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.
Macey let the fake November kiss her for some time before she pushed him away from her because something seemed off about him.Quentin was right."What was that for, I thought you wanted this?" He looked at her innocently whilst Macey just shook her head and paced back and forth."It doesn't feel right.""Kissing me?""How so easy you are with me, November. This isn't you," she pointed out, standing right in his face, "I've known you to never give into things easily. Either you're trying to use me or your quirks are still malfunctioning."The fake November chuckled, put his hand on his mouth, and bit into it as he looked at Macey."Why would I ever want to use you?" He asked at last.And Macey turned her back to him."I don't know. For selfish reasons because you know that I like you?""I like you too, I thought I made it clear."Macey just shook her head at him incredulously because she knew November would never just admit a thing like that. A month ago, he didn't even care. Only jus
This chapter is unedited."Captain, can you tell Doctor Hemmingway what he's thinking right now?" Chase asked Captain. "He's thinking about having you locked up in a sensory deprivation tank if I'm not the real person with the soul-shifting quirk." Captain said and then smirked at Doctor Hemmingway whose eyes were swollen in their sockets in shock.Doctor Hemmingway could barely believe what he just heard. It was the exact thing he had thought about, assuming Chase wasn't being honest. Chase on the other hand glared at Doctor Hemmingway, upon knowing that was what the man had in mind for him."And now, he's frightened. Wasn't expecting what I just did." Captain added, totally enjoying the tension radiating in the air."You know my father could kill you for this?" Chase directed this to Doctor Hemmingway."That's not true," Doctor Hemmingway denied, "he might have changed the order in my thoughts.""You're the one who isn't telling the truth, Doc," Chase went to stand right in his fa
This chapter is unedited.Noah Allen was back from the hospital. Taken home by one of his guards only to be welcomed with the ugly sight of his house destroyed to the ground.He could barely believe his eyes. His perfect place of hiding was gone. It felt like the universe had chosen to be against him since the night November Calhoun broke his leg.Noah Allen could still remember how November had shown up, took him to the air and left him to fall. The way pain he had felt when his leg got broken was unbearable, but now see his house in shambles was another shade of worse."It was crunched by the giants, two days ago," Noah's body guards told him whilst wheeling him forward to the the vandalized building."Take a look around, sir," the bodyguard said, "other homes were destroyed as well. The giants were will and uncontrollable. They killed a lot of people.""I don't care how many people died, damnit!" Noah roared, wanting so badly to connect his fist to the man's face. Because it was he