wasn’t just because of my ‘extra hearing’, but it was also because Calvin was the leader of our gang. Our gang—the most popular one in school. Our gang that didn’t talk to—considered—nerdy, geeky people. Our gang that pretended Keri ceased to exist.
I had wanted so badly to be included in this gang since pre-school! (Fine, exaggeration) I knew it was unfair to Keri, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to be in this so much it hurt!
Somebody shook me and I frowned. “What is it, man?” “Dude, you okay? You’ve been like, in a trance since we met at the bus stop,” Nix said.
He was someone alike to the ‘beta’ in the gang—second to the leader. His name was really Nicholas, but Calvin had thought that it was too girly for the gang, so shortened it to Nix.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, feigning tiredness. “I’m fine, man.” Nix nodded and went back to his seat just as the professor came in.
As we greeted the bald, old man, I saw—out of the corner of my eye—Keri looked at me with a mournful face. She didn’t know how much that affected me.
**
It was in-between classes that it happened again. That stupid, unwanted ‘extra hearing’ of mine piped up.
I was walking down the hallway with the rest of my gang when suddenly, I was engulfed in pitch blackness. I stopped, as I knew to do. I guess I’m a little ‘experienced’ in this, but I still couldn’t control when and where I wanted to ‘hear’—if I even wanted to ‘hear’ at all, which the answer was a definite no!
A man’s voice seeped into my thoughts and blocked out everything else, as I knew it would.
“Creatures of the night
Build upon the fright
Of everyone they fight
Who immediately loses sight
Attack to your fullest
Never spare a life
For if you give mercy
You’ll be speared with my knife
Everyone get ready
Time to war steady
Nothing can stand in our way
We’ll always see the light of day”
The stanzas repeated themselves in my head, spoken by the same, husky voice that didn’t sound like it belonged to a human. I couldn’t seem to think of anything else except those words.
Determination, strength, pride and sureness were found in the said poem. I found it—the inhuman poem—engraved into my mind even after my vision became unblocked and I could see the worried faces of my gang crowding around me.
“Are you okay, man? You just stood there in the centre blocking everybody else for ten full minutes!” Max yelled at me.
I shook my head, freeing the words for the moment. I knew enough to know that they would return later on to haunt me throughout the night. I shuddered ever-so-slightly at the thought.
“Um, yeah. I’m fine. Just stalling to get to class,” I explained lamely. My ‘brothers’ looked relieved and seemed pretty satisfied with my answer. I was only vaguely aware that Calvin had told us to take a day off and everyone else whooping and cheering and rushing towards the school exit enthusiastically.
My body went through the same motions as it normally did, but my mind didn’t. In that moment, everything had seemed so real I almost couldn’t distinguish what my ‘extra hearing’ was and what wasn’t. It hadn’t been like this before; the intensity of it all frightened me. And what did that poem mean?
“Creatures of the night
Build upon the fright
Of everyone they fight
Who immediately loses sight
Attack to your fullest
Never spare a life
For if you give mercy
You’ll be speared with my knife
Everyone get ready
Time to war steady
Nothing can stand in our way
We’ll always see the light of day”

--Viewer, Walker, Whisperer