The Day Everything Changed
Summary: After finding his father dead, Erik decides to start up a journal. For his first entry he recounts the day’s events to help process what happened.
Characters: Young Erik Killmonger Stevens, N’jobu, Original Character
That’s how they start these things right? Somebody has to how today truly went down even if it’s just a stupid book. ‘Specially ‘cause the cops’ll try and bury it. Anyway, today started like any other day. I went to school, and even aced a test. Which was great for me, I knew Dad would be proud. After school, I headed back home and showed Dad my grade. “Hey hey, good work my son. Knowledge and education is key to our way of life as Wakandans.” dad said. He would always say this, and talk about Wakanda and the “old country” and “our ways”, it kind of seemed like a fantasy to me.
Dad and I played with my action figures in the floor and he spoke of Wakanda and my family there. All of a sudden there was a knock at our apartment door. He looked through the peep hole in the door and started acting frantic. I never saw Pops like this before. What I didn’t know, was this was the last time I was going to see him either. “Quickly son. You have to get out of here. Down the fire escape okay?” I thought he was joking at first, then I saw the seriousness in his eyes. He then kicked my toys underneath our small couch, embraced me tightly, opened the window to the fire escape and rushed me outside. I climbed down the fire escape and saw some of my boys playin’ ball.
“Aye bro put me in.”
Kendrick checked the ball to me, and I fell right into the game. We were half court and nobody was on me so I did one of my signature moves and took my shot. I missed. The ball bounced off the back board and hit high on the brick wall of our complex. Near our window. I starred at the window for a moment, hoping to see what made Dad rush me out so urgently. I saw nothing. “Looks like somebody off they game today huh.” Kendrick said mocking me. “Aye man shut up.” I shook my head emptying the wonders from my mind. No way was I letting Kendrick get over. We played for a couple minutes until I heard a loud engine revving up. Crazy thing was, it was coming from above us. On the roof of our building was this huge spaceship looking object with silver LEDs. I nudged Kendrick and signaled the other kids over. “Yo look!”
“Ayo, the heck is that.” a kid behind me said. One second it was there. The next it just vanished into the sky. It reminded me of the weird tech Dad told me about from the mystical Wakanda. I knew something wasn’t right. I told the rest of the guys I would just be a minute and ran back to our house.
I looked around our apartment and for a second everything looked normal. Until I saw him. My dad. I ran over to him sobbing, wishing for him to come back to me. I dialed 9-1-1 and told them to come over. I traced the embroidery of Dad’s garb with my finger while I waited for the authorities to come. Then it hit me. Dad always used to tell me about how special it was to be Wakadan and how the rest of the world would want to take what was ours. I grabbed my school bag, rushed over to Dad’s hidden safe, and started filling my back with his belongings. Once the cops came, they would take everything. I had to hide it. Tucked into one of dad’s books was a necklace with my dad’s ring on it. I remember when he used to wear that ring, until one day he just stopped. I put the chain over my neck and stuffed the rest of the things into my school bag. I then heard a pounding on the door. I opened the door and a group of tall officers rushed in. They started collecting things from my house in plastic bags titled EVIDENCE. “Hey kid. I’m officer Clark we’ll take it from here.” I barely acknowledged him. “What’s in the backpack?” Clark asked grabbing onto one of the straps, pulling my body with it. I yanked my shoulder away. “It’s textbooks man, chill.” Officer Clark stood there for a second while he decided if he believed me or not. “Come look at this.” Another officer said signaling for his partner to come see the body. I couldn’t look any longer so I starred at the floor. All I felt was rage. Who would do this?
“Another one bites the dust huh.” The officer said tossing my dad’s hand over his body. “Not surprised. Theres another one every week.” Clark said kicking my father’s body with his foot. I marched over to the officers pushing them out the way and kneeled at my father. “Don’t talk about us like that, my dad was not just anybody else. You have no right.” I said choking on tears. Both cops took me by an arm and pushed me against the wall. “Watch that mouth kid.” One of them said sternly. A medical woman and her team walked in the room holding a black body bag. I rushed over to them and begged for one last goodbye with my father. I crossed his arms over his chest in an x position, as he taught me was the custom. I swallowed my tears and whispered into my father’s ear, “I will find whomever did this, and kill them. I promise you. Wakanda forever.” Immediately after, I ran down the fire escape and found Kendrick. I filled him in on what happened.
So far Kendrick’s mom has been sweet to me, giving me a place to sleep and this journal too. Tomorrow I’m going to read as much as I can from my dad’s books. I hope it’ll help me piece together why what happened did. But I’m going to to have to stop writing now, because Kendrick’s mom is calling us for dinner. I don’t know what the future holds, but this is what I know for sure, I am N’Jadaka son of N’jobu. Some day I will find Wakanda, and I will avenge my father.