Little Black Book

"Top hat....tie....suit....shoes," Henry murmured to himself,"PANTS?!?," he screamed. "No wait, I do...I do have pants." Every morning Henry would go through the same routine and every morning he felt like something was missing. Something was always missing. However, this day Henry had better fortune and all was perfect. In another room, a sweet old lady. "Henry!!! Don't forget to pay the gardener!!" For a little old lady she could break walls with her voice. "Will do, my sweet," Henry responded. What fortune led to Henry when he discovered something uneasy on his mind. Forget paying the gardener, there were other more dangerous forces at play. Like the silent thunder of the colossus of a hurricane, a storm was rising. Rising fast. Henry could not stop it, even if he wanted to. Hope seemed lost. Wait, maybe if....Yes. "The Little Black Book?" Henry stared out into the garden, whose roses and tulips were ever more light from the blazing sun. He had no clue where he left the Little Black Book last. Perhaps the garden. The events in motion had already been in motion, unstoppable for the time being. "I've got to find that Little Black Book," Henry said, with a cold tone, "I've got to." The present. A gift wrapped from time. There is now, Henry could only go on pretending everything was alright, until the discovery of the Little Black Book's location. There was only now. Out the door, to the garden, straight forward a bit, slightly to the left, no, the other left, ok, right a bit, and there. Standing in a sitting position was the gardener, a mysterious man. "Hello, Mr. Henry," a dark malicious voice, and yet. Holding a Gertrude Jekyll, a rose of English nature somehow made the gardener a less, scary man. Yes, a little less scary. Only when he would bring up knowledge of weapons of war and tactics would he fit his own persona. "Lovely day," Henry responded, avoiding eye contact with the gardener. A much quicker pace than usual, Henry felt like he was escaping the gardener rather than walking away from him. 8:00a.m. Secret Service of SHE, an organization specialized in the strange happing events of the world. Progress Report, information on Henry. File open: Henry Marvin W William S Gohnsun, age: 15 over 50, occupation: Professor. Of Knowledgeable Tactics To Find Ancient Items, Little Black Book: Missing. Class begins at 9:30a.m. and the students fill the room. Today, today was different. Henry had been training all his students, and today was the day they would show their worth. Who would fail and who would pass was up to one special task. "Hello, my pupils," he began. "Today you all have one task at hand, to find the Little Black Book. The first one to find it will be rewarded 20 thousand dollars. Once located, under no circumstances must you open it. The most brutal and dangerous consequences to those who look inside, a misfortune you will regret. How will you know if the Little Black Book is the one. Well. You'll have a cold chill on your spine and the world will feel as if the warmth from the sun was a illusion, only a projection of a warmth, A warmth you'll come to miss and long for and every moment you hold the book will you want to be rid of it and end your Chilling, Uneasy, TORTUROUS, MOTION OF EVENTS THAT IS, WAS, WILL BE FOREVER!!!,." he pauses. "That is how you will know." So began the search. 11:00a.m., Secret Service Of SHE. File open: Sarah WellinForth, occupation: Student. Of Knowledgeable Tactics To Find Ancient Artifacts, age: 15 below 35, Little Black Book: Searching....Found. Was it a coincidence that she would find it, probably not. She had a gift, a present from time. As she was walking home, a chill ran down her spine, the same chill Henry described. A certain call, a talking storm would lead her way. Lead her straight to the Little Black Book. A mysterious third party, an unnatural force that would lead her straight to the Little Black Book. "Professor, I have found it," Sarah opened her backpack and from a clothe slowly unwrapped the Little Black Book. "You have? How did you come by it, How?" Asked Henry. "You aren't the only one with magic abilities professor, but it was not my doing. A greater force has led me here," she explained, in a rather low voice for some reason. "Did....you look inside," Henry's eyes darkened. Dead serious expression. "No," she said, with an even lower voice for some reason. Sarah stood, "your reward?", in awe. Professor Henry took the book and carefully opened just out of view of Sarah. He began. "Hahaha, AHAHAHAHA, Finally I have it, my fortunes have changed. The darkness of the gardener will no longer fill my thoughts, I AM FREE," Henry bellowed out. Sarah sensed something uneasy, as the professor grabbed a feathered ink pen and vegan to write in the Little Black Book. Slowly and surly, each stroke felt cursed, the walls felt like they were closing in, THE WORLD RUMBLED, AND THE FORCES BEGAN TO UPHOLD EVERY MOMENT MOMENTUM GREW EVER DARKER AND THEN...."Here you go," Henry ripped a sheet from the Little Black Book and handed it to Sarah. "You....it...A Check?!??!, Your very dangerous Little Black Book is a check book? What kind of consequences would opening a check book be." "Well," said Henry," I wouldn't have paid you haha." The only force that led Sarah to find the Little Black Book was her School loans, and probably because she needed to buy some warmer clothes. Also hunger. Yeah she was very hungry. Henry thanked her for finding the Little Black Book, and left for home. At the gate he stared down the gardener. "Do you have what I need," the gardener said maliciously. Henry handed the gardener a gold figure, "cursed, why do you want this." "To change the fortunes, from a Little Black Book to the Present, a gift from time." "I will rain down Beautiful Roses and Dandelions, the green will fill the earth, and everyone will fear, THE GARDENER." "Yes you will," said Henry. With the power of the Little Black Book. The end.