Adam the Forsaken

It was a bright sunny afternoon when a lone cat boy came home from school and was shoved off the school bus. He was the kind of cat boy that just looking at him you’d feel sorry for him. At times one could find him fun to hang with, while other times he’d seem to be in his own little world. He landed with a thud onto his lawn.

“Someday I shall make them all pay,” he said.

He picked himself up, dusted himself off and entered his home.

Covina seemed like a nice enough city. California is pretty accepting of other races, but there were two key issues working against him. One of them is that he is Jewish and the majority of the people living in Covina are Christian in some form and the rest don’t really talk much about the religion. Adam’s was the only known Jewish family on the block. Although the area seemed tolerant enough of religious differences and had its Christmas parades every year as though they were not there it probably didn't help anything to be different than the community in that way.

Adam has two older sisters, Cara and Tara, a dad by the name of David and a Mom with the name Joanne. The Second of the two key issues is he, Cara and his mom suffer from a few mental disorders. His mom is Clinically Depressed, he has Aspergers and ADHD, and his sister Cara has epilepsy and mild retardation. Only his father “David” and sister “Tara” seemed normal or were not diagnosed with some mental disorder.

The biggest issue for Adam was there wasn’t nearly enough awareness of these disorders and a lot of people held a rather 1950’s mentality, i.e. if they have to see a therapist, take medication and are not acting like nearly everyone else, then they are mentally ill. So at the time he was put in a school for the mentally disturbed because people saw him as a trouble maker and a mentally unstable being. What they failed to see was, in doing this, they were protecting bullies and encouraging the real troublemakers to pick on anyone who was different. Then they’d be sent away from the “regular” schools the rest of them got to attend.

The "sisters" constantly made a point of asserting their hierarchy whenever they were having a bad day. Adam was 4 or 5 when they began. By this point he was used to the idea that all older siblings are supposed to beat up their younger brother and he was not allowed to retaliate or defend himself. He was also not allowed to get angry because hurting the person who pissed him off or running from them was all he knew how to do in those situations. Nothing else adequately vented his endless anger.

Our real story begins when he was ten and all his friends were no longer allowed to see him because he went to the “mental” school. The day he came to this realization, he made up his mind and gathered a bag of nonperishables to last a week. He also packed his stuffed teddy bear that glows in the dark.

He then headed to the Covina Public Library. Once there he looked in the book sale section hoping they had a book on surviving in the wilderness and on the streets, but then something caught his eye. It was a black book with words written in Hebrew on the cover. He asked the person working in the book sale area how much they wanted for it.

The sales person said, “Just take it; no one else wants it.”

Adam asked a librarian, “What does this say?”

The librarian replied, “Book of Necromancy. Do not open. I wouldn’t worry about it, the person who gave it to us was pretty superstitious so it is probably nothing.”

“Book of Necromancy, eh?” Adam thought. Shaking his head and curious to see what would happen, he opened it outside. Screams of ghosts and demonic entities were heard as they entered Adam’s mind and body.

The book had phonetic keys to help him pronounce the spells and an English translation to tell him what they did. “Perfect!” he said “No longer must I suffer at the hands of the human race. But first, I have a little unfinished business with my two sisters.” He levitated a few inches off the ground and headed home.

His sisters came home from school with his mom.

His mother, Joanne asked, “Is everything ok Adam?”

“Never better!” Adam said sounding a bit like he was plotting something.

“I guess your dad is working late again. Well I have to go to my group meeting. See you guys in a couple of hours.” The sisters and Adam knew the drill and gave her the go-ahead.

Tara said, “Adam, what was with your tone just now? I don’t like it one bit!” She held him against a wall.

“What are you intending to do?” she asked angrily.

“Something I should have done a long time ago!” replied Adam. He chanted a spell to summon some zombies. Tara heard the groaning outside and went to check it out, while Adam went to Cara who was upstairs in her room. Cara asked “What are you doing in our room Adam?” Adam replied, “Remember the time you and Tara beat me up when I was a little kid and when I screamed in sheer agony, you guys told me ‘Mom’s not here?’ I was maybe 4 or 5 years old. You guys were maybe 13 at the time? Well, here is a little payback!” He punched her as hard as he could in the gut while she is covered her head in fear. She was winded and weakly screamed for mom.

“Mom’s not here!” Adam said. He stuck out his claws and while she was clutching her gut and gasping for air Adam clawed through her chest and yanked her heart out. He then took her to the bathroom and quickly cleaned any blood off the carpeting. After doing so he took her heart into the kitchen and then put it into their food processor making a drink out of it. Tara returned from the window the zombies having gone away.

“What the heck were zombies doing outside our window?” she asked and grabbed Adam by the throat.

“I don’t know but I made you this drink for you.” Adam said. Tara drank it down.

“Bleck!, that was the worst tasting drink have ever had but man, did I need it. What was in it?” Adam replied, “Let’s just say I haven’t the heart to tell you.” He laughed evilly.

“Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does. Cara has been awfully quiet this whole time.” Tara said.

Adam replied, “Oh, she is probably on the toilet she seems to use it a lot these days.”

“You said it. I’d better go check on her anyway she probably had a seizure on it.” said Tara. Tara went upstairs into the bathroom and screamed at the sight of Cara’s dead body and she shivered in fear. She got up and slowly went to the phone to try and call 911, but the phone lines were cut. “Damn it!” She yelled and ran down the stairs and was about to open the door when Adam found her.

“Going somewhere Tara?” he asked.

She turned to him, “YOU!!! YOU DID THIS DIDN’T YOU?!” Adam nodded smiling.

“But you aren’t going anywhere Tara. You know too much and I hated you most of all.” He said.

Tara replied “And that Drink?”

Adam yells, “CARA’S HEART!”

Adam heard police sirens as he was about to act. A neighbor had called them, hearing the screams of agony and terror.

Adam said, “Oh boo! I was hoping to torture you as you once did to me. Oh well.” He called in some zombies that came in through the back yard door that Adam had opened and dragged Cara’s remains away, and Tara too. Adam commanded the undead to burrow their way so deep that the bodies would never be found again. They did as commanded and Adam chanted a spell in Hebrew. The spell opened a death gate to a local graveyard where he plotted his next move. The police broke in the front door and followed the blood trail to the backyard, but then the trail ended and any traces of the bodies were gone. The police were baffled and forensics teams searched for weeks but found nothing.

As yet no one knows where Adam is or the sisters that went missing according to police. You are probably wondering how I would know this if no one else knows. Let’s just say this story might be an autobiography of sorts. Since I wrote this 3 more schools disappeared without a trace, as did all students that ever attended them when Adam did. We all wonder what became of them. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!