There he sits in the corner. Occasionally he will rock, hugging his knees tight to his chest, but otherwise he is still, silent. It doesn't matter where he is, he goes to the corner as quickly as his feet will take him. If he is told to come to his desk, the table for dinner, to go to bed, his expression is that of as every inch farther from his seclusion pains him greatly.
His parents worry about him immensely, but know naught what to do. Doctors find no reason that he should act so, apart from being severely shy. The parents doubt this though, for when he was younger he was a talkative playful child. He loved meeting new people, and his copper eyes would light up every time he laughed or merely smiled. Now, he never smiles and no form of emotion is visible looking into his once joyous eyes. As far as they knew, there was not anything that had brought upon this change, aside from one morning they found him in the corner and other than answering "Bad dreams" he gave no explanations.
Despite numerous attempts, his teachers would quickly get frustrated with him, finding every time they would avert attention from him he would be out of his desk and back in a far-off corner like lightning. Children being children, his classmates were greatly perturbed by his behavior. They would question him incessantly about why he always went to the corner, but alas, he would just look at them for a moment, considering what they had said, and shake his head.
These actions continued all through elementary, middle, even into high school. Avion was not small or frail, being one of the taller boys all through school. He was not underweight, nor fat and there was no indication of bullying. Sometimes students would talk in whispers about him, though it always fell silent when he would look in the direction of the noise.
Avion attracted more attention than he seemed to desire. For the mysterious actions of the copper eyed, slate haired boy seemed to entrance all the females of his high school. They desperately wanted to know what made him so, but mostly for fear of him, none approached him.
One day, the day no one could ever forget, things changed. As suddenly as he began sitting in the corner, he was an average student. He came into the classroom, sat at his desk and paid attention, even going so far as to converse with some of his fellow students. No one could figure out why he had altered so drastically, so quickly. At lunch he was nowhere to be found, but reappeared as if nothing happened in the next class. Strangely enough though, he was gone again during the last period of the day.
Before the bell dismissed everyone, the intercom came on. "Will all the students please check their lockers before leaving today, and teachers look in the top drawer of your desk. Thank you."
Immediately the students were pouring into the hallways, chattering amongst each other wondering what was going on. To all of their amazement, each locker contained a folded piece of paper. In it, in simple crude writing, it contained their name, birthdate, a date in the past with something pivotal that had happened to the person, and another date in the future telling something that would happen. The teachers all had similar notes.
Except for one boy, Brian Black. In his note, it simply read, "You must be stopped. It ends here."
As students walked out of the school, people noticed Avion sitting calmly on the brick wall surrounding the flagpole. He said nothing until Brian walked out, still looking at his note. Then he stood and said, "Brian you must be stopped. It ends here." With that, he produced a pistol from his back pocket and shot Brian in the chest two times, killing him instantly.
Later that day, at the police station being questioned by his parents and the police as to why he did it, Avion explained, "He was going to cause much more bloodshed than I did." Upon investigating Brian's house and room, it was discovered he had obtained multiple guns and planned to kill numerous classmates the next day.
When asked how he knew, Avion said, "It wasn't bad dreams I was having. It was visions."
One by one, everything he had written in the notes came true.
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