Power Befalls Pain(Part 1)
Chapter 1
Where had it gone wrong? Why did things come to this? What were his mistakes? These are the questions inside John Lewis's mind. He was the strongest being on earth, maybe the universe. How can someone with such power be in this state?
John could still remember his euphoric days. He had it all. A lot of money, excellent parents, state of the art technology etc. John could still recall the final days in his time. He had just achieved victory in his toughest battle. How could it come to this?
He paused for a moment and looked back on his life.
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Chapter 2
Harry Lewis and Rosie-Kate Lewis were the poorest couple in London. They were jobless and had to depend on alms. They could only afford a small duplex house to live in. To contact people, they could only use I-phones that required a SIM card. Harry and Rosie also didn't have any parents. The only relatives alive were ones who did not care about them. But worst of all, they were black. Despite the technological advancements of the world, racism hadn't been eradicated in Libropolis. It was the richest and most powerful country in the world but racism was present in every corner of the country. They were black and poor, the worst combination in the country. Their life was the only that everyone else despised.
However, on a bright and beautiful day, they got a gift. Their first and only child was born. He was beautiful; a cute black face, small fingers, small toes. This was the happiest moment in their life. They named their son John Lewis. Their joy knew no bounds. Although they were still the poorest family, they had stored enough money for the medical bills. The stored money also allowed them to buy second-hand baby food, diapers etc.
Even with their happiness, the couple couldn't get rid of most problems. In fact, it only added to it. Now, they had almost no money. Plus, giving birth to a black child, the state of racism for them did not get any better. But they didn't care. They had their jewel. Now, was the time to polish it.
Although they wanted to give John a good life, with their circumstances, it wasn't really easy. Harry and Rosie had begged alms in a shift system. Harry during the day, Rosie during the evening or vice-versa. Still, they had enough money to give John the basic essentials, even if they were second-hand. Thankfully, John also had very few illnesses as a toddler. So, the amount of extra money spent was very limited. So, they considered it a well-balanced life.
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Seeing John grow was the most beautiful moment in Harry and Rosie's life. Sure, there were downsides but the advantages far outstretched it. They noted every single moment that they thought was noteworthy; His first time taking a solid food, his first word 'draw', him taking his first steps etc. But among the memorable moments, the one that surprised them the most was him staring and always trying to touch Nourar's paintings.
Nourar was one of their dead relatives. Specifically, Harry's uncle. He was the last person that gave the couple any sort of support. Unfortunately, Nourar never realized his talent of painting despite his family and friends constantly telling him. He even had a teacher who told him to not waste his talent. But he didn't listen. Who could blame him? Artists these days have almost zero value. But some of them were among the greatest pictures people ever saw. So, following his "I'll settle for a maths teacher" path didn't really work. Nourar was never supposed to be a maths teacher. He was just average in maths and quite bad at teaching. The number of times he lost his jobs was uncountable. He couldn't even support himself, how could he support others? Still, the emotional support was there. Nourar died of depression at 25 years with an unfulfilled life. As his paintings were free, Harry kept some of them in his honour.
But the surprising part was that Lewis was just below 3 years old. Why should he think about a painting made by someone that he didn't even know? Did he like it? How can a child understand this? Harry and Rosie didn't know these answers. They just dismissed it as an unusual thing babies do.
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Just like that, John's first day of school came. Rosie looked at her young man, wondering where the years had gone. She could still remember the days when he was learning to walk. On the other hand, Harry was busy bringing out his Tesla so that he could drive John to school. Although both of them were adamant that John should get a good education, they couldn't really send him to a good school. Even sending him to school was a hassle itself. But after a lot of maths, they saw that with a loan of $100,000 every year, sending him to an average school was possible. So, John's school life started.
That period was a film that deserved the 'Film of the Century' award.
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Chapter 3
During the drive to school, John was the most excited Harry had ever seen him. Harry had told him that he would go to a new place and meet new people. Of course, he was excited. John was always a lively and carefree child. Whenever he heard something new or had a new experience, his face lit up. Little did he know, this era was coming to an end.
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Although John was as excited as he had ever been, he was a bit disappointed that his mother couldn't accompany him. Rosie told him that she had to go out to work. The actual case was that she didn't want to feel embarrassed in front of everyone. However, when John saw the new faces and the outer design of Tritack Primary School, he was transported to a wholly different world. So many new people! Such a good design! He didn't even wait for Harry to stop the car. When the car was slowing down, he jumped out and ran to the front gate. Harry had to quickly park the car and catch up with the little cheetah.
When Harry caught up with John, he saw that John was trying to talk to others and make friends already. Harry knew that it would only end in disaster. He intervened in their conversation and took John away.
John asked angrily, "Father, why? *Harry said, "Not now, dear. Later. We need to introduce you to the head teacher first".
John went with his father to the teacher with disappointment. Anyways, they went to Mrs. Angela, the head teacher. Harry introduced himself and John. Just by seeing the reaction of her when Harry was talking, John didn't like her. Then, when she talked, she was very rude. Just as they were leaving, Harry requested her to take the best possible care of John". However, she just replied with a hurried "okay, okay, now leave." Harry knew why she was so hostile but to little John, it was THE mystery to solve. Harry had another, bigger worry. John would have to stay with other children for 6 hours 5 days a week. The hate he would get would be horrible. Harry only prayed that he got lucky with his friends and did not get traumatized.
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While John still had a sour taste from meeting with Mrs.Angela, he was excited to make new friends. He entered the classroom and was again, transported into another world. This time, he knew that he wanted to make friends and there was no one to stop him. He went to talk to another boy and the boy just ignored him. He tried with someone else but with the same result. Whoever he talked to just ignored him. Even the teachers didn't give him the attention that they gave to other students. He wondered why. Being an extroverted kid, rather than being distraught, he was surprised. John wondered, "Why do the other kids not want to talk with me? Meeting new people is so fun. Why were they afraid?" John didn't have any answers and thus, he spent his first day being lonely. However, John's attitude was excellent for a child. Instead of throwing a tantrum, he became more determined to make friends the next day.
On the next day, John tried a lot harder but his efforts were in vain. The next day, nothing improved either. In this way, a week passed.
John was really a child everyone would want. He was smart, had a great attitude, was polite, was social and was interested in new things. The only problem was he was black and poor. And in Libropolis, that was a crime that was not written in the constitution. John still was hopeful.
When Rosie and Harry heard John's stories of school every day, they were both sad and proud in equal measure. Sad because their child couldn't make friends and was ignored by all. But proud that their child already had such an attitude that no one else had anymore. They only knew of all-wanting spoilt children and all-giving bad guardians. They could only hope that the situation would improve in the near future.
It did.
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Chapter 4
The next week, John's luck changed. A new student named David Groth joined the school. He was also like John. Well mostly. He was beautiful, black, sharp, and an extrovert. He wasn't poor though. But, when they met, they became friends instantly. Finally, John had someone to talk to in school. Maybe the teachers still ignored him but his 6 hours of loneliness finally came to an end.
When John returned home that day, he was ecstatic. He told his parents about his new friend and they were as happy as John.
"So, school is going good now, right John?" asked Rosie
"Of course, I have a friend now. I now have a new person to have fun with. I am sure that I will make even more friends in the future." Replied John
"Good for you, son. But don't forget to focus on your studies too." Said Harry
"Don't worry about that, papa. I am studying what they teach at school every day. You know that. You have seen that I am doing well. I want to respond to the teachers but they just ignore me. Oh well. That will change in the future too." Said John before running off to his room to draw.
"I love John" said Harry
"You say that 10 times per day" said Rosie
"But I do, he is just such a good child. He studies well, draws like he was born to, has an excellent attitude. I wish I was like him when I was a child"
"Me too" said Rosie "But I do see a problem here. Sure, he has a new friend that's like him. Knowing John, he can't continue a whole year with the same person, let alone his school life. To make it worse, no teacher pays attention to him"
"That's true but if he can make 4 or 5 more friends, he will be fine: 1 teacher who pays attention to him every year will do too" Said Harry
"First off, no, he needs a lot of friends and 1 teacher won't do, even if that actually happens. He needs the amount of friends a rich kid has. We live in a society where money equals to friends. It's not right but there's nothing we can do about it. If we want to send him to school and do the other essential work, we cannot provide him with the digital things other people have."
"That's true but we need to provide all the support we can. He IS a good kid after all. About the digital thing, it is a bit sad. But you know, it may be better that way. He has a talent in drawing. With the digital phones and *digital houses, he will be unable to nurture it. God always does things for the best. I won't have our life any other way." Said Harry
"I know God has something good planned. But sometimes, I wonder about it. Think, we live in the only house that occupies any space. We have phones for talking with each other when we are outside. People can just say to a wall, 'call this person' and they can talk. Information can be found just by having a circular device on the hand. I mean John goes to the ONLY school that is a school. Children these days have the AI as teachers in their circular device. Additionally, we are the only family that drives to John's school. The other children just teleport to wherever they want. Thank God there are some parking spots. About the art thing, Art is dead now. I want him to do well in his talent but given the situation of art in the society he has to follow some other path. Thank God Tritack has art as an subject. The other schools don't even have one. Unfortunately, I don't think art is an option" Said Rosie sadly.
"You said it yourself, thank God. God always has something. Don't worry." Said Harry, trying to make Rosie confident.
Just then, John burst out his room with a drawing and showed it to his parents.
"Yeah, maybe things will become better." Said Rosie after seeing the art.
Chapter 5
These 3 months had been the best time of John's life. He and David talked, played, studied, did everything together. John and David were the best in their class. No one even came close to them. If David was top in maths, John was second. If John was top in English, David was second. But it WAS just first grade of Kindergarten. Teachers couldn't deny that they were more intelligent than University students. They understood everything in a jiff. The other students were more of a slacker, but even if they tried, they couldn't catch up with John and David. However, they would still ignore John. They did talk to David sometimes as his family was rich. But John was black and poor. He wasn't fit to talk to them. But one of them did consider it.
The school year continued and the two friends outperformed everyone else. They were the best of friends but also the best of rivals in everything. Well, except Art. John was untouchable there. Whereas, David was just average. No one else could come close to him there.
At the end of the school year, John both came first. They both scored either a 100% or a 99% in every subject. Problem was: John defeated David by 20 marks in art. Everyone congratulated David but not John. However, finally, there was a teacher who congratulated him. His art teacher, Ross Rallison, was the first teacher to ever talk to him spontaneously.
Ross was a 52 year old art teacher. He had a bright face with a white beard. He had a stout body and was very fit. On first glance, no one would know that he was over 50. Most would think he was under 35. He was an expert in the field and had taught countless bright students. Thus, he was very depressed about the condition of art in the world. He didn't want it to decline but with the technological advancements, it seemed likely. But seeing John, he thought that maybe it was possible to revive the beauty of art. He wanted to talk to him for a long time but was afraid of the social conditions. But he finally got the courage and went to have a chat.
"Hey, John. Congrats. You not only came first in art but also in your class."
"Thanks, Mr. Ross. I am really happy. But I am happier that you talked to me. No other teacher wants to. It is so fun to talk with new people." Replied John
Ross sat there thinking how he wanted to talk to John for so long but couldn't. Still, he would try to change it now. As he was also the Kindergarten second grade teacher, he knew John and he would meet again.
While Ross was thinking, John said "You are ignoring me, again, Mr. Ross?"
Ross, recovering quickly, said "No, no, no. I was just thinking about you."
"Me?" asked a confused John.
"Yes, you. You know John. You have a great talent in art. You are already better than I ever could be. Don't waste this talent. I knew someone else who had a talent like you. He didn't make use of it. Don't make the same mistake. Be the one to revive art" Said Ross
"Of course, sir." Said John, very confused as to what Ross was saying. But he always did consider art a hobby rather than being aware it was his specialty.
After he got to the car to return home, John showed the report to his parents. They didn't attend the digital ceremony because of the fear of embarrassment. John didn't know they were invited. He thought that the student collecting the report card in his school and taking it to the parents was the usual way of collecting report cards. However, he was surprised to see only him and David there. But he was just so ecstatic that he didn't really think about why no one else was there. And after the conversation with MR. Ross, he was just too happy to do anything.
Anyways, Harry and Rosie were very proud. This was the child they wanted. They may be poor but they still were on top of the world. After they gave the report card back to John, he told them about the conversation with Mr. Ross.
Harry and Rosie were happy and confused. They never expected that a teacher will talk to their child but they didn't care. John having a new person to talk to and trust on is what mattered. God did have something good planned. He told them about his talk on a talented artist, the revival of art etc. John also said how he was very confused about the conversation with MR. Ross but was still happy. When John told the whole story, Harry and Rosie were reminded of someone.
They couldn't help but think that Ross was the teacher of Nourar.
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Chapter 6
John's school life continued in the second grade of Kindergarten and it was a lot better. This time not only did he have David to talk to in school but also Mr. Ross. He was also competing with David for the no.1 spot in class. His drawing abilities were also improving and that was the only subject which kept him on 1st instead of 2nd. He felt like he was on top of the world.
But John did have some more questions this time around; Like how still no one except David wanted to be friends with him or how teachers would still ignore him. He didn't think much about it in the last year He had some more thoughts this time around but just dismissed it. He had so much fun. Why should he worry about it now? After all, he didn't know about the cruelty of the world yet.
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John did get a better 1st term of KG2 but from the second term, the condition deteriorated. Mr. Ross was still talking to him every day in and out of school but he had other people to take care and talk to. John understood that and didn't have much problem with that. Problem was on the other side. David was making new friends due to his wealth while John was not. David had new connections. He had to invest time with others too. He tried to rationalize the amount of time but with so many friends, John and David spent less time with each other as the days went on. John understood that too but was a bit sad. He was even sadder because despite him trying his hardest, no one wanted to be his friend. And that *wasn't ideal for an extrovert like him.
Even with the bad conditions and his sadness, he still tried to keep his parents and teachers happy. Also, they may spend less time now but their friendship wasn't ruined; Far from it. Both of them were again the best students of the class; both in intelligence and discipline. Even with the low amount of time, the time they did spend was priceless. They were life-long best friends. Harry and Rosie couldn't be prouder of their son.
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Even with the Ups and downs, John still considered KG2 as a better time than KG1. The reason for that was simple. Mr. Ross. Due to Ross, John fell in love with art even more. John was miles ahead in art skills anyway. Whenever John drew or painted something, everyone would get amazed (not that anyone but David expressed it). But Ross would seem blown away too. He kept thinking "How can you teach someone who's already better than you?" However, being young, John didn't really know most styles and colours of art. Although Ross had to think about everyone's abilities to teach, every week, he would give Ross 2 private lessons after school with no charge. Ross introduced John to water colour, acrylic and many other types of colour. He wanted to introduce him to the famous artists but didn't. He wanted to let him grow and then, let him see. He didn't want John to lose his confidence. Anyways, John was introduced to a new world of art. He became even better. Quite possibly the best artist in the neighbourhood, maybe even the city. So, school was going well according to him.
Little did he know that art was the only good thing in this year.
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When Harry and Rosie learned about Ross giving lessons, they were really happy. They went to meet with Ross and it went well. They were happy that a white person was talking to them and helping them and their son. Ross was really helpful. They thanked Ross for teaching John. Ross told them it wasn't much. But to Harry and Rosie, it was a lot.
After the meeting, Rosie said, "Doesn't he look familiar, Harry?"
Harry replied, "He is Nourar's teacher."
"I wasn't sure but thought so." Rosie continued "Why didn't you tell him?"
Harry replied, "I think he may be uncomfortable if he remembers how Nourar wasted his talent. Maybe he will think John will do the same and stop teaching him which will be bad for him and John both."
"I see, good thinking."
When Harry and Rosie returned home, John ran towards them and hugged them.
"Where did you go?" asked John
"We went to meet with Mr.Ross, your art teacher" replied Harry.
"What? You did? Isn't he just the best?" asked John
"He is the best. The meeting went well and he said he is happy with your progress." Rosie replied.
John was overwhelmed with joy. He couldn't stop running around and jumping. After he calmed down, he said "Thanks mom and dad."
"No, we should be thanking you for being so great" said Harry.
"I am nothing now. I will get better and make you happier." Said an excited John.
Harry and Rosie were filled with pride. "Well, hopefully you will. Do your best in the upcoming finals, son." Said Rosie
"I will, mom." Replied John after returning to his room to draw.
However, none of them knew that after the exams was when disaster would strike.
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Chapter 7
After the exams finished, both John and David were worried that their exams weren't too good. When they discussed the matter with their parents, their parents said that they shouldn't because they tried their best and that's what matters.
After the students and parents returned to their room, both of their parents laughed out loud.
"He reminds me of me." Said David's dad
"Oh God, they worry too much. He is so brilliant, he will do a good result anyway. And who cares if he doesn't? He is trying his best. That's all that matters." Said Harry between laughs.
"True" replied Lauren Groth
"Right you are." Replied Rosie.
After three days, results rolled around. To no one's surprise, John came first and David came right behind him. This time Harry and Rosie couldn't hide their pride. They didn't care about the embarrassment. They still joined the digital report card ceremony. Life was going well. Mr. Ross, as usual, congratulated John and gave him support.
"Hey, John. Wanna come over to my house for a celebration party?" asked David.
"Sure, it will be tons of fun. When is it?" said John
"This Saturday, 7pm. Be there on time." Replied David.
"Ok. But will your parents agree?"
"It was their idea, John."
"Is anyone else going to be there?"
"Just a few close relatives."
"Ok, I know I said that I will be there but I need to talk with my parents. I will call you tomorrow to give a definite answer." Said John.
"Ok."
After returning home, John discussed the subject of the party with his parents. His parents were hesitant to give an answer which surprised John. They knew that David was a good kid. He expected a yes instantly but Harry and Rosie said that they will tell him at night.
'Why are they so hesitant?' John asked himself.
After dinner, Harry told John, "Ok. You can go but we won't be there. We have some work outside but as you will be with David, I suppose you won't face any major issue. If you do though, don't hesitate to call us."
John's face was a sign if excitement and relief. "Thanks a lot, dad. I will do what you told." Then, he ran back to his room to inform David.
As soon as he left, Rosie asked "are you sure about this, hon?'
"No, I am not. But we both agreed with David's black skin, his house may be the only one where John can go. He deserves to have at least some enjoyment that other kids his age get."
"You are right. Let's just hope nothing bad happens."
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"Hey David, I am coming. My parents allowed me to attend your party."
"Fantastic. By the way, I am inviting some of my other school friends too."
The word 'my' was a bit saddening for John. It just reminded him that he had no friends except David. But he replied, "Sure, no problem."
"Ok, bye for now. My parents are calling me."
"Bye, David."
After he put the phone down, John was less excited than before because he had to be with his other ignorant classmates but still, it was his first party. The thought of it made him feel better. In reality, there was nothing that could really curb his excitement.
But the excitement was the problem. He forgot to mention to his parents that his other classmates would be there too. He didn't *know that his parents would prevent him from going; it was just an honest mistake.
But that honest mistake was the start of the downfall.
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Chapter 8
When John saw the interior of David's house, he was blown away. He knew people lived in digital houses but he never knew what was inside these houses.
David's house had everything a rich kid's house had; Digital tables, chairs, bed, consoles etc. He was especially amazed to see the digitalized phone.
"You call me on that?" asked John, barely able to hide his surprised face.
"Yes, everyone these days have this. Don't you?" said a confused David.
"No, I use an I-phone 13."
"Oh."
David knew that John was poor, but not this poor. Still, he didn't mind. He came from Ugorea; Everyone there was poor.
But when John saw everyone operating the things like experts, he was a bit sad. He felt like he didn't belong in this world.
The party was supposed to be fun but it wasn't anymore. Knowing John, David was astonished to see him sad. David tried to help him but John wouldn't open up. He didn't cry but was in his saddest ever state. For John, every moment of the party was sad. He ate very little in dinner and left shortly not even saying good-bye to David.
Harry saw John's state and asked, "Was the party not fun?"
John replied, "No, it was fun. I am just very tired."
But Harry knew something was wrong. The car ride was silent. When they returned, John had a small chat with Rosie and went to his room in the same saddening state.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Rosie.
"I don't know but I fear the worst. I think the thing we were afraid of happened." said Harry, trying to hide his worry.
"Oh my God."
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The next day, Harry and Rosie went to talk with John. John wasn't paying attention to anything except his art so he didn't even realize them coming in.
"Hey, John. How are you?" asked Rosie.
"Oh, you guys are here. I am fine. What about you?"
"We are fine too." said Harry. "Listen John, we want to talk about the party yesterday. Please tell us what happened. We know it wasn't fun. We know you. If you enjoy something, you don't do anything except run around and chat."
"Ok; Time to tell the truth. Yesterday it was the first time I went to a digital house as you guys know. I saw the interior and was very surprised. But when I saw my classmates operating them like professionals, I got sad. I realized why I can't make friends. This gave me a bitter taste and I didn't enjoy at all. I was heartbroken in a way. I have recovered now. Don't worry, it will be fine. I have a whole month to feel better.
"Good that you are recovering. But I have 2 questions before anything. First, why did you tell me that the party wasn't pleasant ?"
"I didn't want to worry you guys."
"That makes sense. But why didn't you tell us that other classmates were coming?"
"To be honest, I forgot. I was very eager about the party. So, when David told me about it at night, I was too excited to remember anything excpet the following event."
"I understand. But you Should have told us. Then, we would have tried to find a solution." said Rosie.
"You guys knew about this?"
"We did but we didn't want you to know We wanted to keep you happy. We aren't able to provide you the digitalized things other kids have due to our poor state. So, we wanted to reduce your exposure to it." explained Harry between pauses.
"I get that, dad. But you should have told me. I would be a bit sad but I would be mentally ready at least. Anyways, no use crying over spilled milk. I just need to be prepared for something like this next time."
"Sorry" said Rosie.
"No need to be sorry, mom. On the contrary, I should thank you for coming here. At least we could tell each other the truth today." said John, cheerful again.
"Thanks, John." said Rosie giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Bye for now, son."
"Bye."
"I need to focus on my work. That's the only ability I have." John said to himself.
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Chapter 9
The next few school years was the popcorn break of the movie. It was just a monotonous ride of having no friends and depression. But his grades were deteriorating in every subject except Art. Even then, he was academically unbeatable till Grade 6 when David finally broke the pattern.
His parents knew the reason for the lower grades. They felt sorry but they couldn't really do anything about it. They were more concerned about their son losing his old and ideal persona. They tried to buy some digitalized things on installment to keep him happy but it was still too expensive. The only thing they could do was constantly remind him about his grades. And they did. But nothing could cheer John up. Everyday in school, he was reminded of how backdated he was. The only things that kept him happy were his classes with Ross and Nourar's paintings.
David and John still remained friends. But with David's increasing number of friends, he was spending less time with John and with John's constant depression, their friendship was slowly becoming a house of cards. When David became 1st, he threw a party. John didn't attend. David was very sad. He personally met with John one day and had a chat with him. They talked for a long time. Well, more like, David talked for a long time. John just replied with yes, no, sorry and thank you's from time to time. He was a shadow of his old extrovert self.
At the end of the day, David told "I have a gift for you, John. Here, take it."
When John saw it, his face lit up. It was a giftcard for a digital phone. He was thrilled at first but then, he started to cry. He was ashamed to be so depressed about something like this when he had such good friends and family around him.
"Thanks David but I can't accept this."
"Why not?"
"I don't deserve this. I was depressed about not having this and being unable to operate this. I shouldn't have been upset about such a little thing."
"Good. You understood your mistake. That's a good enough reason for you to have this. Plus, I am your friend and it's a gift. You have to accept it. No return policy."
David was about to cry again but he recovered and just thanked him again. "Meet you later, David."
"Yeah, meet you later. I am hoping that next year we compete for the 1st rank again."
"Sure, bye."
The house of cards now became a house of bricks.
When John returned home, he broke down. He went to his parents and just cried for 5 minutes. When Harry and Rosie asked what was wrong, John apologized. He told how he was wrong for all these years and how he shouldn't have behaved like this. He told how the meeting with David made him realize and how he will never do it again.
"Excellent, son. You are finally back. The version of John Lewis that we truly loved. I missed you and your attitude, son. The results never mattered. I am happy that you finally realize your mistakes. It's time for you to rebuild yourself and best believe we are there to support you." said Harry.
"Thanks,dad." said John. And then the 3 family members started to cry together again.
Aftet their emotional family time, Rosie said, "John, here's another gift for you. It's the " Indestructible Bottle" which we kept as a memory of Nourar after he died. But it is actually even older. The date "11th August, 1980" is carved on it. However, the peculiar part is it hasn't been possible to open this bottle or break it since its creation. Nourar came the closest to opening it when he was able to move the cap. But that's as far as he went.
"Thanks for the gift, mom. I really appreciate it but why are you giving this to me?"
First off, we wanted to give you last year when you turned 10 but we couldn't due to your depressed state. But more importantly, you are better than Nourar in art and it has also been said "The child born with the right attitude and pure heart will be the one to open it and he will feel something that no one ever has."
"Ok but how does that make me suitable for this?"
"Because you dumb boy, in our opinion, you are the child with the right attitude and pure heart. It went away for a few years but now, you are back, stronger than before. Ever since you were born, you displayed certain qualities that no one else does. We have seen a myraid of children but none of them come close. It may be a longshot but doesn't hurt to try, does it?" explained Rosie.
musterpose not, but am I really the right person?"
"Just try and open." said Harry
"Ok."
Then, with all the strength he could muster, John tried to open the bottle. Nothing happened.
"I suppose you are not worthy yet." said Harry. "Don't get mad, it's not the 'Indestructible Bottle' for no reason. Keep it with you and try it later."
"Ok, dad. Thanks for the gift again."
Harry and Rosie left. All 3 people that he met today ended their day feeling happy for John. Even better, these were his closest people.
"I am going to treat this bottle as my best friend. I will open it if it's the last thing I do."
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Chapter 10
The next few years was the comeback. John improved his grades but more importantly, he became an even better human. Also, Mr. Ross made John even better in art. John was eternally thankful to him. The bond between John and David, and John and his parents also got stronger. John involved himself in some extra-curricular activites as well. Again, he was ignored but he was still the face of Tritack. There was only one thing he wasn't able to complete in this time; Opening the bottle. Well, he still tried now and then.
Like this, time flew by. The University admission exams were knocking at the door. John and his parents wanted to attend the best university in the world but it was going to be expensive. Luckily, there was something called a 'scholarship'. He came top in the written exam but was still denied at the viva. It was true for all exams he attended. This time, however, he didn't lose heart. He was aware that his background and race will hinder his chances. He tried and tried and tried. But 6 months passed without any change. After another rejection, John was feeling a bit sad.
At that moment, an even more devastating news arrived.
"John." said Harry, "I got the news a few minutes ago. Mr.Ross died of a heart attack".
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Mr.Ross didn't marry. He didn't much family either. Most of his friends were also dead. So, the congregation was very small. In fact, the only ones to attend the digital funeral were John, Harry, Rosie, Ross's brother, nephew, some of his students and some other friends. But everyone who joined was greatly influenced by him. Everyone remembered him as a role model.
The priest began his eulogy by:
"Ross was not a social person. But he was an excellent person. No matter how he hard he tried, he never came first in class. But he made others top. He didn't know many people but whoever he knew, they respected him. In fact, he is the reason why some of you here are where you are. That includes me too. We all have accomplished many great things because he was there. He changed our lives."
John stood their wondering how correct the priest was. He did change his life.
The priest continued, "I met Ross in my University days. But he never told me anything about his childhood or family. I didn't bother him. But what he did tell me was his passion for art. Something that some of you may not even know existed. He always came top in art but to be fair, we 2 were the only students. And when I draw a chicken, it becomes a cat."
John laughed for the first time since Ross's death.
"I knew that Ross was destined for greatness. However, the current society didn't allow his greatness to be expressed. A person like him is rare. He is what I aspire to be. But I know that I cannot be like him. For he is someone with 100% in everything. From attempts to passion to attitude. I would like to conclude by saying, let us all remember Ross, he is the artist of our life."
Everyone gave the priest a standing ovation. All John could think was how he could relate the points with his life. Harry and Rosie thought how Ross helped their son. All of them were eternally grateful.
After a while, everyone was starting to leave. There was no service as it was digital. As John was just about to disconnect, the priest shouted "John, Don't leave. I have something important."
Naturally, John wondered what it was. But he replied, "Ok, sir."
"I sent you a note on your phone. Ross told me it was highly confidential but he needed to reach it to you. He couldn't send it Himself but told me to give it to you. That's all. Thanks."
"Thank you, sir."
After the call ended, John opened the note and started to read it.
'John, I hope you are fine. Listen, I won't survive for much longer. I have blood cancer. The one disease to not have a cure. This is my final message to you. John, it was a pleasure teaching you. I have never had so much fun teaching someone. The last student I had fun teaching was Nourar, your uncle. I am sorry that I didnt say it earlier. But you know his story. I didnt want to be reminded and also let you go down the same path. But to be honest, I never forgot it. But I am amazed to see you not give up. Please John, revive art. Do what Nourar couldn't. I know you can. Thank you, John. Thank you for being the person I couldn't, Nourar couldn't. Become the best like no one ever was."
After John read that, he broke down. He held the 'indestructible bottle' in his hand and was sitting and crying alone in his room. He was thinking about him, his parents, Mr. Ross and David. He remembered so many happy memories. He thought how Mr.Ross helped him so much. He thought how good his life was because of him. He realized he wouldn't change his life for anything. He became determined again and was ready for the next admission test. But amidst his thoughts, the bottle slipped from his hand and fell to the drawing of Nourar that was on the ground.
What happened next was shocking.
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The bottle fell and finally broke . When it did, a variety of coloured smokes, lighting, fire, water and ice came towards him. He was shaking like crazy. When the smokes ended, John felt a surge of power through his veins. Everything happened in an instant. He didn't even know what happened. He called for his parents.
"Mom, dad. Come quickly."
Harry and Rosie ran to his room and asked "What happened?"
"The bottle broke and just disappeared. But even more confusing is that some coloured things came running towards me and I am feeling like a superbot. Is this supposed to happen?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "But the bottle broke?! Feeling like a superbot!?!?! Are you sure, you are not just Over exaggerating?"
"No, I am not."
"Well, this is the indestructible bottle or more like,was. It has something special. Just wait for some time. The results will show in due time. But Congratulations John, you were able to open the bottle. You reached the peak of your attitude. " said Rosie.
"Ok but I sure feel different. Oh well, I am sure something will show eventually."
If any of them noticed the 2 papers that came out from the bottle, they would know instantly. Not like it mattered anyway.
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Rosie and Harry left. John sat on the bed. Two minutes later, he felt like Antarctica was under him.
"What the actual hell?" shrieked John. "Why are my bedsheets turning to ice?"
Harry and Rosie came running back and they were flabbergasted.
"What happened now? Your bedsheets have turned to ice." asked Harry.
"I am aware,dad. I am as surprised as you guys are."
"Is there any clue that proves this incidence?" asked Rosie.
"Nothing, except for the fact that this happened only after the bottle broke and those weird smokes hit me."
"Wait, does that mean the bottle gives you powers?" asked Rosie again.
"I don't know, mom. I don't know anything about the bottle."
"I think it does give you powers. Maybe you need to control it now. Don't worry, we will help you overcome this problem."
"Thanks, mom."
"No problem, dear."
Just as Harry and Rosie were leaving, something caught the corner of Harry's eye.
"Hey, John. What's that note over there?"
"What note?"
"There, on the floor beside the table."
"What do you me..? Oh, wait. There is a note."
"I told you so. Read it to us."
John reached for the paper and it came flying into his palm.
"Ok, you clearly have superpowers. That has never happened in a human world. It only happens in AeroMan comics."
"Anyways, this is what the note says:
'He, who has opened the bottle, is now blessed with powers beyond his wildest dreams. But with great power comes great pain. You have to control this power, something even harder. However, once you can control this power, you will be able to fulfill all your wishes."
That's all."
"I see." said Rosie. "Well, John. One thing's for sure. This is almost an insurmountable challenge. You need to overcome it. Do your best. We are there to help you. Come on, son. Master the power"
"I will, mom. By the way, Thanks for the support. Means the world to me."
"Of course, dear."
Then, Harry and Rosie left. John sat down on his chair with the quest of mastering the power of ice.
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John was confused. "How is someone supposed to master this power?"
For the next 4 hours, John sat on the chair, tried not to let it turn to ice, the chair turned to ice, he broke it, tried again. He couldn't even give up trying because if he went to sleep, the sheets would freeze him to death(He didn't know his body could heat itself when the temperature was too low).
"The note wasn't kidding. Was it?"
This cycle repeated until he decided to use his hands to actually make ice. He cooled his mind, concentrated his hand on the chair, pulled his hand back and then released the ice on the chair. Layers of ice formed. He broke the ice constantly until his hands became cool but his whole body got warm. Then, he sat on the chair. The warmth of his body melted the ice and stopped it from forming. With one success, he got more confidence. He kept himself mentally warm which transferred it to the whole body. Thus, he killed not two but three birds with one stone without realizing. He can now release ice, control its appearance and transfesleepto his whole body. He was feeling quite happy.
Little did he know it was only the easy part.
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John may have grown older but he was still a kid at heart. After making the ice power his own, he ran into his parents' room(he did knock) and gave them the news.
"Well done, John. But curb your enthusiasm. It's just the start. Now, go to bed. It's 10 PM." said a sleepy Harry. Rosie didn't wake up; She was a deep sleeper, even earthquakes can't wake her up.
"Oh right. Okay, dad. Tell mom when she wakes up tomorrow."
"Haha, I will."
"Good night, dad."
John did retire to bed. But couldn't sleep. His thoughts were filled with his powers. It took him a further three hours to fall asleep.
It was the last time he had peace.
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John woke up and gave a long sigh. From that sigh, water spit out. By the time, he realized and stopped, his room turned into a river.
"Damn, this is a problem."
John used his ice power to freeze the water and then slid across. Thankfully, his parents woke up by that time.
"Good morning, John." said Harry. Then, they noticed the troubled look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"I spit out litres of water when I sighed this morning." Harry and Rosie's mouth just dropped. Then, John proceeded to explain what he did to come here.
"My God, this is quickly becoming a problem. I know you need to control it but considering the time it takes, the whole house, maybe the neighbourhood will get wrecked. I don't want to discourage you or prevent you from doing what you love, John. But I think it's best. We will bring you your food and whatever you want. Just stay in your room."
"I had the same idea." said John.
John then went back to his room. He was about to enter when he realized that the ice would already melt and water would get into the hallway. He froze the underside of the door and then, opened. His plan worked. He entered and sat on the chair.
"Time to solve problems."
This one unsurprisingly took only a few minutes. He could already breathe. He just controlled the rate to control the amount of water he released.
He also realized that the reason yesterday water didn't come out was because too much body heat evaporated the water.
So, two down; infinity to go.
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Chapter 11
John didn't know how the years went. It was just a rollercoaster of power, torture and mastery. There wasn't a scenario where his power didn't pose a problem.
He tried to write, superstrength breaks it. He gave a slight jump, he reached the stratospherea and could fly. He went to eat, became invisible. John also had other remarkable powers like shooting fireballs, summoning lightining bolts, creating psychic barriers, stretching his arms etc. He had to do this amidst his admission exams. This time he didn't need to get rejected. His powers did that for him. Not that anyone realized that it was his powers.
But after 2 and a half years, John finally mastered all his superpowers. He was finally the master of the game.
Harry and Rosie weren't doing so hot in this period. John's room quarentine didn't allow them to see him much. Their income also became unstable. They also tried for another child but to no avail. Harry and Rosie were getting depressed. Thankfully, John came out just before their depression reached the peak.
John was thrilled to pass time with his parents again. It seemed like an eternity had passed. But when he saw them, it looked like they aged 20 years.
"John, it's so good to see you outside your room. It's been so long. How are you doing?" asked an animated Rosie.
"I am doing fine. I am worried about you. You guys have become old."
"Well, things have been rough the past few years. We'll explain later. Tell me how you're doing; you look a bit different."
Then, John spun out the longest thread in the history of mankind but in story form.
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Harry and Rosie were fascinated and shocked both at once. The story of John mastering his powers was like no other story they had heard or read before. The scenarios, the endless powers, his tactics etc. But what was most astonishing part was what happened after he gained the control. John mentioned that the sign of him realizing he finally mastered it was the appearance of a mystical creature. He didn't know what it was but he did say that the creature gave him a message. The message went like this:
"John, you have mastered every power bequeathed to you by our leader. You have completed the first challenge. But many obstacles lie in your path. We believe you are the one that can overcome it. Go, move forward and fulfill your destiny "
Everyone knew what it meant. That's exactly why they were scared.
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At least John's release turned the favours of his family. Harry and Rosie's income increased and they could now spend time with their son.
But John's life was unstable. He didn't know where to use his powers and what to use in the situations he did know. For the first time, he understood how tough making decisions were.
But that night, John became a hero or so everyone thought.
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It was night time. Harry was returning from his shift. He felt like someone was following him. It was scary of course but he also dismissed it.
"Who would follow the poorest person in the country?" thought Harry.
But he was being followed.
"Freeze." said the voice.
Harry almost pissed his pants. He stood there vibrating faster than a pendulum. He couldn't run as his home was around 3 km away. Harry knew his final moment had arrived. He started praying for everything he cared for.
Harry wasn't aware of a certain something though.
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John detected the danger his father was in. He informed his mom and supersped
to the location.
"My God, my senses were true."
"Who's there?" said the voice.
John turned invisible. The murderer looked around but couldn't find anyone.
"Oh well. Time to die, you beggar. Another death in my counter. I can smell the money."
John then shot the ice from his hand and froze the killer.
"Dad, are you alright?"
"John, is that you?"
"Yes."
"I am alright. Thanks a lot. But what about him?"
"I froze him. This should last around 2 minute before he dies. I will fix him. You run home. Mom is tensed."
"Okay, thanks again."
After Harry left, John spit water to melt the ice. The killer got hypothermia.
"So, who are you? What do you want with my dad?"
The killer came forward. He was white as a sheet. When he appeared clearly, John recognized the person. It was one of his old classmates.
"Bart, what are you doing?"
"I am not talking to you, you black dude."
"Well, I can turn white if you like. But if you don't talk, I will electrocute you. I don't want to change my real self. I am black and I am proud of it."
"Ok ok. I will talk. Like you, I haven't been able to admit to a university. I am running out of money. I found someone who pays money to people who kill others and steal their cash. This is my only source of income. "
"I get it. But you shouldn't do that. You need money? I'll make it. I don't do it for myself but if you promise to stop your killing spree, I will. But tell me who's this person."
"David Groth"
"What the hell?!" screamed John, trying to take the words in.
"See, why I wasn't talking?"
"Take this money and get out." said John in a fit of rage.
"Fine" said Bart.
John went to confront his once, best and only friend. John could sense David's location. He went there and his first thought was, "this place is scarier than a haunted house"
John went inside the digital fortress.
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"Hey, hon. I am back."
"Are you okay, Harry?" asked Rosie running into her husband's arms.
Harry took his wife and said "Yes, I am. Thanks to John. "
"Thank God, but where is he?" asked Rosie, the feeling of uneasiness returning.
"I don't know. He was supposed to deal with the killer. He told me to come here alone to prevent anything bad from happening."
"I get it. Oh well, let's wait for him. He's capable enough to come here alone."
A few hours passed.
"Ok, this is bad news. He should be here by now. It's 1am." said Rosie.
"Don't worry, he has his powers to help him. I think he's just taking his time to come back." said Harry, not believing his own words.
To be fair, none of them could have the slightest idea about him.
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"David, we need to talk."
David lost his marbles when he saw his best friend.
"J-J-John?!? What are you doing here?"
"Surprised to see me, David? I never thought you would be the one to do this. Especially to my dad."
"W-What do you mean? What have I done?"
Don't play games. Bart gave you up.
"John, are you possessed or something?"
"No. What are you babbling about?"
"It's been you who's babbling. You came here saying I did something to Your dad. In reality, I haven't done anything. Let's talk normally."
"Ok.. I guess." said John.
"Sit down there. First off, what even happened to your dad?" asked David.
"Well, he was about to be murdered by Bart. I used my powers to make him tell the truth but ultimately, he still lied."
"What the actual hell?! Bart, that rascal. I am gonna make him pay. First, your father and then lying about me; That bastard. I knew he was bad but not this bad. I'll see to it, John." said an agitated David. After calming himself down, David said, "Anyways, your powers? What do you mean by that?"
"I mean this." said John, summoning electricity.
David faked being impressed. But John had more to show. After he was done with showing some of them, David's just clapped.
"Um, David. What's with this place?" asked
John.
"Oh,this? This is nothing. This is just my night castle. I teleport here when I want to collect my thoughts about my life."
"Oh, I am so sorry to interrupt. And I also apologize for thinking it's a shady place. I should have been more thoughtful."
"Don't fret. I know it's a shady place. That's why I come here. As no one wants to enter here from the looks, it's the best place for me to focus."
"Oh, good then. Well, I am returning to my house now. My parents will be worried to the death. Bye!"
"Goodbye."
John left.
David gave an evil laugh and then said, "Poor John; So amiable; Easily believing everyone. He doesn't even know what I have in store. Good luck, John. Enjoy your life while you have it, my friend."
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It was 2am when John returned. His parents may have gotten older but they still ran towards him.
"Where have you been?" asked Harry and Rosie. "We have been worried sick."
"Chill, guys. I just visited David."
"David. Why did you visit him and why at this time?"
"Well...., let's talk about it."
John then proceeded to explain what happened since his father left, starting from Bart and his description, his lies to the meeting with David.
"You had an eventful night, it seems. You did the right thing with Bart but he still lied, don't spare him next time. As for David, good thing that's cleared up." said Rosie.
"Yeah, mom. I know. Anyways, let's go to bed. It is late, I am sleepy and have a test tomorrow. Good night."
"Good night, son."
John went to bed but as he lied down, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong with the situation.
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