Painted orange, the sun shimmered in, through the gloomy windows, the curtains danced with the breeze. As the light razed though the shadows, filling it with an orange hue.
In the middle, seated a plush recliner, he swirled the wine in his hand, he sighed, staring at the celling. A dreamy smile etched on his gleaming face.
"Oh, my Baby… oh my, you are a feisty" His chuckle reverberated through the room.
His flagrant eyes unfurled, from the light shuffle of feet.
Outside the greyish room,
Climbing up, her heels clicked against the wooden stairs.
"Good afternoon, young lady" an elderly butler said.
Stone-face, she replied "Afternoon, Wilson. Is my brother inside?"
Wilson said "Yes, Young master is inside, he must be resting"
"Thank you, you may leave"
Wilson bowed and disappeared her sight with quick strides down.
Facing his door, her beautiful face contorted into a haggard, scarecrow.
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Karisa switched the lights on, their heels clicked against the carpeted floor, they walked into the homely living room, furnished with cream leather and mahogany coffee table, pink flowers; facing a screen of glass, inspicously blended with the white walls, styled with scenic paintings. She clicking on the heaters. "Make yourself at home" He hit the couch. Karisa was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Bored, his lazy eyes roamed, before spotted something within the pile of magazines and books under the coffee table. He sneaked a glance at the kitchen, sneakily lifted the magazines and found several iCubes and USBs. The Orange company created the iCube, more like a CD in the shape of a cube and can store 5D and holographic movies. He snickered, perusing through the titles. Without the notion of privacy, he snooped through her secret collection. A soft chuckle resounded the room, he slowly put them in order, exactly like i
The school bell rang, Draven pushed his chair in and dashed out, before the teacher. A group of speed users zoomed passed and beat him to the cafeteria. Draven anxiously scuttered to the queue. Impatiently, he swayed side to side and muttered "Damn it! Still slow… looks like I need to buy a speed ability!" Behind the recent school times, a couple of buff guys approached him. A bald boy in a white sweatshirt, rudely said "Hey, give me your spot!" "No way!" Draven shook his head, holding his arms. "You want a spot, there is one at back!" pointed him to the back. The other boy, in black, sleeveless top. Gripped Draven's polo shirt and sent a glare. "Hey pal, give us your spot and we will let you go in one piece" he snickered. Draven puffed his chest. Enraged, he said "When I say no, I mean NOO!" The bald fellow, said "Hehe, I don't give a damn..." Draven spat on his face. "Sorry, so do I" hysterical
The group stopped in front of the door; Draven walked in. Breaking his consciousness from the system, he found himself in a music studio, devoid of instruments. Internally, Draven commented "That's it! Screw this shit!" and selected aura suppression of the second level. -2000exp Draven's hand created a wisp of fire, it swirled around his body, creating an armour of fire. He charged with a flame in his hands. The ground quaked, an earth wall sprouted from the ground. On the wall, earth spears randomly shot from its surface. Draven twisted his body and ducked while dashing forward. He spread out a screen of fire, holding the spears. "He is a level 3 too" someone exclaimed. "Focus" A boy with a blue mohawk walked forward and dispersed the heat, he mimicked Draven's power. And covered half of his body in flames. "Interesting. Let's see how much can you copy, Hehe" Draven grinned, he sent a flying fist
Next day, Draven was about to hop on the bus before him His com chimed, he paused his feet and took a look. Reading the text, a delightful smile grew on his face. Hello Draven! What are you up to? He tapped his com, ready to send his reply. A hand pulled his arm around, he turned and gasped. Mischievous smile hung under her glittering fiery hair. A breeze passed by, elegantly swayed her denim skirt, her arms crossed below her white blouse, as she cutely held it secure. Earning an approval grin from Draven. Natalia giggled. "Hi" Draven sent her a generous smile. "Didn't you text me just now?" "Yes. Why, is something wrong?" Natalia said, her lashes batted in anxiousness. Draven said "No... Who wouldn't like to have your company?” Natalia said "Good" she hugged him and ended with interlocked arms. "So, where you going?" Natalia asked. Draven said "The Hunters Association" Nata
Streetlights dimmed to the awakening sky, necitizens paced the walkways, jostling in and out of the outlets; as hover cars descended and rose off the timelees city. London. He hit the button; the elevator took him to the top floor. He passed through the doors with a duffle bag on hanging below his shoulders. Entering the lobby, he steered to the reception. The receptionist beamed, overstepping the lines of professionalism. Instead of the usual honorifics. She said "Good morning, Draven" Draven arched an eyebrow, replied "Good morning. Ugh... Miss?" "Tanesha. Call me Tanesha!" She stretched out a brown hand. "Oh, Tanesha" he shook her hand. "Uh, is there anything I can help you with?" Tanesha said. Draven said "Ah, yes. I would like to register myself for the inter gym contest" "Wow, I didn't expect you to join so soon! she tapped her palm on the table. A white screen popped up, displaying the rules and statement
Outnumbered and outgunned, Draven gritted his teeth and sat down for now, as the thugs observed him like vultures locking their sights on its feeble prey. Draven scanned his surroundings, mentally marking the bouncers hidden within the crowd. The man opposite of him, leaned out of the purple neon light. Under the flickering club lights, streaks of red lights fell on his white hat and leopard print, silk shirt, unbuttoned, showed the shimmering, thick gold chain on his muscular chest, underneath his white blazer. Pairs of gold burnished rings, sparkling on his fillet fingers. He smirked, resting a hand on his chin, said "I am Misty Eyes, leader of the Night Raiders" speaking from a seat of arrogance and dominance. Draven focused his sight, coldly said "So, what do want from me?" Misty Eyes said "Nothing... by the way boy is that the way to talk to your executor..." narrowed his fierce eyes, hinting his serious threat. Draven grunted; hi
Just when time clocks in, the bell rings, the students sighed, after a stertorous maths test. Draven leisurely strolled to the cafeteria, totally unaffected like his peers. He whistled, with his hands folded behind his head. 'Hmm. What will I get? Passing grade, maybe five out of twenty or a zero.' Walking by his side, one of his classmates asked "Hey Draven, do you know the answer to question no. three?" Draven replied "Sorry, mate. I don't!" Hien said "What? If you don't know then..." Draven said "Nah. If I don't know, it doesn't mean that nobody knows? Someone must have gotten it right!" "Yeah, maybe." Dejected, Hien replied, since just like Draven, he was also outcasted by his classmates. While they walked, Hien left his side, and sat alone on the loser’s section, full of low levels. Even though Draven was a weakling, he refused to associate with them, for it was an insult to his self-esteem.
Cyclists sprinted through the streets, Draven leaned against the street lamp, near the bus stand. He synced an earbud to his com, suspiciously his eyes darted for eavesdroppers. He dialled a number. It beeped until; the person answered. "Hello" said a coarse voice. Draven said "Hello Tony, I want to take a week off!" Tony replied "Why?" Draven said. "Something has come up!" "Where are you going?" Vaguely, he responded "Home. Friend's home" Tony said "Well whatever, just get back soon!" "And..." Draven arched an eyebrow "And?" Tony blurted "Hahah... don't forget to beat your stinking ass. Haha!" "Yeah, yeah." Still breathing on laughing gas, Tony said “Kid, call me when you get back! Oh, and send me a picture of your busted..." Draven's mouth twitched; he ended the call. Vernon chuckled at the fate of his greedy host. A minute later, Draven put his camper bag around