Rise of an Adaams

The Beginning.

“W…what was that?” Christopher asked after he’d recovered.

“Ahh it's nothing much boy, nothing at all. You'd better get back to work though” Damien said casually, too casually. It was as if he was trying to hide something in plain sight.

Knowing that if he prodded any longer it wouldn't yield anything he decided to let things be and continue his work.

The next day in class he couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday, the visions, the voices, “Noooo!!!...I can't…please stop…”

“Christopher” no answer,

“Stop it!!”,

“Christopher?” still no answer

“Stop it!!!”

“Christopher?!!!” he jerked

“What happened?” a female voice asked her hand still on him,

“Where?” he said wiping his mouth, “What happened where?”

“What happened to you? You're crying” the voice said sadly.

Christopher took his hands to his face touching the tears, “Oh, uhm these? Don't worry about them Elsie, something got into my eyes, it's nothing serious” he said wiping them off.

“Yo man, what's going on? You're acting strange” said a male voice.

“Jack, it's nothing. You guys are overthinking it” Christopher said looking up at his friends.

Elsie and Jack, both siblings, twins even they had a lot in common and one of those was the fact that they both cherished him a lot and have been with him since he turned 12.

“Okay man, if you say so” Jack raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“Christopher…” Elsie said softly,

“Seriously Els,” he said placing a hand on hers “Don't worry about me okay?” he smiled.

Elsie smiled back although she wasn't totally convinced but she had to let it go.

“Okay,” she said, “Anyways, how are you doing?” She asked sitting down on his desk.

“I'm…” Christopher began,

“Elsie, Ms. Cherline wants you in her office right now” a student walked in.

“Shoot. I'll be right back Christopher” she said before walking off.

“So you want to talk about it?” Jack pulled a chair.

“Talk about what?” Christopher said feigning innocence.

“Bro I know you more than you think. I didn't say anything because Elsie was here but I know for a fact something’s definitely wrong especially with the way you rushed out yesterday so common, spill it. What's up?”

Christopher sighed, Jack was always logical and wise and he knew he couldn't keep this for very long.

“Don't beat yourself up bro, I'll tell you but now's not really a good time okay? I promise I'll tell you” Christopher said shoulders slumped.

Jack raised his eyebrows, “Okay Chris, no problem. At your own time come to me okay?”

“Yes I will man, Thank you” Christopher said with a weak smile.

“I'll be right back Jack I just want to go do something” Christopher stood up.

“Oh, yeah go ahead I'll be here” Jack said, raising his face.

The sky was beautiful, the sun shone warmly, the butterflies fluttered peacefully in the garden, and a gentle breeze blew around.

As he walked his hands reached for his pendant.

“Christopher?” a soft voice called,

“Yes, Matron,”

”Where have you been all day my boy? And why do you look so sad?” it asked.

Christopher was quiet, tears falling silently, dripping from his young eyes,

“Matron?” he called, his hands on his pendant,

“Yes Christopher” she answered

“Why was I named Christopher Adaams?” an innocent question filled with so much sadness.

“Whoa, where's this coming from? What happened?” her eyes grew wide

Silence,

“You want to talk about it Chris?” she asked softly,

More silence,

She sighed, “Okay my boy I'll tell you. Remember that beautiful pendant you have always worn since you were a baby?” He nodded, “Now when we found you on our doorstep that raining night we saw the name Christopher Addams written on the back of the pendant and decided to call you that. Is that alright my boy?”

Christopher paused for a while, “Okay.”

The matron then asked, “ What made you ask such a question son?”

He sniffed and said, “Some of the boys made fun of me because of my name.”

The Matron sighed, “Don't worry I'll talk to them, and also…now that you know how special your name is aren't you proud of it?” He nodded,

“Now smile and go out and play my boy” he smiled a genuine smile and ran out of the cupboard laughing.

Christopher smiled as he remembered the Matron, the closest thing he had to a mother.

He finally reached the back of the school, a place he made his little haven, away from the noises and fake smiles.

He usually came there to eat or clear his mind but this time he did both.

He sat on the bench like always and brought out his meal: a piece of hard bread and a bottle of water. He also brought along a book on softwares because he has a habit of eating and reading.

As he began to enjoy his little meal, a clique, composed of the rich, spoilt brats of his class come towards him.

“Christopher, how are you doing? What about your parents? Oops I forgot again.., you don't have any” one of them said and the whole group burst into laughter.

Christopher remained quiet and acted as if they didn't exist because he knew if he responded it could lead to a potential expulsion.

“Seems your mouth's healed pretty well Grey, but I wouldn't mind restructuring it again if that's what it'll take to make you not say stupid things. You can consider it me being generous but if you don't want that I could always arrange a trip to Nurse Lilly if you’d like” he said not taking his eyes off his book.

Grey hit his book, but it seemed like a harmless mistake and bending down to pick it to hit Christopher’s meal out of his hands.

Christopher, who had barely eaten the previous day, felt anger boiling inside of him, he heard voices,

"Crush him..."

"He's nothing to you"

"Crush the bug, the power is in you.”

He raised his hand, adrenaline rushing through his veins…

But then a faint voice echoed: Keep silent… become the dagger.

His fist trembled.

Then he lowered it.

Grey smirked, “Smart choice, orphan.”

Christopher stood up and glanced at him, his face cold and eyes glittered with bloodlust, then with a cool expression tore his books out of Grey's hand and began leaving

Then someone shouted, “I bet your Dad was an alcoholic”

Christopher kept on walking, not paying attention in the slightest till he heard, “...a…an…and your mom…she could have been, no she definitely was a slut”.

At that point Christopher felt something snap, his pendant cut him painfully. His calm facade crumbled slightly and he froze right before taking the next step. Regaining his composure he turned around and walking back, asked with a smile, “Who said that?” his tone calm and playful.

Grey snickered, “I said it, what are you gonna do? Cry to the teacher? Beat me up? Or are you going to cry to your slutty Mom?...oh I forgot she's a dead bitch.” the group laughed again.

Christopher, still smiling, landed a sharp slap that echoed painfully.

The other party stumbled fell immediately from the sheer force, looked at Christopher dazed, “You actually dared to hit me” he touched his cheek then screamed, “I'll kill you, you bastard” and lunged at him, together with the rest of the gang after they recovered from the shock of the sheer power Christopher had put into that slap.

It clearly showed on their faces that they thought Christopher would think twice before hit he hit one of them considering their number but he didn't even blink when he hit Grey.

As they attacked as a group they tried to overpower Christopher but no matter how many punches they threw, or how many times they kicked, it was all in vain as Christopher maneuvered through them.

Anyone who saw him stopped and stared because he had an overwhelming amount of control over the fight, he was quick and efficient not wasting one movement and then his fist hit Grey’s jaw so strongly a sickening crack was heard.

Alas it ended with Christopher winning.

He left, but as he turned a corridor, he felt the pain in his chest again, more severe and brutal. As he clutched his chest he heard the voices again,

“Stop…please stop…let me go…”

He saw blood just like before but this time he saw the blood around a woman crying.

“Why…why do I feel like I've seen this before” he thought, tears falling from his eyes but as his eyes slowly closed he saw a blurry figure and heard a familiar voice, “Didn't think it'd begin so soon.”