The New Enemy Chapter 2
Brady groaned. He sat up in his bed and stared at the darkness that was getting attacked by the sun light that was spilling in his room by the opened blinds.
"Get a hold on yourself, Brady." the runaway king said to himself. He shook his head and stared at the clock on the wall. 4:30 in the morning. Time to work out. Brady threw the covers off his lower half body then stood up and quickly changed into his workout outfit without even showering.
Brady walked out of his Uncle Bill and Aunt Nancy's apartment where he had grew up. His IPod in hand, earphones getting into his ears, and a non recyclable water bottle clipped onto his shorts. Even if it's nearing to fall, Brady wore shorts every day since he had gone back. After a couple of quick stretches, Brady started to play music and took off running. Block after block after block, Brady ran around his neighborhood and into town. He stopped at the local gym, he walked in and he was greeted by the janitors that would see him every day.
"Hey Brady!" they called out as the used to be king teenager ran by. They were delivered a wave and a nod before Brady disappeared towards the martial arts section.
Brady unclipped the bottle of water and drank out of it, taking big gulps. After five big gulps, Brady screwed the top again and set it down to the side. King Brady took off his earphones and then walked over to the speakers that was set up in front of the big spacious room that was covered in sea blue mats. Plugging in his IPod, Brady pressed play and music blasted through the room. He nodded his head to the beat of the music. There were dummies set up in a row, ready for hitting with all you got. King Brady walked up to the dummies and started his kicking.
A few hours later, Brady coughed and hacked, he held onto the dummy for support, his twinstincts was kicking in, his stomach was hitting and so was his legs. What was Boomer doing? He thought as more pain grew in his legs. So, the runaway king fell to his knees and passed out.
The last thing he saw was the janitor opening the door and yelled his name. Key jingling near his body and then Brady passed out.
At Kinkow, Mason, Mikayla, and Boz stood around King Boomer's bed. Worried looks invaded their face as the Sherman helped Boomer drink some gooey red substance.
"Shaman, what do you think happened?" Mason asked after the Sherman screwed the cap back on.
"I don't know, call King Boomer's Aunt and Uncle, see if they know anything about this." The Shaman in the advisor The one eighth sasquatch walked over to the pool table, where Boomer left his laptop. He turned it one and went to the Internet. There he was lost.
"Mikayla what is that thing that the boys use to video chat their aunt and uncle?" The father asked his daughter.
"Skype." his daughter replied, her eyes glued on her friend's sleeping body.
Mason requested a video chat with the boys Aunt Nancy. There no respond. He tried again. She didn't respond. One more time. She accepted the call.
"Mason, where's Boomer? Is he alright?" Aunt Nancy cried out when she saw Mason's face.
"uh..." Mason rubbed the back of his neck. There was something wrong with Brady too.
