In the art room, Draven whistled, while leisurely painting on his canvas. Relishing on Osborne's beating, he chuckled.
Abby strolled inside the classroom and shot a brief glance at his work; she froze in her steps.
Turning around, she said "Draven, what are you painting?"
He nonchalantly replied "An antique watch" dipping his brush into his wet palette.
"Eh? A watch? Which era?" Abby said, trying to make sense of his painting.
Draven nibbed his brush "The 20th century or is it the 21st one!"
"Sorry to burst you bubble, honey. But it doesn't even come remotely close to a real watch" she sombrely said, after all his painting was too abstract to even be called abstract. As his canvas was a mess of delicate and broad strokes with mismatched colours.
Stupefied, Draven exclaimed "What?" turning to face her.
Abby gasped in horror. "Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened to your beautiful face?" she gently traced her hand across his
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Staring at his fake wounds, she calmly said "Draven, what is that?" striking shivers down his spine, he gulped. Draven had seen her anger once and he was a bit glad that he couldn't see her crossed expression. "Uhh... I ... I" he stuttered under the bombardment of his guilt and her fierce aura. Abby said "Draven! Explain" Within his mind, Vernon took pleasure in his host predicament. "Busted!!! Haha" Draven cursed him under his breath. 'I will get you for this you old frog!' Draven sheepishly grinned. "Ahh... Can we talk about this later? I mean over lunch!" Abby's interrogative eyebrows lifted up, she pensively said "Okay... but you are still not off the hook!" and started driving the car. Draven sighed. 'Phew... at least I still have some time to prepare my excuse!' Vernon sarcastically said 'Excuse? Hah Good luck!' 'Why you?' a nerve popped on Draven's forehead. He looked outside, the ca
The last bell finally rang, Draven exited the classroom with the others, mixing with the swarm of students rushing home. Draven avoided the bumping or hitting against someone. It wasn't easy for a blind man to walk within a crowd intersecting from both sides, but somehow, he managed. Suddenly something soft pressed against his chest, he froze, detecting a feminine aura in front of him. "Sor... sorry!" "It's okay... Draven" she croaked, separated herself from him. Recognizing her voice, he blurted "Dominique" She giggled, finding his reaction cute. "Ugh... I am really sorry!" Draven said, looking around to check whether her brother was nearby, he didn't want his friend to think that he had some perverted designs on his sister. Misunderstanding his intentions, she gently cupped his hand, said "It's okay, he isn't here..." Calming himself, Draven said "Where is he?" trying to placate the awkwardness between them. Dominique
Standing in a stalemate, Abby bit her tongue, as her creation struggled to absorb the surge of darkness flowing from his hand. Petrified by his aura, she thought ‘I know he is at least a level or two higher but…’ and took a glimpse of Draven’s pathetic state; hardening her quaking brush. Before the situation could become worse, Arkon said "Dad, please stop! We haven't come here to fight!" gently nudging the Grand Patriarch. "Humph... you are no fun! I just wanted to scare the kitten!" Grand Patriarch puffed his chest. Suppressing his domineering aura, the atmosphere became placate again, or somewhat manageable for Draven’s weaker spirit. Vernon commented "Hmm... your grandpa is somewhat weak for a warmonger. He is just a bloody 7.7 darkness and emotion devourer... Back in my prime, I could squash them like bugs" In compassed by shock, Draven blurted "What did you say?" Vernon yawned "I meant; I can kill him easily"
Draven pressed a button, shifting the car to manual mode, he gripped the steering wheel and turned to park his new car at the side of the road. He walked out of the purple door with a duffle bag around his arm. Seeing him before her, her eyes lit up, she shouted "Hey, Kid!" Resting a hand on the rail, he stood still; seeing a familiar beauty emanate from his apartment. His forehead creased in offense, in a flat tone “Oh. Hi!" Noticing his mood, she persisted and sweetly said "Sorry hunk, I am a bit forgetful. What's your name again? I hope it wasn’t hunk?" bending her back, intentionally letting him see her cleavage. His expression lightened, he replied "Draven. And you?” With a dazzling smile, she exclaimed “You forgot… me? Moi?” “Yeah” She sighed “Whatever, It’s me, Becky” He said “Oh” not surprised, for her name never slipped off his mind. "So, Draven why didn't you answer my calls? I have been
Deep in the forest, Focusing the rife, the bush crinkled. Crouching on the forest floor, she locking her lens on her prey. She smirked 'Too easy' and pulled the trigger, a beam of light shot through the obstacles easily and before the bear could even growl, his head exploded; splattering a tree trunk crimson. *Thud* "Hehe... Did you see that?" She spoke over her walkie-talkie. Impressed, Draven soon replied "Yes, I did! A perfect head-shot! Now it's my turn!" "Yeah, this totally deserves a hundred points" "Good luck" she said before signing off. "Hehe" Draven grinned, adjusting himself on the branch, using his aura vision. He detected a bird flying nearby, extending his rife, he flicked it and said through his walkie-talkie "Watch the sky!" "Okay" she replied. With great patience, he then held himself still, releasing a breath, he fired. A second later, the aura faded, a dead bird fell from the sky.
Hot steam rise from the flask, traveling through the tubes and ended to the leather sac above, it puffed into a balloon. Once full, Becky replaced it with another one, sealing them tightly into ten gas bombs and twenty bombs. She stood, arching her back into a long stretch. "Dravenn~ sweetie! I am done!" He returned to her side with quick strides. "Sorry for keeping you waiting... we will soon have our fun" she grinned, pressing something into his hands. Taking a peek, he said "What are these?" She replied "Smoke bombs, smell concealer and grenades, specially created by yours truly! Hehe" unconsciously, her ears stretched for his praise. "Wow, did you make these yourself? This is amazing!" Draven said, truly impressed by her ingenuity. "Yup, made from my original recipe!" Becky tilted her head slightly higher, waiting for his rain of praise. Draven gave her his most brilliant smile, said "Baby, you are a genius!" <
Draven jumped on it back, wrapping the beast around his legs, he wrings its neck. "Damn it!" Draven tightly clutched its neck, riding it like a rodeo machine. The ant screeched; calling for help. The other ants rushed to deal the insect on their brother's back. Draven heated his body, it turned red like magma… the ant wailed across the floor died with a severed neck. Enraged, the others nearby, blocked his exit and spit molten gold. Draven teleported; pulling out his plasma gun and accurately fired five shots, hitting straight to their hearts and tossed a grenade behind the fire wall; dealing minor damage to the rest. As his fire overreacted with the explosion; Draven absorbed it back into his palms and quickly extracted the beast cores with a stab of his sword and stored them in his spatial pouch while waiting for the next wave. Becky creeped behind him and embraced his back "Wow baby, that was some hot stuff! I almost thought you were a goner…
After an hour of continuous harvesting, they both ploughed to the ground, resting their backs against each other; deep in the ant colony. Becky uncapped a vial and gulped it down, passed it to Draven "You want some?" Draven said "Uh, what is this?" "Recovery potion" she said with a smile. "Oh, thanks" he drank down the remaining content. While his muscles were recovering, Draven checked his system notifications. Becky was busy typing her experience on the tablet. [Mission: Accomplished] Kill 100 Golden crustacean ants Reward: Mystery Box (Silver) Feeling apprehensive, Draven asked "A mystery box? What do you think I will get?" Vernon flicked wax off his earbud, said "Anything, even a lump of clay" "Clay?" Vernon said "Yeah, that is if you are unlucky! But since this is of a silver grade, there might be something useful" Vernon said "Do you want to open it? Yes/No" Draven thought 'I don't