[ WP ] A teenage boy confides in his best friend that he is the Antichrist .

It was the first cool day that marked the beginning of the end for summer. Soon the gray dullness of autumn and winter would be upon them, but for the moment the sky was a bold and lively blue. The coolness in the air and consistent breeze were n't altogether unpleasant, and after the hot muggy days of mid August it was a godsend. 
 
 A lone Japanese maple stood in the middle of the backyard, as it had for nearly fifteen years. Clive was sitting in the lower branches, the bark was worn smooth by nearly a decade and a half of hands and feet climbing through it's branches. His left leg was restlessly moving the way it always did when he was thinking. Gus was laying down near the trunk of the tree. His eyes were closed, and his long steady breaths could easily have been mistaken for sleep, but Clive had known Gus for nearly his whole life- he was just taking in the scents and sounds of the day. The feel of sun through the tree, the sound of the wind through it's branches, the scent of bare earth near it's base. Perhaps this was Gus' way of passing time while Clive was occupied with his thoughts. 
 
 Eventually Clive spoke up, `` Gus, I'm pretty sure I'm the Antichrist.'' 
 
 Gus's eyes fluttered open at the sound. He raised his eyebrows alternatingly, as he looked up at Clive. His brown eyes were sleepy but Clive now had his undivided attention. 
 
 `` Ok, I'm more than pretty sure, I'm dead certain.'' 
 
 Gus looked to either side, and then back at Clive, who continued. 
 
 `` I'm going to have to do... things. Pretty terrible things, and a lot of people are going to get hurt.'' 
 
 Gus exhaled deeply. It sounded like he was frustrated, or maybe even bored, but like all good friends, he kept listening. 
 
 `` I'm not going to get a choice in it either. It sucks.'' Clive looked at the house, and then down at Gus. 
 
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