The very next morning:
Chase's eyes fluttered open when a soft light fell over his face.
"Good morning." A low voice said from across the room. The boy grunted as he sat up, and yawned.
"I made breakfast." The same voice said again. Chase looked to his side to find William standing before a hot stove. As the boy shrugged off the blankets the intoxicating smell of bacon, and eggs filled his nostrils. Chase stood up from the couch, and staggered sleepily into the small kitchen.
"Smells great." Chase said, sitting down in the same chair he did last night.
"How do you like your eggs; scrambled, or fried?" William asked, glancing back at the boy, who seemed lost in thought.
"I don't know.." Chase replied, raking his hair back with his fingers.
"I'll just fix you both then." William said with a light laugh. Chase laughed in reply.
"you know how I said I'm a teacher and need to go to work? Well, I was wondering if you wanted to tag along, check the place out, meet some kids, maybe you could even go there while you stay with me. Anyway, I don't want you staying alone in the house." William said as he piled the food onto two plates, and walked toward the table.
So he thinks once he leaves, I'll take anything I can carry and run off?
"You don't trust me do you?" Chase asked, glaring up at William.
"W...what? Where did you get that from?" William asked, setting a plate of food down in front of Chase.
"You think since you found me on the streets that I'm a thief. You don't want me alone in your house because you're afraid I'll steal something." Chase said, picking at his eggs with his fork, keeping his eyes on William.
"I think no such thing, I just thought you might get lonely, or that you might be able to make some friends if you came with me." William answered, a little hurt by the teen's comment.
"Sorry...it's just, living on the streets for so long has made me paranoid..." Chase sighed, setting down his fork.
"It's fine, now eat, you're gonna need the energy." William said, grinning at the teen, who smiled and shook his head in response.
"After you eat, why don't you take a shower and get cleaned up. Don't worry, you've got time before we have to leave, it's still pretty early." William said, stuffing his mouth with eggs. Chase nodded, slowly picked his fork back up and began eating.
Once the two finished their breakfast, Chase got in the shower and William sat at the couch. While the teen was getting cleaned up, William decided to watch the news.
Lancer's point of view:
After I cleared off the table and Chase was off to the shower I sat down on the couch. I sighed and rest my face in the palm of my hand as I flipped through the channels.
"In other news, we have been updated that the 'Hooded Bandit' has made his way into Amity Park. The hooded Bandit is a young male teen, said to have long wavy, blonde hair, grey eyes and wear dark clothes with his face concealed by a hood. He has been able to steal from multiple stores in the same day without so much as being seen, it is also been confirmed that he has murdered several other street thiefs. If you see this boy, please contact us immediately." The news lady announced before a picture popped up onto the screen.
I observed the picture, keeping a mental note of what he looked like. As I waited for Chase I continued to watch the news, which was still going on about this 'Hooded Bandit' fellow.
"Hey uhhh William?" I heard a voice call from the bathroom after about twenty minutes had passed.
Chase's point of view:
when I stepped into the bathroom I immediately locked the door behind myself. I made my way to the shower and fiddled with the knobs until I figured out how to turn on the water...this guy had a complicated shower, that or I have really forgotten more than I think. When I had the water running on warm I began to peel off my tattered and dirty clothes. Once I had my shirt off I glanced in the mirror and what I saw gave me a shock. In the mirror starring back at me was a teen with a body chalk full of scars. With delicate fingers I traced the scars that laced up and down my chest, the skin going from smooth to rough in awkward jagged patterns.
What could have left these scars?
My fingers moved slowly from my chest, to my arms, then my neck.
How have I never noticed these?
When I looked closer at the scars I began to notice that my skin was discolored, dark pink patches covered my arms and chest alike. What really got my attention was the thick white scar that ran in a perfect line from just under my chin and down past my waist line. As I traced the scar a burning sensation sent my world spinning and I had to lean against the counter to keep myself upright. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pain got worse.
"Take my hand!" I heard a gruff voice call out, until I realized it was my own. I was crawling on the ground, reaching out for someone. Smoke was blocking my view, and I could hardly breath.
"I can't..I can't reach you!" A small voice screamed, terror stricken.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" I yelled, struggling to stand up. I covered my mouth, and nose with my sleeve, and began to push my way through the smoke and debris.
"Hurry!" The small voice came again. As I walked through the smoke, bits and pieces of the roof fell from above, and blocked my way.
"Where are you!" I yelled, choking on the smoke, straining to see. I looked every which way, trying to find a way out, but it was no use, I was trapped. An agonizing cry sent my stomach in knots, it was the cry of a small child. I tried to call out, but the smoke strangled my voice and cause me to go into a coughing fit, sending my body in spasms.
"I'm scared!" The child screamed. The coughing fit finally let up but left me on my hands and knees gasping for air. My eyes darted around the room frantically, trying to find the source of the voice, then my eyes landed on the silhouette of a small girl. I began to crawl toward the girl, calling out to her, telling her that I was coming.
"Please hurry, I'm scared and it hurts!" The girl cried out, her sad voice broke my heart. By now I was as close to her as I could get, but I was blocked by a wall of debris. I stuck my right arm through an opening in the debris.
"Take my hand. It'll be ok, everything will be ok." I said in an attempt to reassure the girl. I felt a small hand grab mine, I ignored the burning pain that ran up my arm from it touching the scorched debris. I heard shouting and saw shadowy figures heading our way, then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"I found one, he's hurt. We need to get him out of here now!" A deep voice yelled through the smoke.
"No! The girl, you need to save the girl!" I shouted, anger boiling in my blood.
"Don't let go big brother!" The little girl cried, tightening her grip on my hand.
"I won't, I promise!" I yelled back, shoving the man away with my other hand.
"You need to save the girl!" I yelled once more, then I heard her scream and felt her hand go limp against mine.
"No!" I yelled, and that's when I opened my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself slumped against the wall, with my head cradled in my hands, and my knees tucked up against my chest. When I stood up I realized that I was trembling and a thick stream of tears ran down my face. I quickly wiped at my tears and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Once I stopped trembling and my face was wiped clear or tears I looked down at my right arm and gasped when I saw the burn scars that covered it's entire surface. Tears welled in my eyes once again as the image of the little girl stayed in my thoughts.
Was all of that real? Could it have possibly been just another nightmare?
I took another deep breath and pushed those images to the very back of my mind. I finished undressing and stepped into the shower, allowing the steaming water to wash away the images, and the tears alike.
Once I was clean and dressed in fresh clothes I stepped out of the bathroom.
"Hey uhh...William?" I started to ask a question but my words were caught in my throat. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my picture on the t.v screen, and 'The Hooded Bandit' in flashing red letters bellow it.
Ok finally finished with the third chapter! For those of you who are confused; this is an oc story and the main character is Chase. Mind you, this is just the beginning and is a bit slow because I have to introduce Chase and tell a little about him. Danny and the other characters will be in the story soon enough, but they are NOT the main characters, so don't be disappointed when you find out Danny isn't the star of the story. Anyways, I've never done an oc story before, so this is my first try at it. I'm going to try and drag this story out for as long as I can, so it's not going to end up a really short story. It may take me a while to update because I'm trying to take my time with this one, to make it turn out as best I can, so if I don't update for a while, then you know why. I'm really trying not to make Chase a Gary Stu or whatever you call them, so if he starts to turn out like one let me know, and I'll try to fix it. Sorry it's taking so long to introduce Chase and really get him into the story but I'm trying to add depth to him and explain more of why he is the way he is so bare with me! Anyways, please review and let me know how I'm doing! :)