[Ya, I figured that's what we'd do. :3
Bit of a long post here. xD]
After Robyn left, Shannon stood there waving at her in a sort of stupor. He finally snapped out of it when the first rays of sun started to peek out over the horizon. He shook his head and went to the front door, taking out the hidden spare key, and unlocked it.
The house was, thankfully, still quiet, and Shannon was able to sneak back into his room and on top of his bed. As soon as his head touched the pillow he fell asleep.
It felt like he'd been asleep for five minutes before his alarm was ringing in his ears. His mother then burst into the room, yelling at him to get up.
Shannon groaned and covered his ears, but soon realized that wasn't going to work. His mother was shaking him to get up.
"Why are you wearing your day clothes? And why didn't you take off your glasses?" she asked him, her voice giving him a headache.
He finally opened his eyes, which were bleary with sleep, and looked at his mother.
"I was just really tired... I forgot," he told her lamely.
She scrunched up her face in worry but left his room after telling him to hurry up and get a shower so that he wasn't late for school.
He had gotten his shower, dressed simply in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and sneakers, grabbed his backpack and a piece of toast, and was out the door in about twenty minutes flat. He was going to be late if he didn't hurry. Luckily he lived pretty close to the school so he didn't have to walk, or run, far.
He sprinted into his first class right as the bell rang.
The other kids looked at him funny and laughed but he just tried to ignore them. The scratches and bruises on his face had healed up, the only evidence that he had even been through the night before was the leather bracelet he wore on his wrist. The entire day was a blur, all he could think about was the previous night, images of the monsters kept haunting his thoughts. The same people teased him in every class, but he was so caught up in the nightmarish thoughts that he didn't pay any attention to them. This cost him after school was out.
The bare fist flew swiftly at Shannon's face, hitting him fully in the left cheek. He felt his head jerk to the side as he fell to the ground. The one who had punched him was his main tormentor, Jason Burkley. The kid was huge for a fifteen year old, standing at about 5'11" and weighing a solid two hundred pounds, a complete muscle-head.
Jason laughed as Shannon spit out blood onto the dusty ground.
"You wimp, you should know better than to ignore me when I'm talking to you," Jason said to him with a snarl.
He then kicked him in the stomach and Shannon gasped, and then curled up on the ground to cover his stomach. He was coughing violently now, and Jason and his buddies continued to laugh at him. Shannon was shaking, but he put immense effort into not letting himself cry. He wouldn't cry ever again, not after that life-changing night.
Slowly, he stood back up, glaring up at Jason with determination, not backing down. He knew he should just run away like he usually did, but something in him had changed, and he gathered up all his courage so that he wouldn't run off scared like a child.
The meat-head would be able to look straight into his eyes now, his new glasses were laying on the ground, cracked.
"Come on, why don't you hit me again you giant sack of shit," he growled at the larger boy, still stunned at himself for being able to stand up to the bully.
Jason actually flinched, but he obliged Shannon just a moment later, sending him flying off into the dirt again.
- - -
Maddison had run out to greet the new monsters, ready to tear them to pieces, but after Patrick's comment she cursed and turned on her heels.
"Fine! Back to the city then hmm?" she yelled to him and she ran away from the warehouse district.
She figured Patrick could make his way back home himself, so she just fled back to her own part of town, taking down weak monsters whenever she needed to.
By the time she arrived back at her tiny apartment, the sun was just starting to come up, she made it back just in time for her measly hour of sleep. Breathing heavily, she dispelled her spear and buzzed herself into the complex. She managed to fall asleep quickly once she got into her own room. Another night down... she thought as she drifted to sleep.
Her eyes flew open at the same time she woke up every morning. The time was programmed into her head by now. She felt her side even though she knew it would be perfectly fine. She quickly stripped down to her underwear and undid the wrappings, then took off her last two scraps of clothes and hopped into the shower. Work wasn't something she enjoyed doing, but she needed her part-time jobs so that she could pay for her cheap, run-down apartment and all the luxuries in her life. Such as her beautiful 2005 yellow Ducati Superbike 749. She loved the bike immensely, it was one of the things she could actually rely on.
She sighed happily when she eyed the bike in the car garage, still as gorgeous and pristine as ever. She put her jean-clad leg up over the seat and put on her helmet. She turned on the engine and revved it before taking off out of the garage in into the streets.
She hadn't driven two miles when the unthinkable happened; some idiot pulled out in front of her without any warning, causing her to crash straight into the back side door of their car.
Luckily, Maddison was uninjured, but her Ducati didn't share the same luck. It was smashed up bad, and the owner of the car heard a stream of curses before her temper cooled. They guaranteed that they would pay for the damages but Maddison was still not pleased. She made them call someone they knew with a truck so that her bike could be taken to a mechanic right away. They just took her to the nearest one and then took out her crumpled bike and gave her their insurance information so that she could use it to pay for the costs. Maddison left her bike outside and entered the front door, waiting to find some assistance.