[Hey guys! This is my second story, "The Son of Hecate." I'm taking a small break from "Subject 14" to write this. Sorry if your dispointed, Chapter 3 of "Subject 14" soon, though! Enjoy!]
{Matthew"s POV}
The annoying beeping of my alarm clock wakes me up. I groan and grab my glasses off the bedside table and get up, shoving the glasses on my face. I stech and go into the kitchen, smelling pancakes, sausage, biscuits, and other breakfast-y foods. I practically float cartoon style towards the scent, and see my dad cooking lots of food, I rub my eyes and ask, "What's the occasion? You never cook this much."
"It's the first day of 7th grade!" My dad answers cheerfully, putting eggs in a frying pan.
"Don't remind me," I say, piling my plate up with sausage, eggs, biscuits and pancakes, "You know I hate school, nobody hangs out with me beacuse 'I have chaep magic tricks' and 'I'm a nerd'"
"Well, that's okay, you'll probably make friends this year." My dad replies, ruffling my walnut-brown hair.
"Sure, if you say so," I say, finishing breakfast and heading out the door, "Gotta go. Bye."
"Bye." My dad says.
The bus ride to school was a pain, everyone was pointing and laughing at me, while shooting spitballs my way. It was VERY agitating. The lead bully, Marcus, was giving me noggies, wet-willies and purple-nurples the whole time. I was surprised steam wasn't coimg out my ears. The I snap.
"WILL YOU STOP?" I shout at Marcus, who was taken by surprise.
"No." He answers.
I punch him in his big, fat, face, which changes for a spilt second into a red, deminoc one. It was strange and freaky. Mracus grabs his bloody nose and shouts a few choice worfds at me as we pull up to the school, I just ignore him and walk into the school, but I'm stopped by Tyler, a kid with a problem walking, but can run extremely fast, he has blond hair, green eyes, and a goatee, even though he's only 13.
"You shouln'd have done that." Tyler says, shaking his head.
"Why?" I ask, "Whats wrong with punching a bully in the schozz? I mean, other than a free trip to the principal's office?"
"I'll tell you later, but take this." he answers as he hands me an old leather wallet, "USe it only when you need protection."
"Uh, ok?" I reply, walking away. What a weirdo, I think to myself. When I reach homeroom, there's more spitballs and laughing. I just wait through it, finnally, Mr. Mozzerati, starts class.
"Good moring class, today we will..." He says, but I don't listen, I just didn't care, that class flies by, as well as the rest of my classes. Tehn, after school, as I walk home, trouble starts. Trouble as in Marcus.
"What? You want me to kick your butt again, Marcus?" I laugh.
"No, I just want to kill you slowly and painfully." He replies casually as his face chanes into the red, evil one i saw earlier. My eyes widen, even wider as he pulls out a spiked whip. I quickly grab the wallet and open it, which transforms into a large, (Surpisingly) light, silver minigun in my hands. I aim at "Marcus" (I doubt that's his name) and pull the trigger. Silvery bullets pound "Marcus" until he turns into a pile of sand, and the smell of sulfur fill the air.
Tyler runs to me and yells, "THAT WAS AWESOME! YOU KICKED HIS DEMONIC BUTT!" Tyler calms down, "Anyway, we need to talk. Now."