Diary Entry: Eight

10/8/2009

I figured it out, Diary. To use my power I have to find it's limits. That's actually second in my plan. This is it: 

1. Figute it out. What is it? What can I do? 

2. Test it. Bring it to it's limits and test it to it's breaking point.

3. Work out. Make it stronger.

4. Use it. 

Diary Entry: Seven

10/7/2009

My life has been fairly normal lately. Nothing strange has happened. No calls from my dead brother, no near death experiences, no...nothing. I want it to not be normal! I want the strange; I like it. Is that too much to ask? For something strange? Something interesting? Well one good thing has happened. The girl I like, Sky, flirted with me. Well...I think. She said I have pretty eyes. Oh! And on my birthday she held my hand and kissed my cheek at the swings. Every boy was jealous. I was in Heaven...where I should be. I should be dead. A part of me wants to take advantage of not being able to die and live to the fullest, but another part just wants to figure this thing out and use it. Power. That's what I have and I want to learn to use it. But...how...?

Diary Entry: Six

9/29/2009

It was hard, but I found him. My brother, Diary! I found him! Well...this is kind of a lie...he found me. I was getting ready to go to sleep last night and I got a call. The call was from my brother. And...he told me that "they" are coming for me. He wouldn't tell me why he pushed me off the Museum roof or who "they" were, but it sounded like he was trying to help, despite what he did about two weeks ago to me. His exact words were: "Argent, the world is going to come for you. All because of these people. They are coming for you and you can't let them get their hands on you." It didn't make any sense to me. But hey. What's the worst that could happen, right? They'll kill me? Oh, wait. They can't! I can't die! Tough luck for whoever "they" are. I'm going to wait for them, and I will be ready. The world is coming? Well open the gates. 

Diary Entry: Five

9/21/2009

School was unexpectingly amazing. The teachers were lame, but I met this girl. She is b.e.a.utiful! Her name is Sky Johnson. That's a pretty name, isn't it Diary? She has the brightest green eyes that I have ever seen. I think she likes me...I'm not sure, though...I hope. Even if she did, I can't be with her! My life is far too dangerous right now. Maybe later. 

Diary Entry: Four

9/20/2009

My birthday's this week. Only..three days away. It's just my luck that my birthday is the week that school starts back. Maybe Mom won't make me go to school Wednesday...maybe. I really don't feel like doing anything except trying to solve this: why my brother came back after eight years and tried to kill me. He just disappeared when I was five and was never seen again. Police thought that he was kidnapped, but I think I know otherwise. It seems odd to say this, but he really did run away at the age of ten. And now...he is back...to kill me. I know I should tell the cops, but my only evidence is the security camera's tape and it also shows me falling to what should be my death. That is sure to raise some questions, questions that I wish I could answer. Telling the cops isn't an option. It's all  up to me, twelve year old Argent Mason. 

Diary Entry: Three

9/19/2009

Diary, I should've wrote you yesterday, but after my break-in into the Museum, I was a little exhausted. I realized that they must have had cameras, so I decided to break in and watch them. No one was there, the Museum closes at ten P.M, so that's when I went. Nobody thought much of the twelve year old boy walking around New Port alone in the middle of the night with a black hood. Ha, they probably thought I was going to get candy to feed my adolescent obsession for the stuff. Little did they know that I was a lot different than all the other youngsters. 

After watching the security tape several times, watching a man in a black trench coat push me off the top of the Museum...over and over and over again, I noticed something. The reason  why I had to watch the tape over and over again, was because I needed to figure out who the man was. He didn't turn towards the camera, but he did turn towards a mirror. I saw his face...and I knew who he was. My brother. 

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Now you know who tried to kill him. Here's what only the people who check out this blog get to know: His brother disappeared when Argent was five. You guys get to know that, but you're still going to have to wait to see why he came back.

Diary Entry: Two

9/17/2009

The past couple of days have been intense. But., in an good way. I've been experimenting with the whole invulnerability/immortality thing. So far, I have been hit by a car going a hundred miles per hour, fell from the tallest skyscraper that I could find in New Port, and nothing has happened. The weird thing is that it doesn't hurt at all. I can feel pain when someone pinches me or punches me, but when it comes to life threatening pain? Nothing. So, I don't think it's as much invincibility as it is immortality. "I am..." immortal. 

So, there is something I need to tell you Diary. The first time I should have died, the time I fell from the top of the Museum of Modern History (New Port's own little museum)...I was pushed. As I fell, I heard an evil laugh. Someone tried to...kill me. I don't know why someone would want me dead. Like I said, I was just some shy kid. I thought I was on that rooftop alone. No, I was alone! Someone snuck up when I was not looking. They had to. That meant someone was following me. And I just can't let that go. I have to find out who and why I was murdered. Even if I have to die once or twice in the process.