All Chapters of Viper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

T U N E S  O F  T H E  famous Amazing Grace  swayed along with the sombreness of the vicinity as the trumpets blew to the wind.Six men, soldiers, dressed in black, carried a casket with white gloved hands, walking at a slow pace as a twenty-one gun salute was held.Large cannons emitted their contents at the heart of the city, with thousands of people walking behind the casket until it was lowered to the concrete six foot hole below.Far out in the city, thousands of fans had laid out flowers arranged in a way that they formed one large lightning bolt on the ground.The casket was black and sleek, reflecting the dark sky up above which was blanketed with clouds that threatened to release their bowels down on the forsaken city.It was lowered down with conveyer belt bindings as the large blue lightning bolt emblem repres

N A T A S H A  W A S  W A L K I N G over to her seat in class and her eyes momentarily landed on the boy seated just right across her desk to the right, a desk in front of her. This had happened a couple of times before but she always pretended to be looking at something else-or was he doing that too?Passing by his desk, Natasha noticed he was scribbling something in his book. No. He was drawing. He was kind of an artist-okay, he was a great artist. Natasha briefly looked back at all the things he had drawn, all of which she never actually got to see up close.The boy never showed anyone his drawings, so Natasha would always catch him sketching something during class and at times she would be so 'drawn' to the art work that she would fail to hear Mr. Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle.Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her

T O W A R D S   T H E   E V E N I N G   of the same day, Natasha was just getting back home from school to find piles of boxes lying all around the living room.Her mother appeared from the stairwell in a sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her hair was ruffled up a little. She had a large box in her hands."Oh, hey! I was just gathering some old stuff from the attic.""What old stuff?"Natasha set down her bag and went to help her mother with the box she was carrying."Well, you know...stuff. The attic's getting crowded.""What are you going to do to with it?""Katie told me about this charity home and I it sounded like a good idea."Natasha's eyes moved past where her mother was standing, making her turn to see what she was looking at."Are those...Dad's clo

S H E   S T O O D   A  few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun.For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position.          TO   WHOEVER   SEEKS  TRUE  STRENGTH&nbs

"M O M,  F O R  T H E  one hundredth time, my stuff is okay!" cried out Natasha while dragging her wheeled bag out of her room."OK, just making sure you don't forget anything, honey."Natasha then noticed the long look her mother was giving her."You know I'm only going for three days, Mom."Jenna moved over to the door before grabbing her daughter's bag.She put the bag in the trunk of her grey Prius as Natasha got in the car."Alright, students. Listen up, please," began the fairly tall man in a broken suit and short brown hair.It was Mr. Gilbert-the History teacher.He was addressing his class."I guess everyone knows where we're going today.The Museum of Natural History in New York..."A student raised his hand."Yes, Lucy!"