Draven freed himself from his teammates and walked to the dugout. "See Coach, I told ya, I could do it""Yes, you did" Coach smiled and passed him a towel. Draven took it and wiped his neck, Coach said."Good job, but I think there is someone who wants to see you""Who?" Draven asked, he shifted his gaze to the approaching footsteps. "Hello, Draven, congratulations on your match""Eh? And who might you be?" Draven asked, he shookherout stretched hand while he took a glimpse of her mature facial features and a pair of green lips under her thin nose, which matched the colour of her flowing dress.She said."I am Ella and this is my assistant scout, Ramon"Ella lifted her swan neck, puffing her m
The taxi landed before an apartment. He swiped his com against the scanner, they both stepped down and walked to the entrance. His eyes squinted, noticing a figure lounging in the lobby. He held her shoulder and whispered. "Go ahead, I will catch up!"She pulled the door andwhileshe walked to the elevator. The figure raised himself from his couch and turned around with a similar smile."Dad""Hello, son" Arkon approached Draven, within arms length. "Congratulations on your win!" He hugged him. Draven stepped back avoided his embrace. "Thanks"Arkon sighed and stiffly dropped his hands to the side. Becky peeked over her shoulder and sniffled her giggle within a palm. Trying to disperse the awkward situation, Arkon twisted his head with a half scowl,
Trolleysbuzzedinthe background. His eyes searched the aisle, as his fingers grazed through the jars of pickles."Which one should I take?""Excuse me"He straightened his back and glanced from the corner of his eyes. "Yes?""Are you Draven Castel?"Hé hummed, said. "Yes? Who is asking?""There is someone waiting for you outside""Oh? What do they want?" Draven picked a jar on the right and grinned, finding his favorite brand.He gulped his spit, he shifted on the spot. "I don't know, I think they want to talk""Really? Then why are you clattering your teeth?""I am sorry... bit if I don't bring you ou
"Hey, where are you going? Don't you care about her?"Draven snickered, said, "Like as if I am going to fall for your trap""You can try calling her... she won't respond." Draven paused his steps, turned around and said. "We will see" he tapped her photo on the com. It beeped for a while before the call failed."The person you have called is currently busy" the glow in his eyes dimmed a few shades as he stared at ground with a perplexed expression. ‘She never takes this long to answer, right?’‘Maybe she is busy… no she always picks up my call, no matter how busy she is’ he took a side glance of the thugs, they stepped backwards. His face scrunched with contempt, ‘There is no way these wusses could touch her, she would have skinned them alive and fila them… hehe’ t
Draven leaned his back against the diamond dome, though. 'How can I get out of here? My fire manipulation is useless, it would soon burn out the limited air'Alister popped in his head. As he used his lava manipulation, Draven grunted. 'Maybe... If I had something like that, I can easily melt this shit!'A neon green pixie swirled around his head, said. "If you want one, you can always get it from the store"His forehead darkened at the thought of spending, he said."I don't need it... there are other ways..."He placed a hand on the dome, an energy flowed into his hand and the diamond dimmed in vibrancy. Draven walked to the center and punched his fist. A flame punched stuck the dome. Draven clicked his tongue. "It's still strong even after my stron
Draven wiped the blood off his grin, said. "Come on, is that all you got!"Fire ran up his blade, Draven charged and slashed diagonally, the adaptoid blocked it. A sharp cracked resonated in the room. Draven glanced at his crystal sword and heaved a sigh.Heturnedtothe adaptoid, lines of cracks appeared on the blade. "NOOO!!!!"The adaptoid attacked with a stab. Draven dodged while he gritted his teeth. "How dare you!!!"He attacked with greater zeal. He dashed and teleported past his slash, then he swung the blade across his back.Adaptoid jumped to the wall and returned with a volleyball fist. Draven tilted his head away, its massive fist clashed against his shoulder with a crack. He spit blood and caught hold his fractured shoulder and teleported
"What!Really?" Her body jerkedbacktothe couch with laughter. He grunted. "Hey,stop laughing! It was really f*** up!""Yeah, a small time gang with an army of adaptoids. Who is going to believe that?"He whined. "But Becky, I really fought them?"She said. "Most of them were destroyed during that century... and the last one resides in the museum"Draven heaved a sigh and turned to the holographic screen."Whatever... can we just watch the show""Sure." she leaned back and snaked an arm around him.He murmured while he watched the scenes. "But it was strange..."She whispered. "What was?"Dr
"You have failed!" the man turned around and signalled his men.His goons moved, his throat dried with apprehension. He slumped to the floor. "Please, I can fix this..."He raised his hand, his men paused their steps. "How?""I know him, where he lives and where he goes...""Enough" the boy's gulps resonated in the dim office, he said. "If you can get it done, I will pay you half to finish what your boss started, understood?" he tilted his head lower, his aquamarine eyes shimmered a dangerous light, foretelling his future predicament, if he disagreed."Yes, yes" The boy banged his head against the floor."Good. I want to see his head" He said, settled himself into his chair."Yes""Take him away" his