"Can you see?" Sebastian asked after sliding an eyedrop into November's eyes."No, it's been fucking five hours." November gritted out, looking exasperated. They were in his temporary room with everyone gone and at the hospital except a guilt-stricken Jane who had her knees drawn up to her chest from the corner where she was seated."Can't believe this is fucking happening to me," November scoffed incredulously as he placed his hand over his eyes, stroking them."I think blindness will require more time to trail away," Sebastian assured him, putting his hand over his shoulder. "I'm sorry you're in such position because of me," Jane apologized before nibbling her bottom lip on sadness, "if there's anything I can do to help, I will."There was no response from the boys and so she took this as a hint to leave, to give them privacy."I couldn't even go out to save Macey," November balled his fists really hard and heaved deeply, "couldn't do any damn thing.""It wasn't your fault." Sebast
"Jane, can you drive?" November questioned Jane after managing to take off his super suit."No. Can't remember a thing but I doubt I can drive a car." Jane provided, having a good look at the super suit."Shit, have you ever thought of trying?" He jammed his fingers through his hair in frustration. He needed to leave, couldn't just stay there like some fool when his friend was at the hospital with bullet wounds."Where do you want to go in such a condition? You're supposed to stay here and wait for your mom." Jane told November because she was genuinely worried about him."I can't, I need to see Macey. To save her." "Dude, you're blind." She said in a duh tone and November clenched his jaw in exasperation. Had he known, he would have let her stay blind. She was the reason he was in such a position, or else he would have saved Macey from getting shot by the men who were sent by Mr. Anonymous."I am blind because of you," he bit out, balling his fists from where he was seated."I am so
November woke up and realized he was still blind. He wished it was all a dream but it wasn't. His body was against something cold that he didn't even know if it was a floor. He couldn't even rise to his feet because his body was chained to the ground. Even his hands couldn't be freed because they were difficulty bound in chains. He couldn't even use his quirks, but his broken leg from the accident had been straightened.And at this, he realized he had been captured by doctor Hemmingway right after he passed out.Pain coursed through November because he was having the worst time of his life. He didn't even know if it was day or night. He had lost his fucking sight and was rendered useless, chained like an animal in a place he didn't know. He couldn't even scream because there was tape in his mouth.His eyes watered upon remembering Jane's death, the girl whose blindness he had taken, had died for his sake. Had it been he hadn't lifted the car above the air, she would still be alive. H
Harriet Calhoun was on her way to Sheriff Brightside's home when she took notice of people standing outside their houses that had shattered glass windows and uprooted doors. It seemed a mob had arrived and destroyed people's homes after the previous men who had arrived to shoot."What in God's name is happening to this environment?" She muttered to herself as she stared ahead of her and saw a large number of people in front of the sheriff's home.Her heart dropped in her stomach upon seeing this because she sensed something had happened again and this time it could be worse.She hopped out of her car and slammed the door shut before even nearing the house front.She shouldered her way past people and rushed to the scene in front, before stiffening.Quentin's broken car and Jane inside. Dead with a broken neck.Harriet Calhoun was chilled to the extent she couldn't even open her mouth.Jane who she had picked up from the road, the helpless blind girl who had lost her memory. The girl w
"Sir, we carried out the mission you asked of us, but the Sheriff was present and so we couldn't go in to kidnap his mother," the informant was wearing a black suit with shades over his eyes. Behind him were two men who seemed to be in some sort of gang, with him the leader.They were at an empty hockey arena with just one unidentified person in a hockey outfit, and a hockey stick who had his back to them.He didn't respond, instead, he slammed his hockey stick against the floor and the remaining men flinched in fear."Just a simple task that I asked you to do, and you couldn't get it done." He said quietly as if he was talking about something else."Sheriff Brightside seemed to be her protector because it was his home, he shot at us too. We succeeded in giving his daughter a few bullets." Man number one provided, taking off his shades and seeming uncomfortable.Mr. Anonymous in the ice hockey outfit turned around to face the man, his helmet hiding his face, and he swung his hockey st
"He showed up when I was having a swim in my inflatable hot tube. Dealt with me in a way that I went through hell," "What triggered you to burn down the home of a struggling mother and her kids?" "It's a long story," Chase turned away to face the window. He deliberately didn't mention that 005 had escaped from his father's car before nightfall.Doctor Hemmingway looked closely at Chase who was pacing back and forth in his office. The boy had shown up and asked if his pyrokinetic quirk could be enhanced since he was thoroughly dealt with by Mysterious N. Doctor Hemmingway had let him in with sealed lips. He wouldn't reveal to this boy that he had Mysterious N locked up in the secret lab, or else Prosecutor Adams would find out."So you think you can fight this Mysterious N?" Doctor Hemmingway raised a brow at Chase who still had his back to the window."I could burn down his stupid super suit. He thinks he's some hero because he's killed a monster, and saved a coaster bus from fallin
It was dawn when Styles woke up and found himself inside a room that he was certain belonged to Doctor Hemmingway. He was in severe pain after being beaten terribly by the soldiers like a thief. He could barely even move his body.Thankfully his hands were free and he could tell he was on Doctor Hemmingway's blacklist since the man had figured he was acquainted with November and even made a super suit for him. When he could have kept his damned mouth shut and silently withdrew as an intern in Atticus' lab.Styles coughed and pounded his fist against his chest because he felt a sharp pain piercing through his chest. Even his head was heavy like he was having a concussion. It was even a miracle he was alive because he had thought he would die from the thorough beatings until he lost consciousness.He needed to contact November and tell him everything before Doctor Hemmingway and the likes of him started making plots on how to capture November. Those men were dangerous and wouldn't stop
Sebastian was having difficulty concentrating in class. His argument with a blind November who pointed out that he was straight. The boy had made him feel less of himself, made him regret everything. And even before he left for school this morning, he contemplated showing up at the Brightsides to check on November to see if he was alright. But he decided against it, assuming November had already regained his sight.He would go visit Macey at the hospital, after school hours, but he was just having a hard time listening to the AP Chemistry teacher. It had been three weeks since his arrival in Indianapolis, and he had made just two friends. Macey and then November who he had feelings for. Although he seemed to be hiding something from them, something no one else knew, except him and a few people.Sebastian's phone vibrated in his backpack and he was forced to peel his eyes away from his teacher and slipped the phone out, only to see it was Styles calling him."What the fuck!?" He unknowi