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Roger's Chronicle: Sky Shark He was only eight years old, brown hair and blue eyes with the name of Roger James Nines. He is what someone would call an “adventurer.” Roger’s curiosity led him to worlds that previous visited physiologists had never heard of. He was certainly a sharp young boy, not at all challenged, rather more gifted. He sees things that no other can. Roger was very sensitive to sounds, and could compare or connect them to things “outside of the box.” Doctors had said he was diagnosed with Synesthesia…but that was not it. His state of mind was unknown and could not be explained. Roger's blue eyes pierced through the sky when he went in his daydream. He had no brothers or sisters and was neglected by his other family. The father had a hard time accepting the fact his little boy was different. His father, Dr. Nines, was ahead of the worked in the Machine Shop, which was his current job when "the crash" occurred. They built anything from special designed metal chairs to simple wooden cabinets. He got his doctrine from LSU and he majored in mathematics and chemistry. Dr. Nines was known as the family architect. He could build and image in his mind of any kind of furniture, get his utensils, and construct it. Nines say "There was no need for a blueprint if you have a blank grid in your head to fill your sketch with." His prior job had to let him go because they found it too strange because he couldn’t show his work, going back to the "must show your work" from 8th grade algebra. Everyone also said he had a gift, especially his wife. His wife, Mrs. Charlotte Nines, died of an unusual cancer just two days after Roger’s birth. Something in him clicked after she passed and now he has a baby boy he was left with to take care of. After this tragedy, Nines and his new baby boy moved to South Carolina on a Naval Base located in North Charleston in 1931, hoping to start a new life. Dr.Nines moved there for the intention to do what he loves so he could fill his mind with other thoughts than his wife. The story is told through retrospect of Roger and his memories of “that day.”

When Dr.Nines started to work for the shop he heard about this Frey Fever that was going around but he ignored it for a few years until his baby was about 3. He started to hear about the side effects and took interest in to finding a cure with a team that he would work with. After tedious hours in his lab, he finally found a drug that counteracts the fever and it took him 5 years to make enough for nearly anyone with the disease. He had one rival, who was a worker at another building at the base and he is said to be a "mad scientist" who thinks the fever needs to continue so he can make money by saving people with his medicine, which dint work what so ever.

There was the noise again. It was a slight buzz and annoyed the eardrum to a point where I decided to tune it out and play some cards. I got distracted and looked at the ice blue sky of which stormed my curiosity. My eyes drew back to the concrete building I was playing in front of. My dad said to “go play and get out of my way, son I have too much to do.” He was overly stressed that day for some odd reason I could not figure out. After an hour or two of playing my Alien Space Ranger cards, the sound came back, but this time a lot louder. It rang in my ears like that sound when you dunk your head under water and a motorboat passes by. It was the annoying hum under water. I looked back up at the sky and something shined. It was a plane….or a jet….or maybe a helicopter! It was falling straight from the top of the cumulous clouds. From a distance I had no idea that it was falling on me…but as it got about 200 yards away, and suddenly it hit me.

Yesterday:

“ Roger” says my dad.

“I am done for the day and I wouldn’t mind if we were to play cards for 30 minutes or so.”

“Ok dad let me just grab them and say goodbye to Tom.” I said.

Dad replies “Who? Say goodbye to who?”

“My friend.” I said, “ he has to go to the others and warn them.”

“Roger, who is Tom and what is he warning them about?”

“Why dad! It’s a secret and it wont happen until tomorrow. Oh its something bad, really really bad.” I said

“ Roger Nines you better tell me what Tom said to you on the count of three. One…..Two…..thr

“okay okay! He says there will sharks everywhere with large teeth that tear apart the shop! Grrrr.”

“ Okay enough of the silly talk lets play.” Said my dad.

“but daaaaad he wasn’t kidding!” I said

“Son, there are three things in this world that you should believe. Number one, believe in everything that I say or tell you. Two, never talk to strangers or believe what they say. And number three; always believe in what is real. Do you understand?” explained my dad

“Yes Sir.” I said with a smirk on my face.

The chopper was a smoky grey and had the imprints that said SK11 on the side of them. My head just flashed back to the conversation I had had with my father three years ago and so I chose not to believe that the helicopter coming straight for me was real. Only real things matter. As it was crashing down, I couldn’t help but to remember where my dad was. Was he still in the shop? If so I need to go grab him out of there as fast as possible.

“Daddy! Daddy! Do you see the helicopter that is getting really close?” I said

“What are you talking about son?”

“That’s that noise, I figured out what the buzz noise was!”

“I heard that noise but I don’t believe that there is a helicopter coming from the sky.”

As he said these faulty things, the plane came closer and closer. He was in denial and I had to think fast to snap him out of it.

“Please come outside I’ll never ask anything of you again.”

“Okay Roger can you wait two minutes as I finish shaping this?”

“No dad now!”

I quickly ran out of the Shop when it happened. I escaped the plane crashing into the machine shop by a few yards. I was lucky that I was far away enough to not be his by the huge thing. It was definitely a near death experience and I can say that I remember every moment that took place in the few moments all of that happened.

I was on the ground crying. I looked back at the shop and all I could see was smoke. It had risen so high I couldn't even make out the top of the building. The smoke was dense and got wrapped up in my lungs like threads of ribbon. It hurt when I breathed and it hurt when I cried. There were no tears left since the feeling of fear poured in my like wine in a wine glass. Where was my father? Had he disappeared into the mist of smoke and never to be seen again?

It was so horrible that I thought about all of these possibilities at such a young age.

There was the noise again, but this time much more vibrant. Things were cracking. It came from the inside of the workshop on it looks like the side that the plane hit the building. It took every muscle in my now weakened frail body to stand up and walk towards the smoke cloud. The sound got louder as I got closer. It was like little light bulbs crashing against a glass floor, much different than what would be expected to hear in a wood shop. Was it the actual plane making these alien noises? I took a long look at what had just happened and it clicked... I had just witnessed the crash. Someone wise once told me that this would happen...and i never wanted to doubt him. Tom brought this occurrence to my attention and he was completely right. But what was the plane after? I found it ironic that the plane only hit one side of the building and it barley hit the other. I have only been in the workshop once and the one time I did, what I could make out that was on side of the shop was full of shelves and the other was full of equipment...but is this relevant or does this have nothing to do with the crash? I had no idea who was in the plane or where it came from. I remember looking at the dust cloud and could make out a shadow of a plane. As I got closer, i became more aware of what just happened and kept imagining that I was in a dream and would wake up at any second. This was no dream. This was unadulterated reality. I have one theory that makes sense in this so far from what I can compose. The plane came from some kind of military base and it somehow lost control and crashed into the machine shop. The plane nearly looked as if it was completely torn in half from the crash and it took half the building with it. Their mission was my mystery. My throat started to close and my eyes were itchy. After 4 days after the crash, I had no idea what to do, so i drew. Daddy always said to write down ideas or draw them so i wouldn't forget. I found a piece of charcoal and I drew a helicopter win the sky so i found a nice blank area on one of the undamaged walls in the building and went at it. Since it was a bad day, I decided to sketch some sharks as well, to represent the gloomy gray clouds, and sharks were my favorite animals. This was a masterpiece; well at least in my mind. Maybe I was different after all...especially since I just drew sharks in the sky. But it didn't matter, this was how my mind worked and this is how I was making life make sense. After about 1 week of doing nothing but being hungry and thirsty, I walked around the naval base and found an infirmary. From there, all I remember is having this nurse look at me and I fell unconscious on the ground.

7 years later. I am now living with my aunt Betsy that really was not an advocate for taking me in. I was listening to the news on my radio when a story about a plane crash came on. The crash took place about seven years ago at the machine shop and my body froze...I am about to find out the reason I am hear with my aunt, why my father's life was taken, and what all this had to do with a thing called the Frey Fever. This is what I recall that it said "The plane was on a mission to destroy a man, Dr.Nines, and his cure for this epidemic that has been killing the nation. Dr. Nines was on his own mission to cure us all, but the enemies could not stand this idea." and there was other stuff said but I only listened to the story and from what i understand, my dad was a scientist? After all these years of keeping out of his "workshop" (laboratory), I would have never guessed his chemistry skills were out to good use. My father found the cure to this fever but a crazy, psychotic, diseased person went on a suicide mission and killed the only chance to cure humanity. Reporters and everyone else have no idea why this person did such a thing but a DNA report validated that the person who killed the only hope to cure people, was indeed a doctor worked in the infirmary right next door.

This is a piece of the plane that hit the machine shop that was found on the Naval Base with inscriptions of SK11 on the side.