"Does it hurt that much?" Styles asked Macey who was wincing as she pressed an ice pack to her torn lip."Go check up on Sebastian, he got beaten like a thief," Said Macey and Styles averted his attention to Sebastian whose face was swollen to a pulp from the beatings. He was drying his face with a wet towel after washing it in the sink."So these guys just attacked you like that?" Styles inquired, "that's weird, I've never been attacked before. And I'm really sorry you had to go through that.""They took all my money and tried to sexually harass Macey, it was such a terrible sight to behold." Sebastian shuddered and dabbed the towel over his face one more time, before sighing in pain."I remember the pudding face of the guy who touched me inappropriately, I'll ensure my dad kills him," Macey gritted out and clenched the ice pack she was holding."I don't think you should involve your dad in this, questions will arise and you'll be asked what you were doing here at such an hour," Seba
Harriet Calhoun could feel it within her guts that something was wrong somewhere. Since November was able to get a phone for himself, he had never given his phone to anyone to pick for him. Something seemed fishy but she could not place her hand on it.She didn't want to think he was out there trying to use his quirks for the world to see. She knew he was this mysterious N, but pretended she didn't. She was waiting for the perfect time to confront him. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that he communicated with Sheriff Brightside who in turn made the whole city gather and the hall. And her boy had gone to fight the monster, brought it for everyone to see.Harriet Calhoun knew she was supposed to be proud or something because she was his mother because parents admire their children even more after their children had wowed them. But she did not. She was scared for her son's safety. Her mind was busy wondering if more of those things would come to attack November because he had killed
The heat was becoming unbearable that Sebastian had to take his shirt off. Macey was fighting so hard to not open the window at her side, they were all perspiring. Even Styles had his shirt drenched in his own seat."Feels like we're getting cooked in here," Sebastian murmured and cleaned his swollen face with his shirt.Even November had perspiration all over his body that soaked the sheet covers."There, look!" Macey nudged her finger toward his neck where the organisms were growing smaller and smaller, but something didn't seem right. They were at a speed faster than before. November flicked his eyes open immediately and had this feeling like he was being thrown into the bottomless pit of hell."Turn it off, turn it off!" He yelled and tried to get off the bed, but immediately fell back down because the organisms had dominated his body right now."Christ, he's awake," Macey said in a panic and made to turn off the heater when she got stopped by Styles."Don't, his body is battling
The following day, which was a Sunday, was Timothee Mayfield's funeral, exactly three days after his death. There was the procession of a priest before his coffin was carried to the graveyard. Mr. and Mrs. Mayfield were Catholics and it was surprising that a lot of people came to attend their son's funeral since they were such a snob to literally everyone.November, Sebastian, and Macey had attended too, all clad in depressing black for the sake of Timothee because he was their classmate. Although he saw himself high above everyone else, downgraded people, his death happened so soon. "He was such a fine boy, isolated himself from people because he saw the world differently from everyone.." Mrs. Mayfield stopped talking, sniffed, and then loudly blew her nostrils into a hankie. "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," the woman murmured and broke into tears.Mr. Mayfield upon seeing this clenched his jaw and asked someone to take his wife away, claiming she was disgracing herse
One would think it wasn't Timothee's funeral but an occasion because the Mayfields hosted a Post Funeral reception etiquette instead of serving finger foods like fruits, vegetables, and sandwiches. November had his fists shoved in his pants pockets the whole time he observed the three men who had somehow managed to make their way into the Mayfield's home, pretending to be attendees of the funeral when they were observing Mr. Zachary who was having a hard time concentrating because he knew eyes were already on him. November looked at the man's wife and daughter and then wondered if they knew he was currently in danger."Poor woman doesn't know her husband is a cheat," muttered Sebastian who took a bite of his chicken and made a short guttural sound because he felt pain over his face."Worse, he's being watched closely because he knows Abulterin from the Pharmaceutical company is deadly, causing the death of his nephew," November breathed out and then turned to face Macey and Sebastia
They were leaving, taking the path they followed before when they saw someone in a black super suit standing in the middle of the scanty road."Isn't that the guy who killed the monster?" The first man asked his companion who was in the shotgun."It's him in the flesh, the Mysterious N," said the third guy from the back seat.November used his superspeed to appear in front of them immediately, stunning them in the process."Do you need anything?" Asked the first guy who was anxious."What does he want with us?" The third was already reaching for his gun when they felt their car being lifted off the ground."Jesus!" They Clamored in horror, stirring a smug smile on November's face beneath his mask. These three had made it impossible for him to have a proper conversation with sir Zachery, now he would get the answers from them himself. His mind flashed back to when he had excused himself from Sebastian and Macey, told them he wanted to use the toilet, and immediately took off to his hou
If November had been told earlier that day that he would leave home and return to see it burning, he would have called the person a joker.He couldn't believe the sight in front of him and even for a moment, he forgot his friends were beside him. They had all rushed down after the call he received.Macey let out a horrified gasp and Sebastian had his mouth parted the whole time, he tried to speak but words couldn't come out.November's home was burning from the rooftop, part of the house had already burnt to the extent it needed to be renovated before anyone could stay in it. The other part was still on fire even as the fire extinguishers were doing their best to quench it.November was glued to the spot where he was standing, unmoving as he watched his house go into shambles. A place his mom had inherited from her grandfather. The only place they could call home since his father left them with nothing in Alaska. The boy could barely believe his eyes. Everything was surreal. How did i
"You could move in with us for the time being," Sheriff Brightside took off his hat and observed Harriet Calhoun's face. It was late evening and they were on his balcony."I appreciate your offer, Aleric, but I cannot accept it." Harriet Calhoun looked away and rubbed the side of her arm. She didn't like people offering her help like she was a beggar. Few people have asked her to move in with them, but she declined. She didn't want anyone's pity. She was capable enough to take care of herself and her kids, that was why she was a mother."Why?" Sheriff Brightside narrowed his eyes in confusion as he went over to stand right in front of her, towering her with his huge height."It just isn't right, I don't want to inconvenience you or your kids," Harriet Calhoun had her face free of tears as she answered Macey's father, "we'll find a way to fix things. We could live in there and manage," she gave off a slight shoulder shrug, hoping Sheriff Brightside would drop the idea of having her and