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Convergence

So my boyfriend and I decided to make a story going back and forth all day today. Enjoy!!!!

Many moons ago, in a far off land. There lived a boy. The boy had a peculiar look to him, shaggy hair, eyes like the sea that pierced your soul with a single glance. He lived with his aunt, a twig of a woman. She constantly had her nose in the air and her ear to the wall of the apartment trying to hear what her pesky neighbors were talking about. The reason she acted this way was due to the fact that her husband had died of a heart attack and made an outcast by the neighborhood. Eavesdropping was her only source of information. She never got to bear children due to her husband’s untimely death, so she became a murderess. A woman whom envied her sister and her husband’s happy life with the peculiar looking baby, who had now grown to the good age of 11. She would do anything to have that child. Although he had and odd look to him she knew that her life would be incomplete without him. She never dared say anything about his real parents. Only telling him delusional stories of how his father was killed in the war. However, one day the boy was going about his daily life, but while he was sweeping the worn down floorboards of their worn down Oceanside apartment something strange happened. He heard one of the floorboards move as if it were not truly secured to anything. He walked around silently knowing about the floorboard, but he didn’t wish to do anything about it due to his aunt being there. He waited until the sun was on the horizon, which was when the boy’s aunt would travel to the market for the next day’s meal. He quickly ran toward the floorboard and pried it open. Inside he found a small box bound in leather with a crest of pure gold that had the letters SLW, which he presumed stood for Sebastian Lee Winchester, his own initials. Due to his curiosity he pursue further and found a small envelope bearing the same crest. He opened the envelope and inside there was a small piece of paper that read, “Sebastian, the contents of this box now belong to you. Use it wisely and stay true to yourself no matter what the circumstances may be.” Then he heard his aunt coming up the steps and unlocking the door. He grabbed the leather bound box and envelope and replaced the floorboard, and he ran up the stairs knowing that if his aunt saw what he had found surely it would be taken, and he would be punished immensely. She unlocked the door and stepped inside as he reached the top of the stairs. “Sebastian!” she called out wondering about his peculiar behavior. He’s never had a friend so when he sees her he is always eager to greet her. He stashed the box under his covers and ran down to meet his aunt in the kitchen. “Put the groceries away” she ordered as she pressed her ear to the minuscule hole in the wall. He quickly put away the groceries. All he could think about is what could be inside that box. So he quickly ran up the stairs to his room because he knew his aunt would be preoccupied with her daily snooping. He opened the box and inside were more and more letters and a very rustic looking key. He opened what he thought were letters and each one was a segment of map. He scattered them about his bed and took an hour or so arranging them into the proper sequence to make one large map. Suddenly he heard a rap at the door. He threw the covers over his map and at that very moment his aunt burst through the door. She begins ranting on about how Chester and Margaret were getting a divorce when she saw a sliver of the map. She stopped abruptly almost as if she had been hit by a blunt force. She quickly remarked, “What is that!? Where did you get it?!” As she took two sly bounds toward the bed. He quickly knew what he had to do. He snatched up the papers before she reached them and pushed her frail body down. She looked at him filled with rage and betrayal. She composed herself, brushing the dust from the floorboards off her skirt. She blankly stared at him and said, “You’ll regret this.” Then she turned and left, snatching the map as she left. After two weeks without meals, the boy began thinking about the letter. He knew that he would need to find and get the map back from his aunt. But he knew that he would have to enter the part of the house he was told to never enter, his aunt’s study. Luckily he still had the key tucked into his pocket! He gently opened his door and went toward the stairs. He crept down the stairs in a slow and gentle manner due to the stairs being known to creak at the most inconvenient times. He reached the door of the study and he knew he shouldn’t enter, but it was almost as if the gleaming copper doorknob was enticing him to open it. He slowly opened the door and peered around at the dusty interior of the study he had never entered. Looking around he noticed a photo in a frame. The photo in the frame looked familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before, or at least the people in it. It looked like his parents but much younger. Then he noticed two people who looked more like him than his parents. Then he wondered for the first time in his life, was I adopted? Impossible he thought to himself. Then he saw what he came for. H gathered up the map fragments and quickly exited the study. Returning to his room he made sure to put the fragments back into the box from which they came and hid the box. The next morning when his aunt left for tea with Marge, he dug out the box. The map seemed dingy and old, he thought best to tape them together so that he would not lose any of the fragments. Once the map was taped together, he began drawing it on a separate but smaller piece of paper. Being a child which could never leave the house, his drawing and writing skills were unparalleled. After making the smaller, much more handheld version, he turned in for the night. In the morning after a long night of tossing and turning due to contemplation of what he should do with this map he decided that he was going to have to sneak out to pursue the location that the map led to. So he waited for three days silently waiting and obeying his aunts every wish until she was to go to the market again. Finally the day arrived. His aunt left for the market. He knew he had to leave at least 20 minutes after she left so that he would be down the road and out of sight. He quickly ran up to his room, dug out the map and got his back pack full of clothes and ran down the stairs when he noticed that his aunt’s study was ajar. This was his last chance to view the room that eluded him all these years. He decided to peer within the room. Once again the only thing to stand out to him was the picture frame that he noticed earlier. Time was of the essence now, he took the picture and placed it gently within his backpack carefully so it would not be damaged. Then as he was zipping his pack up, he noticed that on the frame was the same crest as the one he dug out of the floorboard. He finished zipping the bag and sprinted out into the dry summer air. He would have time later to investigate the crest on the picture frame. The map seemed to be heading a great distance east. Maybe a 2 week long trip on foot. He surveyed his surroundings, the people, the pavement, and the shops across the street. Everything he’d only seen through windows was now a million times bigger than what he had pictured. He began walking away from the market and quickly found himself next to a flower shop with a sign reading, “Bernadette’s Bouquets” and he sees his aunt talking to Bernadette, the shopkeeper. He knows if she sees him now his life would be over. So he quickly dodges into the ally out of sight of his aunt. He makes his way down the alley meandering past garbage bins and dead flowers that Bernadette used to own when a very large and hairy man stepped out from behind a garbage bin. Sebastian jumped backwards in fright. The man walked towards him and Sebastian didn’t know what to do. Suddenly he felt something bump his back. He turned, he was cornered with the man coming toward him. “You look scared. D’you need help?” Said the strange man. “No” said Sebastian, “I am fine, just, um, looking around” the whole time he was shaking and sweating. He didn’t feel right around this strange man and he wasn’t quite sure why. The man extended his hand “My name is Eric.” Not knowing what the extended hand meant, due to the fact that he’s never had interaction with anybody but his aunt. He just stared the man in confusion and decided to question the man. He asked him if he knew how to get to Matoba, for that was the country that was circled on the map. The man frowned, for he could not read, having been homeless all his life! “I am sorry lad, I cannot read. But I can recognize words if you let me have a look.” He said. Eric grabbed the map from Sebastian and gazed down, he looked confused, but suddenly his face lit up and he pointed to a location on the map which was about halfway to the final destination. “I know that name! And I know how to get there.” He said! He began walking out of the alley, map in hand. Sebastian paused a moment, not knowing if he should follow the man. He decided that it would probably be a good decision considering his aunt would be home soon and he needed to be long gone by then. He nervously followed the man. Noticing some names on the map margins that didn’t seem to be streets or landmarks, he pondered them for a moment when he realized that he was standing right outside the flower shop once again with his Aunt headed toward the door, her head bent low to sniff her fresh new Calalily’s. Sebastian realized that Eric didn’t really know where he was going so he grabbed Eric by his large aged hands and pulled him in the opposite direction and around the corner of the block. Suddenly Eric seemed to beam at Sebastian. “You said you needed help getting there but you led the way!” He said as he pointed at a graffiti’d sign reading what originally read Matoba but was changed to “Matobust” “That does not say Matoba Eric, that says Matobust.” Said Sebastian. Eric points under the graffiti and reveals the Matoba. “I was there when my brother spray painted it” he said and then began hysterically crying. Sebastian comfortingly patted Eric on the back. Suddenly Eric got up and began walking saying things about how his brother was arrested for his crimes graffiti-ing with old gang members. Sebastian then felt the urgent need to get the map back, thinking that since he now knows where he is in accordance to the map he no longer needed the so-called guide. He snuck away from Eric while he was ranting to himself in front of the side of a barber shop. He headed to the nearest bus station and got on board and headed east. When they arrived in the next town on the bus on the bus driver’s stops, the man looked confusingly at the boy and asked him where he was going and if he had any money. Sebastian looked at the ground and tried to ignore the question. The bus driver decided that it would be best to just let the kid ride for free and stay out of his business. Sebastian asked the man where the bus can take him on his self-drawn map. The bus driver said that he would be able to take him all the way if he had money, but alas Sebastian knew he had no money. The bus driver told him that he could only take him two more towns over with no pay. Sebastian thanked the man, sat down and removed the picture from his pack. It did indeed have the same crest as the box he had found under the floorboard. He ran his finger across the crest, “Ow!” Exclaimed Sebastian. He had cut himself on the edge of the crest. The blood dripping directly into the middle of the L on the crest. Suddenly a small opening appeared. He peered inside the hole and he saw a small note of paper. Sebastian read it out loud, “Dear Sebastian, there is much you do not know. Your whole life has been a farce. You are not the son of Jeremy and Delilah Winchester. You are actually the son of David and Karen Welks. We did not want to give you up to the Winchester’s but we didn’t want to expose you to the world that we live in. He began thinking about the names. Not recognizing any of them but one… One name out of four. It made him wonder. Who delivered this to him? Why did his aunt hide it? Who were these people? He flipped the scrap of paper over and it had the one name that was familiar on it. Karen. Suddenly he noticed the bus slowing down to a stop. One town left. When the bus started to speed up he noticed that someone in a long trench coat and sun hat ha gotten on the bus. They looked very suspicious. He sat watching the person. The person in the trench coat was in fact a woman. He noticed this as the woman pulled a small handgun from her side. He had only ever seen a gun once, his aunt had one when the mailman tried coming into the house for a bathroom break and Sebastian was ordered to hide in his room. Suddenly he stood up, not knowing what else to do. He bounded toward the woman but it was too late. She had shot the only other person on the bus other than herself and Sebastian. The driver. The bus started to speeding through the countryside coming closer to the edge of the hillside with every swerve. Sebastian tucked himself behind the seat he was thrown into as the bus went barreling down the ravine. Sebastian was disoriented, he knew that the bus was in a continuing spiral and couldn’t stop it. Sebastian looked up and the ceiling of the bus seemed to be getting closer to him, no, he was being thrown into the ceiling of the bus. With a few jolts he pounded against the roof of the bus and his head hit the windows and then the final jolt and his body toppled back into chair. As the bus came to a stop he lay almost lifeless in the seat. His vision blurred as he watches the woman, who had somehow survived the crash unscathed, step over stray pieces of metal that had fallen from the bus. She was coming for him! His vision became dark. He had lost consciousness.

To be continued.

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