The Guardians of Kernsville

By Nightwing27th All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Chapter 5: The Destiny Device

The Next Day…

“Shots were fired early yesterday morning at Kernsville High School. No one was hurt, but the shooter has yet to be identified. The only name authorities have to go by is Dark Rose. A number of students claim they saw Dark Rose shoot Dark Vengeance. They also claim to have seen Dark Vengeance stumble to her feet and then get on to a motor cycle.”

Rebbeca paused the TV and looked at her dad. “I already know all of this. I was there.”

“Keep watching.” He pressed play.

“We were also told Proto was not with Dark Vengeance, but instead, a girl covered in crystal. No one has seen or heard from our local hero since she left the school,” the news anchor said. “Many are wondering if she’s even still alive, and, if this “Crystal Girl” is her new partner.”

Frank turned off the TV and sat down. “Please tell me you didn’t drag another person into this.”

“Okay,” she said. “I didn’t.”

“Thank you. Now tell me the truth.”

“I just did. I have no idea where she came from or how she got her powers.”

“So, it’s true?”

“Somehow she can turn her skin into crystal.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“In case you don’t remember, we were both a little bit busy.”

“Okay. Well, I need to go to work.”

“Okay, bye.” She hugged him and then watched him leave. She walked up stairs to her room, closing her bedroom door and picked her phone up off the desk. She tried to call Drake, but she got his voicemail, so she left a message, “Hey, Drake, it’s Stone. Can you come over as soon as you get the chance? Thanks, bye.”


“Hey, sorry it took me so long.” Drake walked into her bedroom.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Rebbeca sighed. “I mean, it was only six hours ago that I called you. What were you doing?”

“You know how last year, I was working on that machine that would allow you to see your destiny?”

“I thought you stopped working on that.”

“I was going to…until your dad gave me a box of his old science stuff.”

“So…?”

“So, in the box were two batteries, which your dad made, and that were just what I needed to make it work.”

“Great, cause that’s just what the world needed.”

Drake pulled a black, round, circle, the size of a CD player, out of his bag and set it on the bed.

“Have you tested it?”

“No. I was hoping you would be my…tester?” Drake asked, sheepishly.

“You’re lucky I have nothing else to do.”

“You ready?”

“I guess. What should I do?” Rebbeca asked, sitting on the bed.

“Put your hand on the machine, and don’t move until I tell you to.”

Rebbeca put her hand on the machine, and all the parts she was touching, lit up. Thirty seconds went by and then Rebbeca removed her hand.

“It’s done,” he said, taking out the machine’s memory chip.
“Did it work?” Rebbeca followed him to her computer.

“I don’t know.” He put the chip in her computer. A black box popped up on the computer screen. It read: Do you want to view the data on the chip? Rebbeca watched over Drake’s shoulder as he clicked on the button labeled, yes. Next, a loading bar popped up.

“How long is that going to take?”

“Not more than five or six minutes,” he replied. “Why? Got some place better to be?”

“Actually, for once, yes, I do.”

“Oh, yeah? Where?”

“I have a…date, tonight.”

“With who?” Drake asked, in disbelief.

“Habanero,” she replied, in a small voice.

“I knew it!” He glanced at the screen. Three minutes left.

“Oh, really?”

“Of course. Does your dad know?”

“What do you think, all knowing one? He’d kill me before he’d let me go out with someone like Danny.”

“You think too much.”

“Well, he would. And if we could keep this on a ‘need to know’ kind of thing…that would be great.”

“Fine. For now. I am not responsible for what comes out of my mouth, at any given moment. But, if he does anything to you that you don’t like, say the word and his butt is mine!”

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t be able to kick a bird’s butt, let alone Danny’s.”

They laughed.

“You might be right about that, but you wouldn’t be able to fix a hard drive to save your life.” He looked at the computer and saw that it had finished loading. “It’s ready.”

“So, what’s this going to show us?”

“The machine recorded a small video of what your destiny will look like. This is just a small snip it. And, it’s only a prototype, I’ll have something much better later.”

“So, we’re going to watch it?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You don’t think it’s a little weird?”

“Weird how?”

“Being able to see one’s destiny long before it’s supposed to happen, is not natural. Why do you think we can’t?”

“Come on, Bec, humor me. This might actually work, and when it does, I’ll be sure to leave you uncredited in my research.”

She sighed. “Fine. Just do it.”

“Okay, here we go.” Drake pressed the play button. The screen went black. A few seconds later, a video started playing:

They saw the inside of a hospital room. From the way they were seeing, it looked like they were looking through someone’s eyes, Rebbeca’s eyes. There were flowers on every counter, with pink balloons tied to them that said, “It’s a girl”. The door opened and a man walked in holding a baby. The man looked like he could be an older version of Drake.

He closed the door and walked toward the bed. If it is Drake, he looks a lot stronger and is better looking than he is right now. He sat on the end of the bed and handed the baby, wrapped in a pink blanket, to Rebbeca. Then, the screen turned black.

Rebbeca and Drake looked at each other, and then looked back at the computer.

“It worked.”

“You sure?” Rebbeca asked, as she sat on the bed.

“Yeah. So…it looks like you’re going to have a girl.”

“And was that you?”

“I think so.” Drake unplugged the machine and put it back in his back pack. He looked at Rebbeca and could tell she was confused about what she saw. Drake and Rebbeca have been friends since he moved to town, when he was three. Drake has always had feelings for Rebbeca, but she hasn’t ever felt the same way about him. A couple of years ago, it almost cost them their friendship.

She looked at him. “Don’t get any ideas.”

“I know,” he sighed.

“We need to talk. About The Crystal Girl, I mean.”

“Right.” He pulled some papers out of his bag. “So, Mark Lancaster was mining for a rare crystal. So rare, in fact, one ounce is worth over fifty million dollars.”

“That explains the cheap workers,” Rebbeca said. “But besides the money, why did he want it?”

“It’s supposed to have healing properties.”

“So, that’s how she survived?”

“I think if she would have gotten trapped in a normal mine, she never would have woken up. Probably died right there.”

“Why?”

“My idea is: while she was in the mine, all the air she was breathing was covered with dust from the crystal, because of the blasts,” Drake said. “The only reason she’s alive, is because the crystal healed her.”

And gave her a powers in the process, Rebbeca thought. “So, it into her lungs because of the dust and healed her from the inside out.”

“Exactly.” Drake gave Rebbeca a piece of paper that had pictures of the rare crystal that Mark Lancaster was mining for. The crystal was white with dots of different colors all over it: blue, green, orange, red, and yellow.“I think that each color can do something different. The white part of the crystal is the part that heals people.”

“What kind of healing?”

“No one knows for sure. Some rumors say it can bring people back to life. What color is The Crystal Girl?”

“A really light blue,” Rebbeca replied.

“I’m not sure what the blue does, but the crystal she has is probably mixed with her DNA,” he said, as they walked toward the door. “Which means there could be a number of new colors: the light blue, purple, black, gray…who knows? What really happened in there?”

“I was fighting Dark Rose and then The Crystal Girl showed up.”
“Interesting.”

“Goodbye, Drake.”

“Can you imagine what would happen if she had kids?”

“Drake.”

“The possibilities of what could happen are amazing.”

“Drake!”

“Yeah, what?”

“Goodbye.”

“Oh, right,” Drake said. “Sorry, I got a little carried away there.”

“I’ll see you later,” she chuckled.

“Okay, bye.”

Rebbeca closed her bedroom door and then leaned against it. She looked at her watch. It was now 7:00 PM. Danny’s coming in an hour, she thought. That should be plenty of time to get ready.

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