Noah Allen woke up and still found himself at the hospital, with his bandaged leg raised above him. He didn't know how long he had passed out, but he knew it was for a very long time.He tried to look around for his phone but could not since whenever he tried moving, he felt so much pain. It would require some months before he could leave his sick bed and he hated so much that he was in such a position. It was rather painful for him.Not even a fucking soul was in his ward with him. Just him alone, he could get to his blockhead, elder step brother neither could he find his phone to make use of it in contacting Prosecutor Adams."I know you're elated I am like this," he referred to Scott and then gritted his teeth in exasperation."When I get out of this place, I will tear off your limbs and feed them to my bulldogs!" Noah Allen bellowed at the top of his lungs and then continually pounded his fist on his bedside.***November and his friends dropped by the town hall to be of help to th
Silence befell the entire town hall when Marion County's Mayor, Bill Andrews, and the top Prosecutor, Levi Adams showed up. It was Chase's whole idea, he had his dad discuss with the town's Mayor about providing food and shelter until every damaged house was rebuilt."Sorry for coming late, everyone," Bill Andrews began addressing the crowd, "every one of us suffered at the giants' outbreak. Half the population of this city/town has everything and I am here to be of help as it is my duty. Temporal homes will be provided for the homeless and with the help of the government, their houses will be rebuilt within six weeks. Forms will go round for those who are interested."Some people were elated at this whilst some weren't. They had lost their loved ones as well. After the Mayor's speech, Cheques in envelopes were shared amongst these people and it was at that moment Harriet Calhoun caught the eye of Prosecutor Adams. The man immediately left his side and walked over to meet with Novemb
Meanwhile, the real November was still stuck in the desert, unable to use his powers in going back to civilization. It was late and very frustrating to the bone for November, more like his quirks were messing with him.He had given up yelling a few hours ago since it tends to worsen things. He was famished, weakened to the bone and it wasn't even hot anymore, since the rise of the half Moon.November wondered if he had done something wrong. Because it was certain things were faulty on his part. He just floated out of the town hall after controlling Prosecutor Adams back into his car, for upsetting he, November's mother.He let his feet give out underneath him and kneeled on the sand, praying, hoping, and wishing that his quirks would return to normal so he could head back to Marion county.Everyone had seen this in the town hall. November didn't even have his super suit on to communicate with Ann, else things would have been easy for him."So I'm going to remain here?" He questioned
Sheriff Brightside woke up the next morning with a migraine. "Good thing you're up, you're late for work," Macey said from where she was on his study desk, going through her system."What the hell happened?" Sheriff Brightside asked and then groaned in pain because it seemed as though his headache was lengthening to the whole of his body."You went drinking last night, got drunk and you couldn't even come home. The bartender had to call Quentin to come to pick you up." Macey informed him and then shook her head at him."Shit." Sheriff Brightside hissed and managed to get off the bed. He couldn't remember drinking that much."I put your alarm off, wanted you to sleep until your body decided it was enough," Quentin came into the room, slowly eating from a granola bar, "Christ, you look like shit, dad." His eyes rose in their sockets when he took a good look at his father."And I feel like shit," Sheriff Brightside dragged his feet to the bathroom to wash up."Hey, have you noticed somet
Harriet Calhoun knew her son way too well but right now the way he was talking to her was as if he was a stranger. She took a good look at her son and wondered if he had been infected with an alien virus or something because he seemed so and very weird.Even his silence was disturbing. She carried November in her eyes womb for nine months, gave birth to him, fed him and watched him grow and during all those years, she never felt such strange energy from him. She couldn't even tell if she was imagining things."Mom, why are you staring at me like that?" The fake November asked his Harriet Calhoun, feigning innocence. He was uncomfortable from the way she kept staring at him in silence and through a squint. It was as if she had detected something."What do you mean by that? Don't I have the right to look at you? You're my son." Harriet Calhoun breathed out and messaged her temples. She just could not put up with the way that she felt about him.He maintained some distance between them an
When November's eyes fluttered that morning, he was expecting it all to be a dream and that he was at home. It was when he opened his eyes that he saw himself still at the desert, alone. It was so fucking upsetting for him, to remain stuck in there when there were so much things that needed to be done in Marion county. November felt exasperated, he wanted to yell out his lungs but he doubt he had the strength to do so."Shit," he cursed aloud and rose to his feet from the place he had slept. He had slept on the dessert sand throughout the night, after being way too frustrated from his ill-stinking luck.Just two days ago, he had been fighting the giants with some other quirky teens. No one knew his quirks would start malfunctioning and he would end up there. The twin holes hadn't still been covered as they had no idea if more humans were trapped there, but November knew for sure that more aliens resided there.The way the walls had so many closely packed holes and how hideous the rest
November was slowly dying of thirst and hunger. He had had nothing to eat or drink for the past twenty hours. He felt weak to the bone and neither could he make use of his quirks since they decided they wouldn't work in his favor anymore.He was like a madman who lived in the desert, with torn clothes and skin stained with dust. His hair was a mess, his eyes felt itchy from the harsh sun and his throat felt dry, despite having salivated a couple of times to get it.November wondered what crime he ever committed to suffer like that when all he did was to be of help to the entire Marion county. He knew his mom and sister were worried about him but unknown to him that Sebastian had already taken his form and was living as him. November wondered how things were back in Marion county. If his mom and Sheriff Brightside had decided to form a search party to go find him.He thought Macey, Sebastian, and Captain would be worried about him. He thought about Chase too.He had been walking for a
"Who are you?""Chase Adams, the son of prosecutor Adams," Chase replied and clenched his fist. The limousine was in front of Atticus' lab and the soldiers were back at their post.They took one good look at Chase and upon seeing the resemblance with Prosecutor Adams, they realized it was true."Why are you here?""To see Doctor Hemmingway, I have an appointment with him," And then the soldiers went silent. Chase was impatient, he knew if they wouldn't let him in he'd have plan B. By setting them on fire with his quirk.They let him, after staring from him to his driver and his driver to him. And when the driver stopped the car in the driveway, his men pulled Captain out of the car, whilst the soldiers watched and wondered what the boy was in for.Chase's men took Captain into Atticus' lab and up to Doctor Hemmingway's office, with Chase leading the way. Right at the door, two soldiers were guarding it and Chase knew Doctor Hemmingway had company, which obviously wasn't a good time.