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
Chase Adams knew he went too far over what he did to November's home. When he finished sending fireballs to the house, he realized the act was inhumane. It was never his intention to begin. It all started the previous day when November used harsh and hurtful words on him. Spoke to him the way no one ever had before.Chase was depressed the whole evening, and couldn't even sleep a wink. He spent his night getting himself drunk in his room, after kicking his door and avoiding his father and the servants. How could November Calhoun of all people speak to him like that?November was the exact description of, 'a person would not remain a fool forever.' The boy stunned him to a stupor. Used his quirks to glue his butt on his chair like a fearful, obedient servant. This was the boy who was scared of him at school. Who took his heels when he learned he was coming his way. November Calhoun would hide inside the male's locker room, from the fear of getting bullied. This was the same person
November was having a hard time falling asleep. It felt surreal to him that his house got burnt down by Chase Adams and he was at Macey's. Tomorrow was Monday and he had to go to school. Meanwhile, he had put his mind aside from the Pharmaceutical company and Mr anonymous. He didn't care anymore.Stacey was fast asleep and his mom, he didn't know where she went. She was probably outside smoking. She tends to smoke when something had gone wrong.November felt like a fool for just sitting there without doing anything. He should be beating up Chase Adams by now. But how was he supposed to leave when Sheriff Brightside was outside and possibly with his mom?He couldn't stay in there just like that, he needed to give Chase a taste of his own medicine. The damned boy was at his own house, asleep on his bed while he was here, broken and in pain. Quentin Brightside had lent him a shirt and a pair of jogger pants because he didn't have any clothes left. Just his suit and the super suit in his