"I. Foresight, which looks a little into futurity, and considers the consequences that may attend an action."
- Benjamin Franklin, in his article "The Morals of Chess"
A new find at a archaeological site by a group of scientists excited Chris's boring first day of his final high school year. "Hey, wonder what they found..." He wondered. He scratched his red-head to imagine what they could have found that created such an uproar. At once, a thought came to mind. "Probably another dinosaur...a chess board? That's cute." He rolled his eyes at the newspaper as he threw it on the couch for his grandfather to peer at. "Seeya!" He yells to everyone as he leaves for school. The minute he was outside however, it made him think otherwise. A girl dressed in white with a top hat bowed to the infamous red-head. "Hey! Not to be rude, but I have to get to school." He tried to move around, but his feet felt like they were two-ton blocks. "Why, hello Chris. Now you're about...hmm...eighteen correct?" She whirled her hat with her index finger, whilst Chris nodded in a naturally confused manner. "Hmm...perfect!" She snatches her hat from mid-air, her blue eyes sparkling. "Perfect for what? I'm going to school, so if you don't mind moving?" She laughs at him, only making him all the more frustrated. "Oh please, don't think you're going anywhere anytime soon sweetheart." She sticks her index finger on his collarbone defiantly. "What do you..." Chris blinks again and again, his vision suddenly going from clear to almost completely blurry. "What are you doing?!" He yells, half-mad and half-scared. "Just putting a new Pawn on the chess board."
Sonic and friends just defeated Eggman, for the umpteenth time, and are now heading home for dinner. "So Sonic, how do you think Chris is doing at school?" Tails asked the famous blue hedgehog. "Dunno, probably better than I did." He shrugs. A red echidna punches him in the shoulder. "Sonic, you never went to school." The hedgehog chuckles. "Neither did--"
"Hey where's Chris?" Cream blurts out. The two teens looked at her. "What? He's usually here, but he's...oh my..." Her eyes widen as a note was plastered to the door. Sonic swipes it and rips it open, reading it:
Dear Sonic and Co.
You might have noticed a certain eighteen-year-old isn't around. Guess what? He probably isn't coming back anytime soon. He's going to play a little game with me. And you know the drill. Get him yourself or I'll give you him...without a certain something on his shoulders.
Just saying.
Love,
The Black King
