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
A figure bumped into a couple. "Hey watch where you are going!!" He ranpastthemand turned to the alley, panting fast breaths while goons chased his back.Hepushedthecansandboxesoutofhis path.A cat stretched his back in the middle."Get out of the way?" He shouted. He jumped on the dustbin and leaped with an outstretched hand and caught the ledge of the wall.He pulled himself up and grasped the exhaust pipe with his legs and climbed up to the first floor. The buffed goons copied him and leaped to catch the ledge. With their sheer weight, the ledge cracked, they fell to the ground. He snickered and jumped across and caught a rail. He pulled himself in. He ripped his shirt off and wrapped it around his hand. He closed his eyes and punched the glass. He grunted and walked inside.
The bell rang across the building; the teacher paused his touch pen on the board, students sighed. "Yes, it is finally over!"The teacher pocketed his pen, said. "Before you go, remembertodoyour homework. Fill in the answers on page 345."They moaned. "Yes, sir""Good. See you next week." He packed his bag and calmly walked out.Draven yawned and stretched his arms back. He placed a bag underneath his desk, an arm swept his books inside. He zipped it and strapped the bag around his shoulder.He took a glimpse of his table. He paused, seeing a note. Draven glanced around, his classmates were busy chatting while they exited the classroom. Draven reached for the note and flipped it open to his blue-jay eyes.&nbs