Under her questioning gaze, his throat went dry. Abby leaned against the wall with crossed arms.
He stuttured "I... I was in the toilet...had a really bad one....Sorry I .... I took too long"
Abby stiffled her laugh within her petite hands.
Sternly, she said "I still won't excuse you for this! So, you better stay behind!"
Draven nodded and dragged his feet to his seat.
He picked his brush and began painting. While he was painting, a soft voice caressed his earbuds. "Hey, what happened? And happened to your clothes?"
With shifty eyes, he said "I wasn't feeling well and I somehow had ruined them... And borrowed my friend's spare clothes."
Karisa gave a sincere smile, said "Oh! I didn't know, sorry for asking. Are you feeling better now?"
Breathing in her rosy fragrence, suddenly his heart leaped, viewing her through flowery lens. Surpressing his emotions, he replied "No worries. It's OK. I am fine."
Draven smiled into Karisa's eyes for a moment. Abby saw them all lovey-dovy, she coughed.
The dry cough disrupted the harmony between them. Feeling exposed, they both blushed and awkwardly continued their work. Karisa took a few sneak peeks, while he was concentrating on his canvas. She smiled, watching him paint. She thought 'Man, he is so cute, I want him! I can't believe that he is the same boy from six years ago.'
Unknown to Karisa, while he was painting. He caught a glimpse of her cherry blossom cheeks. Being the reason behind her smile; his heart went mushy with warm feelings. Draven controlled himself and didn't leak a single emotion out.
Draven recalled Abby's relationship talks. He put Abby's advice into practice and made the first move. He said "Karisa, I'm curious. What made you to change your subject to arts?"
Karisa pondered, pressed the end of her brush against her lips.
She said "When I was younger. My elder brother used to always come home with his adventures. He always had the habit of drawing rather than clicking his moments. Whenever he was home, he used to show me his sketches. Of all the places he travelled and the people he met along the way. I was fascinated and I too, wanted to draw a portrait of him. He is the reason I chose art."
Draven listened and his eyes sparkled in awe. He said "Wow, your brother sounds cool. Can i meet him. one day? I too love art... But my family doesn't approve" his eyes dimmed, thinking of his family.
Karisa said "Yeah. He is! Same here, even my parents disapprove of my passion for art."
Draven said "Really? Anyway... "
The bell rang, marking the end of the period and the end of their conversation.
Annoyed, Draven mentally cursed the bell's timing.
Karisa said "Bye, I really enjoyed our time and I hope to see you soon." she waved her hand.
Draven said "Yeah, Goodbye... Me too."
He sighed. 'It's tough to play hard to get. I almost fell for her!'
Addy once said that the faster the person falls, the more disappointed, they would be in the end. Always guard your dignity, never forsake it, even for the one you like, otherwise they will trample your feelings and make you feel cheap and unworthy.
Draven cleared his station and packed his bag. Once they were alone, Abby said "So, what happened?"
Draven replied "I got into a fight in the washroom."
Surprised, she questioned him "Really? But you don't even have a single wound on you."
Draven said "Look at my clothes! Is this even remotely close to my style... It sickens me! Oh Abby do you have any nice clothes lying around? I look like a douchebag!"
Abby chuckled, said "Yeah you do... Hey, do I look like your personal closet? I'm a lady. I don't have any spare clothes for a boy and even if i did, I won't give you any!" and punched his shoulder.
"Ouch! Please Abby, I will do anything for some decent clothes!" he exaggerated and begged with joined hands.
Abby gave in. "Ok, but on one condition! You have to deliver the books for me."
Draven replied "Yes..."
Abby grinned. "Ok then, you will have to share with me, all the juicy details between you and Karisa"
Draven laughed. and jokingly said "Yeah sure."
"Ma'am, we better hurry otherwise I willl be late for my class" Draven said and helped Abby to carry a pile of books.
They walked though the halls and delivered the books to their respective classes.
In front of the last class, Draven said "Mrs. let me handle the last one."
Abby agreed and left after saying her thanks. Before he pulled the door open, the door dashed against him and fell on butt, with books scattered on the floor.
Draven was about to fume.
She apologized profusely with her back bended.
With her back lowered, her gaze landed on him. She was astounded and gasped.
She exclaimed "Oh my! Oh my Gosh! Draven. Is that you Draven?"
Taking a good look of her, she had long, plantnium hair tinted with blue. Styled with flowers matching her knee-lenght dress with white floral.
Draven took her stretched hand and stood on his feet. He patted the dust off his pants and collected the books on the ground.
Draven said "Heather, you still remember me?"
Heather Darwins chucked, reminiscing of the good 'ol days, she replied "Of course, how can I forget? We had so much fun together when we were younger"
Draven chuckled, forgetting the pain in his left shoulder.
They chatted until a teacher grunted.
Heather swallowed her words, glancing at her professor. She said "Sorry for .... the"
Draven patted her head. "No, it's alright! Anyway, you already apologized, silly."
She blushed, as he leg swayed like a purring kitten, she said "Draven, it's nice meeting you again... Do you have a serial number or a cell? So, we can catch up, I have to go now!"
Draven replied "Sure, me too!"
They passed their contact numbers and parted. Draven rushed to his class.
When they were younger; Draven, Heather, May and Sam were childhood friends. Due to the strong relationship between their families, they played and did everything together.
They were friends until the age ceremony, five years ago. Everyone of his generation passed, except Draven.
Once Draven failed the ceremony, their families cut him off from all of their social gatherings and his friends were forced to stop contacting Draven.
Left to fend for himself. His enemies targeted him.
Through all of these years, he never blamed his friends for abandoning him. Instead, he detested the Grand Patriarch, his grandpa's decisions and rules and, also that cursed day.
Behind the school building, arms around their shoulders, they both grunted, limping forward, totally different from their usual, proud selves.
Their hair burnt, with soot covering their wounds. As their walked, new holes reopened on their clothes.
Looking at them, even their mothers wouldn't be able to recognize them.
They crossed the lawn and sat under the tree, waiting for their Mistress to arrive.
A minute later, a gentle breeze brushed past the tree; leaves descended upon the soft grass. Light footsteps, a figure stepped in front of them.
They bowed on their knees; greeting the masked lady dressed in blue.
She looked at them with disdain. She cleared her throat. "Where is the target?"
Osborne shivered, sweat running down his cheeks and said fearfully "Master, we weren't able to capture Draven. He... he escaped."
Her face darkened and spoke in a condescending tone "You buffoons! You couldn't even handle a single person. He is fu*** powerless. Give me one good reason to not end your life."
Osborne froze in fright. Nolan raised his head and spoke for Osborne "Master, but the reports are false. Draven clearly isn't powerless!"
The masked lady paused, said "What did you say?"
Osborne replied "He has awakened, with a fire ability. And a very powerful one. He was strong enough to single-handly wipe out, me and my whole crew by himself.
A smile curved on her stern lips and laughed. Hearing their Mistress's laugh, they shivered. She said " Fine, I will spare your lives!"
Another masked man teleported next to the lady. He held her shoulder and they teleported away.
Osborne and Nolan slumped their backs against the trunk and wiped the sweat off their brows in relief.
In another place far from school,
Deep in his basement, an old man warmed himself near the fireplace, while staring at an antique lamp. The lamp on the coffee table brightened and illuminated with a grim glow of red.
Light befell his old face, highlighting the scars and his thin lips. As they spread into an evil grin. He jumped to his feet, fluttering the hem of his robes. "Haha hahahah finally it's done. He has awakened! He has finally awakened!!" the old man shouted at the top of his lungs.
Smacking his lips. 'Hmm... it won't be long and we shall rise!'
Daven was late. Knowing his Maths teacher’s temperament, he would be in for a scolding. He took a deep breath and knocked, before walking in. Draven apologized, informed her of his reason behind his tardiness. Mrs. Winchester for a wonder said the strangest things. “Next time, be on time and take your seat.' Draven took his seat at the back of the class and flipped his notebook open. Swirling a Ten between his fingers while listening to her lecture. Time passed like a blur. When half of the day was over, the lunch bell rang. The students rushed through the halls, either to chat with their buddies outside or the school cafeteria. Draven carried his sorry ass out of the class with a bag over his shoulder, heading to the rooftops. With a dazed expression, he slowly climbed the stairs. But internally, he was chatting with Vernon in the system. Vernon said "Do you want to see the stats now?" “Okay” ---Legend's Scroll---
Draven lethargically climbed up the stairs. He could have taken the elevator but there wasn't one in this crummy building. He could complain for hours, about this rundown, paint-peeled apartment but sadly it was the only one which fitted perfectly with his budget. In the beginning, it was hard for Draven to digest the word ‘Abandoned’ while sitting on the roadside for hours, the freezing cold was enough to pinch him back, to the reality of his circumstance. Moving on, Draven swallowed his pride and begged for a job, sometimes he threw himself out for the alms of the beggars or dumpster-diving for the crumbs to satiate himself. With his new identity, as a street kid, he sloged like an ox for a meagre wage doing odd jobs; at desperate times, even the offer to humiliate himself for money seemed enticing. A slave to money. When his pockets were full, his stomach wasn’t. It always manged to take fight by its
Today school was closed for the weekend, out of habit; he went for an early jog. Instead of going down his normal routine, he jogged further to the next street. Draven heaved, leaning against the brick wall, to catch his breath. He cussed, wiping the sweat on his chin. 'I certainly didn't expect it to be this far! Damn that old fart!' A green thread of light, buzzed from the bracelet, he popped to the size of a little fairy. Vernon shouted "Hey, quit whining! This is just a warm-up!" Draven said "But, I could have easily warmed up on the gym's treadmill." Vernon replied "Running outside and inside aren't that different. But they make a big difference. Athletes of my generation, preferred training outdoors, making their bodies resistant to the temperature and the conditions of the track." Draven stayed silent and continued running. Moments before daybreak, in a small corner of the street. People in their sports apparels went in an
The room glowed; numbers flashed. 3…2…1 Go! Draven climbed up and hid within the tree leaves, gripping the daggers. A couple of robots trudged through the wilderness, while they carefully scanned the area with loaded guns, ready to fire. Catching a lead of his footprint, on a caterpillar track, they waddled to his tree. Like a dart, the dagger cut through the air, it stuck straight to its optical sensor. Aligning his sword, he jumped down, and with the gained momentum, it sliced through the robot in half. And casually swung his sword horizontally, chopping off the head of the robot. Draven strolled out. A second later, they went boom, sending the lit scraps in all directions, attracting the others. He leaned his back straight to the trunk, as a drone flew above. He rolled and took cover in a nearby bush. Pensively looked around. 'Hmm, last time I used the rings. But they are too taxing for my current level. I need to figure out a way to
In the midst of his battle, he ducked his head from the incoming heat ray. He dashed in the middle, two robots flanking him from the both sides, swinging their blades, forming an x. With a horizontal parry, he deflected back their combined attacks. They skidded back; pulling his fingers back like a gun, he shot fire bullets which was soon blocked by its forcefield. Based on his previous fighting patterns, the bots were prepared. From the middle, a machine gun. Draven rocketed himself back with a flip, he struck its chest with the teeth of his whip and destroyed the source of his trouble, leaving the bot with only a sword to defend itself. When Draven fought the robots, he heard a mechanical movement. Acting on his instincts, he changed the grip of his sword and preformed a reverse roundhouse; kicking the robot's sword away while ducking his head narrowly from the incoming sword at the front. After depleting his fire energy, he was soon stuck in a dead
[Mission]Defeat Misty Eyes thugs and the hidden boss.Defeat the gang of Misty eyes 350expDefeat Hidden Boss 300expBonus: level 3 power scrollFail to complete mission - electric shock for two minutes or deduct 300exp from the host.Vernon said "They aren't that strong only a few are level 2 and the tattooed dude is a level 2.5 superhuman. And the boss is at level 3. It shouldn't be too hard for ya!" Draven spent 80exp for one speed boost and stamina boost, giving a temporary boost of five stats each. Blood rush through his heart, epic music replayed in his mind. Draven laughed, and plotted 'It will be much easier to surpress them, once I defeat their leader' Draven dashed to the leader. An inch away, Draven covered his fists with fire and punched. The leader activated his ability, turning his arm into iron and blocked Draven's punch.Before the enemy could counterattack, Draven stepped back and front kicked him in the gut. It rebounded.
Pushing through the sea of people and from a slit, he caught a sight of her back. He thought 'Hmm, why do I feel she looks familiar... to someone?' The thug roughly grabbed her hips with a lecherous gaze, she slapped him. His face darkened and frisked her to the floor, she closed her eyes tight and curled her head expecting the blow. And before the man could strike her, Draven jumped over with a flying kick in the face; kicking a meter away. *Bang*The spectators gasped. Slowly her eyes fluttered open, bewildered by the events. As a man bleed on the ground. Her earthen eyes widened, seeing her saviour. With a light chuckle, Draven gazed into her eyes and softly mouthed 'Hi' The man rubbed his face in pain, stood on his feet and spat blood. They supported him and drew out their knives. He shouted "Yo punk! How dare you kick me? Don't you know who am I? Draven snickered "Do I look like I care?" A ball of fire crawled around his hand. <
After gaming away their worries, they strolled around the mall.Sarah eyes sparkled, she stared at the latest winter attire behind the glass frame. Unconsciously, she wandered inside. Draven left in the background humoured and followed her.Her eyes grazed the file of clothes, searching for the particular outfit, she saw outside. She ran and felt the soft woollen fabric against her cheek. She flipped the price tag, her face shrank like a deflated balloon and with a hunch, she dragged her feet.She sighed, glancing down at her