Omnipotent

Chapter 2

I questioned the doctor, right when a nurse came in overhearing our rebuttal. I guess she might have heard the rumors I've been spreading because she ran into the other room to tell the other doctors. I assume she wasn't happy. But why? And for what reason? I had many questions. But one was my top priority: What did Autumn do?

"If its Autumn he wants, it's Autumn he'll get! Meet me in the camp so I can deal with him! We'll pick him up at three o'clock. Sharp!" Now I was curious. What did I do? I woke up in my bed. It was just a bad dream. I thought. But I didn't have time to think about my nightmare, all I could think about is Autumn. The streets of North Garden, Virginia were busy on a Friday morning. It was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Autumn. She was effortlessly beautiful. Her long orange hair waved and caressed her body in a way that made me envy hair in a way I never have before. Her grey eyes view took over my soul and wrapped itself around my heart. I walked out the door and whistled a high pitch that said, "Hey, Taxi. I need you!" I entered the taxi and gave the address of my job. "108 Fifth Street" I tell the driver. It's not that long of a ride. Just fifteen or so minutes. I then recompense the driver a twenty and he gives me back five and said the ride was only fifteen dollars, not twenty. I then rustle the coins and bills in my back pocket of my suit. I enter the Greenlife Inc. office building and head to my quarter. I have until two thirty-five PM to get off of work. I worked an hour or so then Mr. Roberts; my boss with a cranky attitude and a bushel load of paperwork ready to give, came to me with that folder full of paperwork. His hair all combed and blonde. His weight though, seemed like he's been eating doughnuts for a while, I can see he has because he had a glazed one in his hand a minute ago. His papers, all sloppy like, like an unbearably built Jenga tower. "Late again Mr. McKnight? It has been three days." I finally woke up. "Sorry sir. I slept in." I whined. Mr. Roberts then replied, "Get to work and I'll think about fluctuating your report." That put a smile to my face. During break an hour and a half later, my workmate, Zack Weber came to me and pointed to the television where other workers were and he said something that surprised me. "Winter! Lad! You're on the news!" I thought Zack was joking because he's the "comedy relief". A very fancy comedy relief. Always wearing a new suit. It's like he picks it up from the cleaners every day. We all call Zack names around the office. He doesn't mind. He just thinks that he's famous or somewhat. But there's one name that Zack disapproves is Zack in the Box. He usually hides in a box form when scared and when done pops out. We scare him a few times to test it out. Zack Weber is a nice guy. He has orange hair with what he calls whiskers around his chin and lip. Still orange. His eyes are a sapphire green color. His attitude is calm, gentle and wise. Although he's a blockhead sometimes. I met Zack on my first day in Greenlife Inc. He showed me around the office. Just like a normal person would. During our lunch break, I took out my phone and called Mom to let her know I'm okay and just met a new friend but then put it down realizing my mom was dead. It sounded humiliating; so every time I get a call back, I hope it's not on the job phone, In front of everyone. When I do, I would rush and get it, and lie and say it's an urgent call from a customer. If it was on my phone, I would run to the bathroom, lock the door and speak. "Hello? Mom?" I said months ago when Ella called.

"How's the first day sweetie?" I blushed and got embarrassed. I was sitting on the toilet seat and locked the door, and the stall.

"Have a nice day!" She blew me a kiss from the other line of the phone. I quickly hung up before Ella started treating me like a puppy. I then flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and went out to my desk. It happened again. But Marcus, my friend, called me about a girl named Autumn. Some other workers tried holding in their laughs. Finally one worker with blonde short hair asked, "Who you talking to in there?" trying to keep a straight face. "A man named Winter McKnight had claimed to have seen a young girl by the name of Autumn Green in his head. We are not sure if he's telling veracity." I sighed and looked toward my water bottle and took a sip. Watching the news, I decided to change the channel. I didn't feel like being on the spot right now. I already had a coarse morning. "Great! Just what I needed. Me being hunted down by the paparazzi over some silly rumor." I wasn't in the mood at all. Just then a sudden thump rubbed against my door. Silence for a few minutes, and in no time, four or so SWAT soldiers came in.

I was getting a little confused so I tried to make my exit, then Blonde came out of nowhere. "You were gettin' smart there; were you? Tryina get out of that little lie, huh? I had enough of your bullshit for too long." He came in close, looked at the SWAT team and stepped back. "My bad, my bad." Then he came closer again,

"You wanna know what happens to smart people?"

"Can I get a hint?" I asked curiously, I really wanted to know what happens to smart people. Blonde perforated a file cabinet. Hard. Nearly breaking it.

"Good enough hint?" he remarked. "Tell me, it was a friend you were talking to, right?" I hate these moments. Especially when I was little. I was an atrocious prevaricator. My father knew it, and I knew it. But the gig was pretty believable, until he brings The Leather. That's what he calls his belt. Every time a problem occurs, there I was, prevaricating. He's listening, well, he seems like he's listening, when I can clearly tell he's just waiting for the truth. I see where this is going when he leaves for his room. Then comes The Leather. Luckily, The Leather isn't here. But Knuckles replaced him. Blonde bought Knuckles and was ready for me to tell another story. So, I told him what I saw.

"Well, no. It was my girlfriend, Autumn."

"You mean her?" His colleagues didn't either. They gaped and just pointed to the television. On it screened Autumn. Smiling out to the public. And me. Why now? Why here? I didn't understand. But I bet my workers did. She was here. She found me.