In a world made of fantasy , one could only dream of the powers that they wish that they could hold from the Hollywood movies they view . Behind the shallow media cover , there is a truth behind the ‘super heroes’ . Not your regular media hyped superman , but real people who appear as normal as any ordinary person . When these powers are exposed , those who obtain them are sent to Lunar Academy , the school of the real magic , the real powers .
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Cricket was an only child growing up. Which was a good thing, for any siblings he may have had. Quite a bad thing for himself. See, before Cricket was born, his father was fine, the perfect husband for his mother. He only drank in moderation, was never mean, perfect. But after Cricket, that all changed. He quickly became a raging drunk. Crickets’ mother never saw it coming, and it hit her quite hard. She learned to live with it though, it wasn’t too bad. He’d just come home several nights pissed drunk, shout a few things, maybe get in a few punches on Crickets mother or break some furniture, then crash.
For a few years, Crickets mother managed to live with this. But then, she finally decided that she’d had enough, she would be leaving, and brining Cricket with her. But you see, they didn’t get very far. Cricket’s mother had left in the dead of night, quietly waking Cricket up and taking him out of the house to the car. She was in a rush to get away, as Crickets father was unpredictable while drunk. He could be dead asleep one moment, awake and raging the next. It was dark, no moon, and the middle of a very icy winter. One sharp turn to the left, going a little to fast did it for them. The car swerved off the road, crashing brutally into the barrier on the drivers’ side. Crickets’ mother was killed on impact, while Cricket lived with a few broken bones.
So now, Cricket was stuck with his father. No one knew of his drinking problem, he put on a good show that convinced everyone that he wasn’t a drunk. But once Cricket settled in, it all started again, but this time, all the rage put on him. It was horrible, especially at such a young age. His father would beat him, and yell at him on a daily basis.
When Cricket was still young, he found a way to get under his house. They didn’t have a basement so it was easy. Every night his father went out, Cricket would stow away under the house, hiding from his fathers’ wrath. It was not nice under there, who would expect it to be? There were all sorts of insects and dead animals, all sorts of nasty things. And though he was afraid of it down there, it was much better then facing his father.
As he got older, he stopped hiding in refuge, and started facing his father. As time went by, he got better at not making his father mad, and avoiding him when he tried to hurt him. Still, every time he did hurt him made Cricket more and more mad.
One night, his father came home more drunk then ever before. He wouldn’t stop coming after Cricket, everything he did seemed to make him more and more mad. Nothing he did was right, nothing. Finally, it just got too much, to many punches, to many curses. Cricket pretty much exploded. His father had no chance, though Cricket was only 14 years old. He beat him until he was on the ground, barely conscious, all that stored anger finally exploding out. But then when he paused, he saw what he had done. There was blood all over his fists and his fathers face. His father couldn’t even move. That was when he panicked. For a moment, he did nothing, not sure what to do. He could call 911, but he knew he’d be put on charges of some kind. So he did the only other thing he could think of, he ran for it, leaving his father their.
He ran until he found a safe place to stay the night, a dark and deserted alleyway. The next morning, he started wandering the city, not sure what else to do. His father was going to die soon, if someone hadn’t found him already, but that was unlikely. While wandering, something strange was going on. It seemed as if no one noticed him there. He was a young teenager wandering the streets on a school day, probably with many bruises, and his hands were still bloody, yet no one would look his way, it was as if he wasn’t their. He started trying to get people attention, first doing small things, then starting to do more things that would defiantly get him noticed. He even walked backwards in front of someone waving his hands around for a full minute with them staring directly at him, and still no response. There was definitely something wrong. Maybe he was dreaming, or something else. He continued to walk, hoping that soon this would end.
He wasn’t paying attention to in front of him, looking off to either side, when he suddenly ran into something or somebody. He looked around, and just his luck, two police men were looking around, confused. Then, their eyes suddenly locked on Cricket, sudden surprise showing in their eyes. Then, one suddenly told him to come with them. Unsure what was going on, and not thinking quite right, he followed them, glad that someone has finally noticed him. They took him to the police station, where he waits in an office while they do something else. By now, Cricket was getting suspicious, his senses coming to him. He knew that his father is most likely dead by know, and there was a possibility that someone had found him and the police had been looking for Cricket. God, he was so stupid.
But that turned out not to be the case. One officer came back, and explained what was happening. He said that Cricket would be shipped off to an institute on the border of British Columbia and Alberta. He said they suspected Cricket had what it took to get into the school. At first, he was confused, but agreed to go. He understood once he got to the school, and suddenly that day where no one had seemed to notice him made sense. He stayed in Lunar Academy, and is still their to this day.
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