True Lies

This is a story about a boy named Alexander. A son of the gods.

    “Hello Alexander, why don’t you read me your speech?” Said a young woman looking grimly at a boy standing beside her desk. She had blond hair that was pulled back into a bun, and she wore a matching blazer and pencil skirt.

    “Why should I?” Said Alexander, an angry frown on his face. He was a scrawny little boy with short, choppy hair and eyes so grey they almost looked white. He stood next to the seated woman, no taller than four foot nine.

    “If you want a grade, than I would suggest reading your speech to me. Now.” She said tapping her red fingernails on the desk. She was used to this behavior and was done sending the child to the office; it didn’t do any good anyway. 

    “Fine” he said with a roll of his eyes “To be a god, by Alexander Olympian.”

     A few children giggled in the back of the class

    “Wait, that’s not your name.”

     “Don’t you have any manners? Don’t interrupt me. And, yes it is, Olympian is my true name”

    “But you need to include your real name.”

    “Fine, fine, by Alexander… Smith” said Alexander putting his page on the teacher’s desk and bending over to write on it

    “Hello, my name is Alexander. I am 12 years old. I go to safe meadow middle school, it’s a charter school for troubled youth. My parent’s forced me to go here because they thought it would give me ‘the opportunity of a new beginning.’ They would have never understood me. This summer I made a discovery about myself that will change my, and everyone else’s lives forever. I am a decedent of the gods. Twelve years ago my real mother gave birth to me in the hospital but the FBI took her away and gave me to my fake parents because they found out who I am”

    More children giggled in the back of the class

    Alexander glared over his shoulder

    “Wait a minute, stop.” Said the teacher massaging her forehead “You do know that this is supposed to be about an important historical figure, right?” she had to deal with this constantly, the child never seemed to follow directions, always acting as if he’s above doing what a teacher tells him too do.

    “I am going to be the most important historical figure in the world! How do I not count?” Alexander said

    “And how can you be so sure of that?” said the teacher

    “I am a descendant of the gods and I’m actually aware of it!” pleaded Alexander

    All at once, the children in the classroom broke out into laughter.

    Alexander spun around and glared at them.

    “Alexander. If you want a grade, do your work.” Said the teacher

    “Fine, I’ll do your boring speech.” Snapped Alexander marching back to his desk

    The teacher sighed, shook her head and returned to grading papers. It wasn’t fair for him to be subjected to such torment from mere mortals. They just wait, in a few years, when he’s mastered his powers and taken rule of the world, all of these ants will bow down under his might. He could see them in his mind, all of his teachers kneeling down in worship of his godliness. He stood bathing the world in his glorious light. It wouldn’t be long now. After all, years are a mere blink of an eye in the eyes of a god.

    Before Alexander could start on his work, the bell rang signalling that it was time for lunch. Of course Alexander didn’t need food but he ate anyway so that he didn’t make the kids feel too inferior. So he walked into the hallway, and he passed the foolish kids laughing and talking about stupid things like video games and sleepovers. They’re so oblivious.

     He arrived in the lunchroom, and after waiting eons in an enormous line he chose a place to sit. Our hero sat eating his spongy burger and unsalted tater tots with both of the seats next to him empty. No one was there to bother him with their conversations. And that’s how he liked it.

    After Alexander threw away the remainder of his food, he went outside and walked to the far corner of the courtyard. upon arriving at his destination, he knelt over a mound of sand scattered with fire ants. He raised his hands above them.

     ‘Go inside’ he thought

     A few ants walked inside the anthill.

     This was not the first day that Alexander had done this. He had been training his powers since the school year had started.

     ‘Come outside’

     A few ants crawled outside the anthill

     ‘Left’

     Two or three ants began to walk to the left

The mound was scattered with so many ants that it was impossible to command them all at the same time, but he would be able to soon. Soon he will master his birth right as a god’s descendant and take control of the entire world.

    A few feet away Alexander could make out two voices speaking to each other on the other side of a tall bush. And boy’s, and a girl’s. He held his breath and listened.

    “I’ll meet you after school” said the boy

    “Where?” asked the girl

    “At the park”

    “The playground?”

    “No, the woods, you know, the park.”

    “Oh, that kind of park, I know where you are talking about.”

    The two pathetic love pansies continued to chit-chat to one another for the rest of lunch. After the bell rang Alexander caught a glance of them walking back to the building holding hands; a boy in a blue hoodie and a girl in a pink sweater. Alexander clenched his fists and glared at the children walking away. Then he turned around and kicked the anthill, devastating the civilization he was supposed to look after.

'look what they made me do' thought Alexander as he walked away from the anthill

    The rest of the school day was as terrible as the next. Papers, pencils, disrespectful teachers, and infirior children.

    Alexander walked down the concrete of the suburban sidewalk that evening with anger in his eyes and his fist clenched in his pockets. Golden leaves drifted from the trees as he marched through the twilight. Alexander’s rout home took several hours to walk, and since he disposed of his parents a few month ago, he had to go without the luxury of having a car to drive him to and from school every day.

    Alexander stepped onto the fallen leaves and into the forest. It was the park that the boy and girl had talked about earlier. He wished he would meet up with them so that he could make them pay for mocking him before.

    He could see it in his mind as he walked. The boy’s head being pummeled by a rock. The red of blood and brains splatting onto the soil while the white fragments of his scull soared upward. Alexander would use his bare hands to rip open the boy’s stomach and pull his red, slippery, rope-like intestines out of his belly. Then he would rip the skin of the boy’s chest revealing the ivory white of his rib cage. He would snap the protective bones leaving them jagged and sharp, and he would put his hands into the warm red body moving aside the lungs, and he would pull out the boy’s heart with bloody hands. Alexander would step on it. Destroying it.

    Then the girl would have to be with him. Because there would be no one else. Only Alexander.

    A sound interrupted his thoughts, the voice of a boy and a girl. He could see them, not far in the distance sitting on a rock, the boy with a blue hoodie and the girl with the pink sweater. But they hadn’t noticed our hero. He stood as still as the woods around him.

    “Truth or dare” said the boy

    “Dare” said the girl

    “I dare you too kiss me”

    Silence filled the air.

    “O.K.”

Alexander watched the girl who had mocked him earlier lean in to kiss the boy with the blue hoodie. Only their silhouettes could be made out in the setting sun. Alexander took a step forward and the sound of clinking glass sounded near his foot. The shards of a broken wine bottle lie long and sharp among the roots of a bush. The girl looked in Alexander’s direction just as he knelt down to pick up the bottle.

    “What was that?” She asked

Alexander remained crouched in the shrubbery

    “Nothing, probably a squirrel” Said the boy leaning closer

    “No I saw something, like a person.”

    “You we’re probably just imagining it.”

    “We should get out of here.”

    “Are you scared” he teased

    “Jake, I’m serious I want to go” said the girl, leaping off the rock

    “Fine, if you want to that bad.” Said the boy “But first” he said leaping off the rock. He kissed her on the cheek.

    Alexander stood up. The girl screamed.

    The boy’s skin resisted the fractured glass for a moment but gave up after Alexander applied a little bit more pressure. Red blood dripped out, staining his blue hoodie. The boy’s fists met with Alexander’s face but didn’t hurt him. His laughter filled the forest. It was amusing to watch a mere mortal try to defy his divine strength. A thud was heard and everything went black.

    Our hero woke up in darkness. He lay on top of a bloody, lukewarm body. The boy with the blue hoodie, Alexander’s rival lie slain beneath him, yet his prize was nowhere in sight. The girl had betrayed him. Alexander. Her hero. He patted down his body for injuries. All of the blood he was covered in was his opponent’s. How silly of him to question his own immortality.

    Suddenly pail beams of light pierced the darkness and the sound of men’s voices filled the air.

     “There he is!” cried one of them.

     A loud bang sounded through the air and birds could be seen fleeing the scene. Stupid of these mortals to think that they could beat Alexander the god with their puny mortal weapons. But, that raised the question of why did Alexander feel such a terrible pain in his chest.

    He reached up to check it. There was blood.

‘They will regret killing me, I'll be back. And when I am I will be angry’ where the last things that our hero; Alexander the god ever thought.

                                                                            The end