The silent one

"Why isn't it here yet?" the voice from the shadows growls. Even though I know it won't hurt me, to this day as the first day I heard it, still gives me shivers. "Soon, yet we must allow it the time to arrive." I say as I try to control myself from curling into a ball.

my name is Maurice Mathews and this is how I came to be in service to the bane of my bloodline.

"Maurice! If you don't get your miserable excuse of life up and ready, you will be late!" I'm startled awake by the sounds of my guardian. While she means well sometimes I wonder, if she does care or am I the burden she makes me out to be? "Yes Jenesque, right away!" I say as I peel the paperwork I was working on for my demonstration for the event. Jenesque is what I'd like to think of as a mother figure who I can't get rid of. Three years ago my parents died in a inferno that the responding firefighters could only describe as "The wrath of Hell" at a offsite testing ground, while the general public has a vague idea of those events I know it's something more than just an accidental fire. See my family is cursed from long before my family's recorded history, just as we are about to make some big development for our lives, the ones involved die in a accident. Some say it was because ancient curse, while others hint at something darker.

"How do I look? Hopefully I don't look too bad." I ask Jenesque. she turns to look at me with disgust and says "It'll have to do you're cutting it close as it is." I say thank you as I power off the home maid AI. She's annoying but since Mom and Dad worked on her I can't bring myself to replace her programming with something on the friendlier side.

I've made it in time to catch my bus with some time to spare, so I look thru my notifications while I wait.

"Watch out!" I hear a voice scream but it's too late, the bus that I'm supposed to be getting on has lost control and is mere inches from my face. My last thoughts that run through my mind is I really do hate Mondays. Little do I know it's about to get much, much worse than the sweet release I expect from getting ran over.