It was time to go back to school. Brandon was gone for as long as he did because the school wanted to give him time to "mourn." He was originally away due to being suspended for two days for breaking Caitlyn's hand. He somewhat had his aunt to thank for his extended absence, but he convinced her he will be alright to be able to attend as normal. He needed to appear normal.
Brandon was outside the school in his aunt's car. Many students were heading into the school for soon the bell was going to ring. Aunt Merilee was parking the car as Brandon just stared out the passenger window at the entrance of the school.
"Okay, Brandon, here we are. Are you sure you'll be fine?" asked Merilee.
"Yes, Aunt Meri." Brandon said as he turned to Merilee.
"Well, alright. If there is any problems, you know where I am at sweetie."
"Yeah." replied Brandon.
Both exited the car and walked into the school together before parting ways. As Brandon already began to walk the hall to class, Merilee briefly stops to watch Brandon
"I hope he'll be okay." Merilee thought before heading to her office.
Brandon arrived at the door of his class just in time for the bell. He entered the noisy class and many students were already taking their seats. Before Brandon was able to go to his seat, his teacher, Ms. Espenschied, approached him.
"Welcome back Brandon." Ms. Espenschied said with a smile. Brandon didn't smile back but just gave a blank expression.
"Please take a seat." Ms. Espenschied continued before going to her desk. She no doubt was aware of the crash for it was all over the news. In this town, a plane crashing and killing two locally known individuals was something to cause conversation among the residents of Brightburn. After all, such a thing doesn't happen very often.
Brandon walked to his seat and sat down along with the class.
"Attention everyone! May I have your attention?!" Ms. Espenschied said to the class. Everyone became quiet in response and gave Ms. Espenschied their attention.
"Thank you everyone." She continued. She then started to introduce a subject but Brandon wasn't paying attention.
Brandon had noticed Caitlyn's seat was empty in front of him. He had hope to see her but maybe that's for the best. It would be somewhat awkward and she might be scared. She knows how special he is after all. Well, he'll try to find her later. Right now he has to engage in class to keep up appearances. He could try to leave the campus by asking Ms. Espenschied to go to the bathroom, but Brandon knew he would take too long. Then, that would lead to questions of where he has been and the last time he had lied about where he was he was caught by his parents. He wasn't a good liar but he can hopefully improve on that soon.
Brandon then started to pay a little more attention to Ms. Espenschied to know what subject she is talking about to the class, which was English. As he did, Brandon finally noticed some of his classmates taking quick glances at him. Some of them whispered to each other after doing so.
"I'm not surprised." thought Brandon. Like ants to a picnic, they would be compelled to gossip about him in regards to what happened at his home. Brandon didn't really care as long as they didn't get in his way. Besides, they too will eventually know how special he is.
To pass the time, Brandon took out his notebook and a blue pen from his backpack, which he had slouched to the side of his seat. Brandon opened the notebook to an empty page. Brandon started to draw his usual symbol that was of his initials onto the page.
Meanwhile, Royce, a black classmate of Brandon that would bully him, was snickering among his friends. Royce was near the back of the class and on the next row of seats to the left of Brandon. He wasn't far from Brandon but he wasn't close enough to be an absolute bother.
Brandon paid no attention to Royce for he was too invested in his drawings. Also, Royce wasn't doing anything significant to catch his attention.
Later it was lunch time and Brandon sat alone. He was still drawing in his notebook. He had a sandwich to his left on the table that he brought from home but he only eaten half of it.
As Brandon drew away, something had hit the back of his head which broke apart on impact. It was then followed by the familiar laughter of Royce and his friends.
"Oh damn, Royce, you accidently hit that weirdo's head!" One of Royce's friends said while trying to hold their laughter to speak.
Brandon clenched his hands into fists. A wave of anger was flowing through Brandon's mind. He looked to see what hit him, and it was a wrapped sandwich which now laid on the floor. It had yellow mustard in it, and some of it was on him. He could feel some in his hair, and it is possible there is some on his back. Brandon was wearing a jacket thankfully so he would be able to take it off so he didn't walk around in it. As for his hair, hopefully the yellow mustard wasn't going to be a pain to get out. Again, it felt like a little bit.
"Good one, Royce." another friend of Royce commented.
Brandon turned to face Royce who was several feet away laughing with his friends. Royce had his back turned to Brandon, and started to walk away. It took a lot of will power not to violently lash out right then and there. Brandon just gave a cold glare before packing his notebook, uneaten sandwich, and pen back into his backpack. He went to the restroom to wipe off the mess caused by Royce.
As Brandon walked his way to the restroom, he captured a quick glance of Royce's face. Royce partially turned his head to see Brandon, and he had a smug look on his face. Brandon maintained a cold stare before looking away from Royce and continuing on to the restroom.
The bell rung and school was over for the day. Everyone was heading home, and Royce said goodbye to his friends as they took the bus. He was going to walk home since it wasn't far.
Royce walked down the left side of the road, and would occasionally pick up sticks to throw into the nearby woods to his left. A nice breeze would sometimes ruffle the leaves of the trees. Royce didn't notice how nice it was today, along with the fact that someone watched him from behind some bushes nearby.
He continued his walk as normal until suddenly getting hit in the back of the head with something.
"What the hell!" Royce yelled before turning to see what was thrown and who thrown it. Royce found a half-eaten sandwich that laid disassembled all over the ground. He looked up and stared down the road. Royce felt confused and also realized how much his head hurts from being hit by the sandwich. Actually, some bits of the sandwich were stuck to him. He wiped them off with his left hand.
Whoever threw it had a good arm, Royce thought. If only he knew what to expect, which was Brandon Breyer.
Brandon had threw the sandwich with as much restraint as possible. If he tried, he could have possibly thrown it so hard it would break a bone or make Royce fly into the ground. Brandon had quickly flew out of Royce's sight.
Royce turned around from the sandwich and found in front of him Brandon. Royce didn't know it was Brandon for he was wearing his creepy mask. The main feature Royce noticed was that Brandon's eyes glowed red.
Royce was startled at the sudden appearance of Brandon, and it felt like an eternity that Brandon stared at him. Both were eerily silent as the leaves were rustled by the wind.
Brandon finally made a move, and grabbed Royce by the arms. He quickly took him up through the branches of a tree and into the sky. It took a while for Royce to register what just happened. His right arm felt dislocated at the shoulder while his left arm hurt badly. Royce simply groaned loudly in pain.
"Oh god!" Royce shouted as he closed his eyes when he looked down. He didn't like heights. Where he was at he could probably see his house.
Next, Brandon flew Royce down to the trees so Royce may impact their branches while he flies through them. Brandon also flew faster so Royce would hit as many branches as possible, especially the thicker ones. This quickly left Royce to be severely beaten and somewhat mangled. One of the branches Royce had hit had broken his ankle, while another had left a large cut on the right side of his waist.
Other than the pain of hitting the branches of trees, Royce felt like his arms where going to detach from his body. The skin and joints of his arms felt stretched due to the speed he was moving in.
Brandon then tilted his trajectory upwards and let Royce go. Royce flew through the air quickly and finally landed by impaling on a sharp branch on top of a tree. Royce's disjointed arm tore off on impact and fell down to the forest below.
Royce's lungs were filling with blood and it started to come out of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, and his limbs were twisted. Pieces of leaves and twigs were stuck to his clothes, and backpack.
As the life of Royce faded away, Brandon appeared in front of him, floating in the air. His eyes were no longer glowing red.
Brandon then took off his mask and held it at his side. He looked into Royce's eyes as he was dying. Royce's eyes widen at the reveal. As usual, Brandon had a blank expression but he did crack a creepy smile when Royce made a sick croaking sound. Royce was filled with terror and shock as he finally died with Brandon as the last person he ever sees.
Brandon then reached out to touch the blood on the branch, which he stared at on his finger. He looked back at Royce's corpse and used his heat vision to ignite the leaves of the tree so the body may burn. Brandon then descended down to the ground, and he found a large rock near the tree. On the rock, he painted his symbol from earlier with Royce's blood. Brandon then wiped the remaining bits of blood on his finger onto a leaf on the ground when he finished painting.
Brandon stood back to admire his work as the tree started to engulf in flames at the top. Next, Brandon put back on his mask again and quickly disappeared from the area.
Since Brandon dealt with that nuisance, he must get home back to Aunt Merilee so she doesn't start to worry. Also, Brandon wondered what he'll be having for dinner since he did waste a perfectly good sandwich.