Carter Millens's Story

Carter Millens
May 30, 2014
5:02 PM

"I need a heal!"

Constant tapping and clicking were the only sounds that filled the darkened room. A sporadic shout every now and then added to the sounds. Carter sat almost in complete darkness, the only light coming from his large computer screens. He had barely noticed the sun had even begun to go down, his focus solely on the monitor in front of him.

He had been working this dungeon with his guild for over three hours. They kept dying at the very last minute, every time. No matter how many times they planned and prepped. "Someone heal me!" He yelled again.

Incoherent shouting emitted through his headset. His other guild mates trying to figure out where their healer had gone. "Where is he? Did he die?" Carter questioned.

"He's not even responding," One of his mates said. "He's not on the chat. He's gone."

"What the fuck!?" Carter yelled. He quickly changed his tactic, opted to run to safe area, but was killed the moment he turned around. "God dammit!"

He pulled his headset off, throwing it onto his keyboard. He groaned, rubbing his hands over his eyes. More sounds were emitting from his headset, his mates yelling as they died. He groaned again and put the set back on. The team was dead, and were booted out of the dungeon.

"Alright guys," Carter stated, annoyance in his voice. "Someone try to contact Kevin, we'll regroup tomorrow. If he's not there, or doesn't get back into contact, we'll have to find a new healer."

They had already gone through three healers, trying to find one that could keep up with them. So far, everyone fell short. Or abandoned mid way through the dungeon. Thinking about it made Carter more frustrated, but he stood from his chair to try and calm down. He then realized how dark it was and moved to turn on the light.

As he neared the door, he could hear voices, which was odd. His Aunt Molly should be the only one home. No offence to her, but she really didn't have friends. Opening the door, the voices grew louder.

"Ma'am, we're not here for you. We're here for you nephew."

"And I am telling you. He's not here."

"Ma'am, we both know he's here. He has daily dungeon crawls starting at 4, and those usually take about two hours."

Carter could feel Molly's shock. Even he was shocked. Who were these guys? Why did they want him? How did they know his daily schedule. He stepped further out of his room, and headed down the hallway to the living room. He saw them before they saw him. They looked seriously official. Black suits, sunglasses. Government official.

"Molly?" Carter questioned as he stepped around the corner into the living room.

Molly's eyes widened, pushing past the officials. She grabbed him by the shoulders, her brown eyes filled with worry. "Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?" She looked to the officials, and then pushed him back towards his bedroom. "You need to get out of here." She whispered harshly.

"What? Why?" He questioned, also keeping his voice down. Albeit, he wasn't sure why.

"They know, about your powers." She pushed into his room, immediately grabbing the empty backpack on the floor. She began filling it with clothes, and a few other essentials. "They're going to take you away."

"What? How do they know?" He questioned grabbing his phone and tablet. As well as their charges. "Why do they want to take me away?"

"They think you're dangerous. They're gathering up anyone with abilities." She handed him the backpack, and ruffled his hair. "Just get out of here, before--"

Molly was cut off as the officials began heading towards the bedroom. They were shouting, as the main man, the one talking to her earlier, pushed through the door. "We're doing this to protect you. He's dangerous." He shouted, brandishing a fun.

Molly immediately stepped in front of her nephew. "Clearly, you've never met him. He wouldn't hurt a fly! His powers aren't even dangerous!"

"Ma'am, step aside."

"Get out of here, Carter." Molly snapped.

Carter snapped into action, realizing now what was happening. He was going to be taken away. They were going to lock him up. Experiment on him, or something. He quickly thought of a place, any place that wasn't here. He closed his eyes, and then opened them to find himself standing in the middle of a cornfield.

He glanced around himself, looking for any sign of where he was. A large sign on the side of the road nearby read Norman, Oklahoma.

"Great. Oklahoma."