The Mafita Chapter 1 - Introduction

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Chapter 1 - Introduction

      Ugh, where am I? Who am I? I don’t really remember. Okay okay, so what’s my name? CRAP, I can’t remember my own name. And, what’s worse is that my head hurts like hell. Is this amnesia? Does this mean I’m an amnesiac? Or is this just memory problems I’m having with my brain. My brain just won’t let me reach that one area. I think that’s called my medulla. Wait, a sec, hold on, I at least remember being bad at biology, so how would I remember a term like As a matter of fact, I skipped my first question. Where in the world am I? Ack, well my head hurts way too much right now, so I’ll just save the remembering for later.

      I guess the smart thing to do would be to check my surroundings. Hmmm, trees, pine trees I think. A plain grassy area in the center where I’m located, and…people there are other people. I wonder if they can help me? But what if they’re dangerous? I guess it’s just one of those friend of foe situations where your life can be on the line. Ack, too much thinking, my head hurts again.

      I haven’t even checked myself yet. I’m so stupid, checking my surroundings before checking myself. But, then again, that’s probably the safest thing to do. Apparently, I’m wearing a white T-shirt, with some kind of logo on it. Also over that, I have a black hoodie containing a design, with another logo, and black jeans. I might as well try to read this one because it seems easier.

      Hmmm, it just says ‘Dragon Soul’ in big, well-designed letters… Oh great that’s SO helpful! Wait, hold on, below it has small letters…VERY small letters that say ‘a.k.a. Matthieu Boeuf’. What a weird name, Boeuf, must be European or something. And, even my first name seems kind of weird to me. I thought I would be a Michael, or a Bryan, or a Luke, or a Thomas. But a Matthieu, it’s not even spelt Matthew, seems pretty weird to me.

      Well, it was, and still is my name so I guess I shouldn’t complain. But what is this Dragon Soul, meh. I feel something in my pockets. In my left pocket, I find an amulet, a pen, and a paper. In my right pocket there’s a pen and a card. The pens have ‘Dragon Soul’ engraved onto them, again with this Dragon Soul. So all I have are two pens, an amulet, a card, and a piece of paper.

      The paper is folded; it might have something on it. I guess I’ll open it, no harm done, right? And SOOO the paper SAYSSS (I feel like an announcer, even though I’m alone)…nothing. The damn paper doesn’t have a single word on it. I guess I-I-I-ACHOO. Ew gross, I sneezed all over the paper. But…some words are visible, let me just hold this up to the light. There it is. Sneezing actually solved a problem once in my life.

      Okay, now I’m starting to make out the letters. Apparently this was written in some bad cursive or something. It says:

‘Dear Matthieu, well I hope you’re Matthieu,

     Well if you’re Matthieu then you most likely didn’t know your name was Matthieu until now. Well, knowing the idiot I am, you are, you probably didn’t notice the ring on your left middle finger. And, to clear things up your full name is Matthieu Orlander Boeuf. Dragon Soul (which is found on the front of your jacket in bold) is your code name. You are 14 years old. If you don’t remember writing this, then you most likely hit your head and are suffering from Amnesia. You have a younger brother that moved away, that you used to fight with, but you still keep in touch. You’ve just started a little organization called the MAFItA. You’ll figure out the rest later. I won’t tell you because:

1. I’m in a hurry.

2. If someone gets ahold of this then we can be in trouble.

3. I feel like giving a challenge because sometimes I’m an a**hole (even to myself).

 

Yourself,

Matthieu Boeuf

P.S. The others that should be with you are allies. Just make sure you wake up the right one.’

      Hmmm, at least I have more information. So…I actually DO have a ring. How couldn’t I have noticed that before? It has some kind of symbol on it. And, MAFItA… I know I’ve heard that somewhere before… Well of course I have, if it says it in the letter. But where have I? I know I’ve seen it recently… So it’s an organization. What about the MAFIA? Nah, I actually remember that that’s a criminal organization. But what if I’m a criminal? I doubt it, even if it’s highly possible noting the fact I’m in a forest with only a few people around. I don’t even know what my face looks like. I need something that can reflect… Let’s see what I have here again, two pens, a paper, a card, apparently an ID card, and an amulet. Well I guess the metal from the amulet should help.

      - Then, Matthieu picks up the amulet and holds it to his face. -

      So I’m neither really dark nor really bright. I’m basically in between. I’m probably mixed, biracial, and/or just a mulatto on the brighter side. I also have black, messy, straight with curly hair. It probably would seem darker in rain but brighter in high amounts of light. I have dark brown eyes, but turns bright hazel when I turn towards the light. My nose is neither fat nor long. I also have black, kind of bushy eyebrows that are, for some reason, mesmerizing. I also have small slightly pink lips, and I seem to be about 5 feet, 7 inches.

      Okay, so the letter also said to wake up the others and that they’re allies. So out of the other people, I see a pretty, black girl (just describing), another short, pretty light skinned girl. I also see a short, black guy, a tall one, and a tall, smart-looking, black guy. It’s a good thing I’m not racist.

      So, the ones I think I should wake up are between the pretty, black girl or the tall, smart-looking guy. The girl is repeating ‘Matthieu’ and rolling over in her sleep… not creepy or anything. Well, she seems to at least remember my name. The guy is just making angry grunts randomly like someone made him mad. I guess I’ll just wake up the girl, then.

      Matthieu shakes the girl, telling her to wake up repeatedly. She was wearing a black, long-sleeved T-shirt with the same logo as Matthieu on his hoodie. She also is wearing a red short-sleeved, leather jacket and blue skinny jeans. She was a little shorter than Matthieu, and had long black hair.

      “Wake up, wake up,” Matthieu said. The girl just shifted in her sleep. “Wake up, wake up,” her repeated. “Rise and shine.”

      She half woke up and replied, “Unh, I don’t wanna,” she said like a little child would. Matthieu picked her up like you would do to a little child or baby.  “Will, you wake up now?” he said ever so calmly.

      The girl opened her eyes and realized she was being lifted up. She started hitting Matthieu’s back repeatedly saying, “Put me down, put me down!”

      Matthieu still answered calmly like when a child hits your back, “Hey stop, jeez, that’s annoying”, putting her down at the same time. When she calmed down, he asked, “So, uh, do you remember anything?”

      The girl said, “What do you mean if I remember anything. Of course I do! My name is Samantha Samuel. I’m thirteen years old. I was born in a mansion, and I have a brother and a sister. Your name is Matthieu and…

      He cut her off, “Do you remember anything recent? Like how we got here?”

      “Oh, uh, no I don’t. Now that you mentioned it, where are we?”

      “I have no idea, I was hoping you would be able to tell me that.”

      “Well, maybe the others know. At least one of them should have the answer. Let’s go ask them.”

      “Okay.”

      Then, Matthieu was about to walk to the smart looking guy. Matthieu was only about five steps away, when out of nowhere, a leaf crunched under his foot and broke the silence. The guy mumbled something offensive and turned over. Matthieu was starting to feel unsure about whether or not he should wake up the guy. The guy was wearing a gray unbuttoned button-down shirt, with a white T-shirt under it. They both had separate logos on them. The one on the T-shirt had the same logo as Matthieu and Samantha’s shirts. The logo on the front said ‘Lightning Z’ and under it in small latters said ‘a.k.a. Zavier Smith’.

      Matthieu tried waking him up but he wouldn’t budge. He then shook him much harder to wake him up. Zavier opened one eye for a split second, hit Matthieu in the chest (who was crouching over him), and turned over.  Matthieu, who was annoyed by his attitude, was about to kick Zavier. He then thought better of it, and yelled in his ear,  “ZAVIER GET UP, I KNOW YOU’RE NOT ASLEEP SO GET UP.”

      Zavier opened both of his eyes and answered in a tone like he was annoyed himself, “EH, whadya want?”

      “I don’t remember you, but apparently we have to wake up, as said in this note,” he pointed to the note that he has in his right hand.

      “Lemme see that note,” Zavier said. When Matthieu handed it to him, Zavier read it very quickly. He may not sound like the smart, reading person that he looks like, but apparently he actually is just that. “You’re lucky you weren’t lying,” were the only words that came out of his mouth when he handed back the note.

      Zavier shoved past him and said, “Let me handle this.”

      Matthieu thought, “Oh no what is he gonna do this time?” Samantha, who had been watching this whole time, also has an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

      Zavier cupped his hands in front of his face. He thought twice and put down his hands. This wasn’t because he wasn’t going to do this, but he knew his voice was loud enough without cupping his hands. “EVERYONE GET YOUR LAZY SLEEPING BUTTS UP” he yelled in a voice so loud, that a few birds flew up, and Matthieu and Samantha actually had to cover their ears, just because of the volume of his voice.

      The other three started getting up slowly. The girl was rubbing her eyes. The two other guys were just thinking simultaneously, “What the hell is up with that guy?”

      Matthieu told them to come and gather around him. He explained to them everything that was in the letter and showed it to them. He also asked if they remembered anything. Zavier, the whole time, was just checking his pockets; he said he didn’t need to listen because he was awake from the beginning and already heard when Matthieu was talking to Samantha, and read the note.

      “So, what do you guys remember?” Matthieu asked. “Oh yeah, first thing’s first, what are your names? Apparently we also have code names or nicknames on our clothes. Right below in small letters should have your real names,” he then explained.

      The short light-skinned girl answered first, “Uh, it says here that my name is Phoenix Duncombe, it sounds kinda weird, but it also says my code name is ‘Bird of Fire’. Hmmm, even though it says ‘Bird of Fire’, its too long. Just call me Flame Bird or something. Ugh, again that’s too long, just call me Phi.” She is thirteen years old and much shorter than Matthieu. She has short brown hair that goes down to her collarbone; it also has red streaks in it that kind of suit her name. Her name is on the orange sweater that she’s wearing. She also has on blue glasses. She also had the voice of a nerd type of girl, but one that can also get really excited and loud.

      The next one to answer is the tall, wise-looking boy, “It says here that my real name is Darrin Moss and my code name is ‘Guitar Dude’. I guess that I’d have a talent for playing the guitar well. You can call me Darrin; it seems simple enough.”  He is dark-skinned, has fairly short, black hair, he is a few inches taller than Matthieu, but a little younger and thirteen years old. He seems calm and collected but looks like he can be very fierce and serious at the right times. He has a green T-shirt with the same logo on it as the others on it and a blue jacket with his name in the same design as the others.

      The last guy, who was waiting his turn, started talking almost as soon as Darrin had finished. He had the voice of someone who was really waiting to talk, “My name is Daniel Rolle. So I probably roll things or something… Anyway, my shirt says that my code name says… ‘Little… Fella’. What the hell??? Really? I can’t believe I chose this name!” He is, as his code name states, short. He is thirteen years old and a little taller than Phoenix by a few inches, even though you have to be next to them to really notice. He is dark-skinned and sometimes gets really excited (happy or mad) and loud, as you saw earlier. His hair is short and dark, similar to Darrin’s.

      “Well, I said it earlier but you guys were asleep. The name’s Zavier and code name is ‘Lightning Z’.” He has a slightly big head but isn’t really noticeable because he must have grown into it. He is fourteen, slightly older and taller than Matthieu. His hair is cut shorter than Daniel and Darrin’s hair. He has the smart stereotypical look, but serious eyes. He’s wearing contacts but still goes around carrying his glasses in his left pocket.

      Samantha introduced herself again, this time to everyone, “Hi I’m Samantha. It says here that my code name is Black Cat, probably because I feel nimble and… well… my skin color. Please call me Sam, because, for some reason I remember that my friends called me that. I’m sorry if I seem weird, I just feel hyperactive right now!” She is slightly shorter than Matthieu and is noticeably taller than Daniel. She has a light-chocolate-colored skin which makes her dark but a little lighter than Daniel, Darrin and Zavier. Her hair is twisted like the strands of a mop and reaches down to her shoulders. She is thirteen years old, but the youngest of everyone. Her red jacket has her name and the long sleeved black T-shirt had the logo on it.

      Matthieu went last saying, “You read the letter and should have figured out that my name is Matthieu. My jacket says that my code name is ‘Dragon Soul’ and on the inside it says ‘MAFItA Boss’. This obviously means I’m some sort of boss of you guys, cool.” He already described himself earlier. Apparently his name is on his hoodie, the logo is on his shirt and on the inside of his hoodie where his back is, it says, ‘MAFItA Boss’. He’s still unsure what the symbol on his ring is and forgot about the logo on his shirt.

      Then Darrin double-checked something on the inside of his jacket. He noticed something, but he skipped past it at first, “Oh yeah, I saw mine said something on the inside of my jacket but I paid no attention. It says, ‘MAFItA Left-Hand Man’, I’ve heard of ‘right-hand man before but never of left.

      “I’m guessing that’s because my left hand is my dominant hand,” stated Matthieu.

      “Yeah it would seem so”.

      The short conversation stopped there and there was an awkward silence. Then, Darrin, who wanted to break the silence, said, “So, you said that we should discuss our memories?”

      Matthieu replied, “Yes, but I think we should head out and discuss them along the way.”

      Samantha, who insisted to say her own first, started speaking. She talked about what happened in school. The others said they only remember different vague memories, mostly from their childhood. No one was able to remember anything from the past three months. Basically, no one remembers why they were there, or even how they got there.

      “So, apparently we have no more relevant information than it says on the piece of paper,” Matthieu then stated.

      Zavier replied, “I guess the first thing we would have to do is get out of this forest. Am I right, or am I right?”

      “We may have to be careful of where we go or even just simply where we step. Who knows what kind of dangers can be around here.” Darrin finally spoke.

      “We’re just a bunch of teenagers in a forest with no kind of protection,” Daniel pointed out.

      “Good point,” Matthieu said. “We should start setting out now, before it gets dark.”