The Other Ichabod (Part one of a short story/novella based on characters from Missmaple's second character generator!)

by Tasha in the Southern Water Tribe, stalking Sokka

A/N: Thank you, Missmaple, for your awesome character generator! I have too much stuff going on to take on another novel, but I'm going to do a short story/mini-novella (only two or three parts, probably) based on two characters I created using your second character generator! (http://www.kidpub.com/story/character-generator-2-new-and-improved-78584757)

The Other Ichabod (Part 1)

Ichabod Dumbledore strutted down the school hallway, slapping high-fives with every boy he passed and winking at every girl. He ran a hand through his raven black hair, and the mysterious scar that ran the length of his right arm was thrown into relief by the harsh flurescent lights. A self-assured grin decorated his face, and his disturbing red eyes glinted with glee.

"Oh, yeah, I am the man!" he said, bumping fists with the high-school football captain.

He stopped short when he reached the end of the hallway, though. The kid standing in front of him was someone he'd never seen before. That was weird. Ichabod knew everyone in this school.

"Hey, kid. You new around here?" he asked, clapping the guy on his shoulder.

The new kid flinched and turned to face Ichabod.

If Ichabod's red eyes were strange, than this kid's eyes were just plain creepy. They were a smoky reddish-grey... and blind. The kid wore glasses, but they clearly weren't serving their purpose. He was staring blankly over Ichabod's shoulder.

"Uh, hey, I'm Ichabod," Ichabod said, grabbing the kid's hand and shaking it. "Ichabod Dumbledore. Who are you?"

"Ichabod," the new kid answered.

"Yeah, that's my name," Ichabod said, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. He tried to pull his hand away, but the new kid held on with an iron grip.

"It's my name, too," the kid said, his voice a creepy monotone. "I'm Ichabod. Just Ichabod."

"Uh, right. That's nice. I need to go now. Class starts soon," Ichabod said, now completely freaked out.

For a moment, the other Ichabod held on tight, then let his hand slip.

Ichabod Dumbledore watched, feeling frozen, as the other Ichabod turned and walked away. He looked so normal from the back: black tee and cargo jeans, muddy sneakers, a black beanie covering his head...

Still, just his prescence made Ichabod shiver.

"What the heck?" he muttered to himself as he hurried to his locker, shaking.

He didn't stop to high-five or wink at anyone.

* * *

Ichabod Dumbledore sat at his desk, wringing his hands. The other Ichabod was sitting in a corner of the classroom, quietly talking to the teacher.

"Hey, Ic! What's up, man?"

"Yo, Ichabod! You still comin' to the party on Friday?"

"Hi, Ichabod. Um, I really like your hair today."

Ichabod merely nodded at anyone who came to talk to him. Normally he loved his popularity. At the moment, he was too distracted to care.

The teacher and the other Ichabod finished their conversation, and class started.

Ichabod couldn't pay attention. His gaze kept slipping to the new kid, the other Ichabod.

Who was he? Where had he come from? And why was Ichabod obssessing over him?

* * *

As Ichabod walked home that afternoon, he couldn't escape the feeling he was being followed. He tugged at the ruffled colar of his old, Victorian-style shirt. His favourite skate shoes, which he wore every day, summer or winter, slapped against the pavement. They sounded loud to Ichabod's frightened ears.

He'd been on edge all day, ever since he met the other Ichabod.

He got home as normal, and tried to act comfortable and happy as he ate dinner with his parents.

But as he sat at his bedroom desk that night, he couldn't focus on the homework that sat in front of him. He still felt as if someone was watching him, stalking his every move. He kept spinning around in his chair, expecting to see someone in the doorway.

It was always empty.

He got into bed early, hoping that sleep would erase today's unease.

Ichabod turned out the lights and pulled his comforter up to his chin.

Wind whistled outside, and something thumped against his window.

Just a tree branch, he assured himself.

Except there was no tree next to his window.

Ichabod froze in his bed, paralyzed with fear as the window slowly slid open.

A head poked into the room, followerd by a torso, and legs, until this person was standing in Ichabod's room, right at the foot of his bed.

The other Ichabod.

P.S. Okay, these are the descriptions of the characters I created with the chracter generator. Did I do a good job of putting them into a story?

Ichabod Dumbledore has raven black hair, disturbing red eyes and a mysterious scar along the length of his arm. He always wears his skate shoes, which look odd coupled with the old Victorian garb he wears. Despite all of his oddities, Ichabod is the most popular kid in school! Must be a weird school...

Ichabod (this is the second time I did this and I completely accidentaly got the same first name! WTH?) doesn't know his last name. That's not the only mysterious thing about him. Although he has a fairly average wardrobe, with old muddy sneakers, cargo jeans and a black tee shirt, he's a bald mysterious stranger with amazing powers. He also has strange, blind reddish-grey eyes, hidden by glasses.