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 Category:  Supernatural Fan Fiction
  Posted: March 29, 2019      Views: 253
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Chapter 18 of the book Demons, Heroes and Fortune Cookies
Life, like the faces of a coin, has two sides
"Parallelism" by Cybertron1986

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"Check your mailbox! I sent you a package!"

"I'm doing laundry," Eu El informs his sister. "'There's a peanut butter stain on my WHAM!' shirt."

"You mean that shirt with 'CHOOSE LIFE' printed in big, black capital letters?" she asks sarcastically.

"Throw that away already!"

El laughter suggests an awkward realization that his fashion sense is out-of-date. "Yeah," he replies, uncomfortably. "That one."

His sister giggles, "The package I sent you will surpriiiiiiiize you."

"Why?"

"I gotta go, big brother. I'm going to a party. Tell me what you think when you open it!"

Before leaving, El requests to have his collection of Robby Thompson baseball cards mailed to him, abruptly adding, "I love you" before hanging up the receiver.

The walk to the mailbox in the dormitory lobby is met with the muffled, shy laughter of approval from a group of International girls from countries he's never been to. With hands covering their mouths, they comment in different languages about El's physique, built for sprinting, revealed from his cut-off t-shirt that exhibits the Chinese character for 'Love,' an obvious, but mistakenly implied assumption of El's desperation for companionship.

His interpretation of their laughter triggers a high school memory, one that has closely attached like a hidden, but unforgotten scar...

-Summer 1989, Stockton, California-

A dark grey car, its old engine coughing like a dying, obsolete model, rumbles to a stop by a boy carrying a wooden softball bat on his shoulders with a broken, soiled mitt that is one size too small. Upon closer observation, we see the boy to be a younger El, who is years away from attending University. The middle of his bat has an autograph of Steve Garvey that is signed with a blue sharpie, and protected with double-sided tape that has dirt and grass stuck to the outside.

Laughter pierces through the convulsing rattle of the muffler as taunting words spew from the open windows. Their ridicule hits El in the form of an egg thrown from the backseat. El's naive perception of the world is supported only by his faith and characteristics portrayed in the pages of Spider-Man Comics.

"Dude!" a voice yells from the passenger side. "A skinny-buff China man from Japan thinks he's Jose Canseco!"

Another egg is thrown that hits El's exposed arm, its shell piercing the lower right elbow. He examines the blood that drips like tears falling onto the ground. El looks up, noticing that one of the passengers is a former classmate who sat behind him in middle school history class three years. This is the same classmate he helped pass a chapter test about the Civil War.

"Hey, China man!" the driver yells, pulling at the corners of each eye to purposefully present a condescending squint. "You're a little too early for Halloween, China man. Did your mom dress you with those tube socks?!"

Without wincing, El pulls out the eggshell from his elbow, wiping away the blood that clots slowly.

Before speeding away, the tormentors laugh one last time.

"WANNABE!"

He arrives home, ringing the doorbell as the label, "Wannabe," replays in his mind. His father opens the door with a noticeable, annoyed expression because he is missing the Red Sox game, and Roger Clemens is pitching against Mark McGwire, the hitter who will break Babe Ruth's homerun record a decade from now.

"You've spent the entire day playing baseball again?!" his father asks, visibly upset.

El nods, turning his body to conceal the wound on his elbow.

"Why don't you stay home?!" his father continues, irritated, "Your younger sister needs attention! There's cleaning around the house! You're wasting time! You're not good at sports. Just quit before you fail!"

El, ashamed, mutters an apology, but the rising tone of anger in his father voice continues rambling of how life on the farm was difficult when he was a boy. He explains to El how survival depended on the cooperation of all family members.

"Playing sports," his father adds, "is a luxury. Not a necessity. Remember that."

El's father returns to his recliner, where he misses Clemens stinking out McGwire with a 95mph fastball.

-Present day, October 1, 1996, Mary Park Hall Dormitory-

El retrieves a large brown envelope from the mailbox. Rushing into his room, he opens it with curiosity to what the thickness inside the envelope could entail. Reaching in, he pulls out a letter and the latest holiday issue of 'Animerica.' El takes the letter, reading it as he places the magazine onto his bed shelf, below his copy of 'Web of Spider-Man' issue #31, that is perfectly aligned onto the wall.

The letter reads:

Dear Insignificant Second-Born Brother #2,

Surprize! Remember that drawing you helped me color for the contest? Skip to the magazine's 'Fan Art Gallery' page! That drawing of our Veritech Fighter and Rick Hunter WON honorable mention! Thanks for convincing me. I know I didn't want to submit anything when you asked. I guess it's because I didn't think we would win. Now, I feel like drawing forever! Maybe, one day, I'll become an artist? Can't wait for the next contest! Thanks for believing in me!

Love,
Insignificant Last Born Sister #3

El secures the letter into his desk drawer, against the window. He is aware of his roommate's absence. However, from the corner of his eye, he notices an insidious outline of a girl, her face hidden behind long, black ruffled hair. Her dirty white dress clearly reflects onto the window.

Surprisingly calm, El pretends to be unaware of her presence. He begins calculating from the corner of his eyes the analytical possibilities.

He concludes the image is a figment of his imagination, an illusion of the company he desires.

The shadow raises its neck. Its face is covered completely behind hair that is darker than shadows.

She moves like a puppet, invisible strings attached, in a haunting glide.

Her reflection in the window is enough to jolt El, who turns to find nothing but a closed door.

Between them, for now, an unseen line separates them. A line drawn by the laws of the universe, which purpose is to divide the living and the dead.

Soon, once again, El will soon find himself back in that darkness.

The book continues with Dark Vacancy. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

Author Notes
This is a continuation from my novel that I have been working on when time is allotted from both work and family. Please understand that this is a developing story, and you are arriving near the middle of events. Therefore, parts may be misunderstood. Previous chapters are available by clicking onto my portfolio to clarify any questions. Thank you in advance for any insights and comments.

The picture used is the actual drawing that was printed in the holiday issue of Animerica from 1996. Yes, this is a true story.

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