Okay, it had taken a lot for me to get this done, enjoy it!
Arise! Awake! and stop not until the goal is reached.
Vale eyed the limp forms of Isabel and Kenny, the composed breathing told him they were sound asleep. A small smile made its way across his face. Maybe it wasn't so bad being with them... he knew they were doing him good. It had seemed the first time in a long time he had actually smiled- actually laughed.
He looked in annoyance at his splinted arm. What a bother. He really needed to be in full health – or at least not very injured – for trying to escape from the whenever they were in. He needed to be healed, but there was nothing he could do…or could he?
Vale hesitated. The skill he had acquired wasn't tested enough yet, there were many things that could go wrong. He had obtained it in the long run, he supposed, after a very bad beating. By that point, he wasn't even attempting to resist, instead lying there like a ragged doll, absorbing most of the blows Belloc rained down upon him. The lack of bones breaking, and the fact that blood merely dribbled rather than splattered, indicated that something was up.
As the stress and demands of the moment faded, grief and pain had begun to well up within his heart. It was, he had learned, a common after-affect of intensely stressful situations; the human mind and body would go into survival mode and shut down extraneous thoughts and emotions until the crisis had passed. Then, as the urgency and demands of the moment faded, everything that was shunted aside would come pouring back in. It was, in essence, a form of shock.
He had come a little less hurt each time, he had taken less time to recover. That was definitely an improvement.
I did it to survive. Nothing particularly bad had happened.
Vale held himself in a tight ball, and focused. He could feel it within him, moving in spastic spurts and starts to his force of will. Unfortunately, he could not direct it very well, though he could shape it to a purpose if his concentration was not broken.
He bit his lip in order to not scream, as he waited to feel his bones mending themselves. It was taking a longer time that usual to heal, not that broken bones were an easy task. It should start soon, or he was in danger of exhausting himself too much.
Finally…finally…he had done it. Vale smiled as he moved his left hand, a somewhat grimly satisfied expression that carried a hint of a smirk with it as well. It slipped off his face as he felt absolutely worn out.
It was going to be a long night, but really, was that all that unusual?
"It isn't," he muttered despondently to himself as he prepared for the night.
The next day...
Nick Liam was bored. He had invited Darren and Kia, alongside Maia which was normally a good thing. It meant semi-regular hours doing homework, joking around and discuss whatever had happened to Troy yesterday, being able to kick back and have fun however boredom had set in. Homework was boring. Listening to Maia was even more boring. Kia refusing to help distract him added to the boredom. So with nothing to do and nothing interesting to distract him, Nick Liam was bored.
Little known fact, bored Nick Liam led to immature Nick Liam. Immature Nick Liam liked to bother and annoy people just for kicks and there was one thing he did which was his specialty.
It started quietly, barely more than a whisper but Nick was grinning while he did it and after a few verses, he started getting louder.
"I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves and this is how it goes. I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves and this is how it goes. I know a son-" Nick kept singing until he got Maia and Darren's attention.
Darren rolled his eyes. Between his uncle, his failed test and the worry about Lea, he wasn't in the mood for this. Not. At. All.
Whilst Maia gave him a confused look and tried to ignore it, Darren was more direct.
"What are you doing?" Darren asked. Nick had been singing that constantly for the past five minutes and it was starting to bug him.
"Singing." Nick replied. "I know a song-"
"Why are you singing?" Darren cut in again, trying to keep him distracted so he would stop freaking singing.
"Bored." Nick answered with a grin. "Why? Is it bugging you?"
"What do you think?" Darren retorted, feeling the pangs of an incoming headache. 'I am a Kaiju. I need to control my temper. I can handle this.' He thought to himself. It was still fairly early days for him to really starting interacting with those humans, so having Nick unexpectedly start singing because he was bored was not something he was used to. Yet. A voice in his head added and he squashed that thought. This could not be a regular thing.
"Good." Nick smirked and started singing again. "I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves and this is how it goes. I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves and this is how it goes."
"How can you put up with this?" Darren asked Maia who pointed to her ears. Whilst Darren and Nick had been talking, she had had the foresight to stick ear plugs in her ears. Living next to Nick over the past three years meant the girl was prepared. The three of them were the only people in the room, as Kia just was downstairs fetching one of her notebooks so it was just him stuck having to deal with Nick and his singing.
"I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves and this is how it goes." Nick slid his chair over towards Darren and slid back before he could hit him. All the while he kept singing and occasionally tossing scraps of paper or pen caps at Darren and Maia, trying to gauge a reaction out of them. Maia was in her own little world but flinched when paper or pen lids hit her and she could see Darren was fighting to regain control of his temper.
"I KNOW A SONG THAT'LL GET ON YOUR NERVES, GET ON YOUR NERVES, GET ON YOUR NERVES. I KNOW A SONG THAT'LL GET ON YOUR NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES. I KNOW A SONG THAT'LL GET ON YOUR NERVES, GET ON YOUR NERVES, GET ON YOUR NERVES. I KNOW A SONG THAT'LL GET ON YOUR NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES. I KNOW A-" Nick had was almost yelling at this point and had finally gotten Maia and Kia's attention, and Darren finally snapped, getting to his feet and grabbing Kick by the throat, not tight enough to cut off his breathing but enough for him to make his point.
"I swear to God Nicholas, one more word out of you and I'll make it look like an accident!" Darren threatened as Kia walked into the room and wasn't even fazed at the sight of Darren having Nick by the throat.
"Ren why are you strangling Nick?" Kia asked rubbing her temples. The last thing she needed was to cover up a murder by one of her friends.
"He won't stop with the 'I know a song'. He's been doing it for the past half hour. I'm a patient person Kia but I have limits." Darren replied, still holding onto Nick's throat and ignoring his attempts to pull his hand away.
"Alright, Darren stop strangling Nick. Nick stop with the singing and grow up." Maia finally spoke. Darren let go of Nick's throat and sat back down. Nick rubbed his throat and grinned at Darren, still feeling a spark of immaturity in him.
"Hey Ren," Nick began but Darren gave him a death glare.
"Don't even think about it." He warned.
Nick, wisely, stayed quiet for the rest of the day.
Matt had been lying down on the bed when he was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell downstairs. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock. 11:10 AM on a Saturday. Might as well start the day.
Not even bothering to dress himself, he got up from bed, went downstairs, into the hall and opened the door even before his mother could arrive to where he was.
"Hello Matthew…erm, is this a bad time?" that comment made for the girl got Matt to realize he was in full look I-Just-Got-Up-From-Bed. Sighing to himself, he shook his head at the girl.
"Oh, I found your dog near my house, and came to give him to you." The blonde haired, grey eyed girl said.
Dog? We haven't got a… Matt's thoughts were cut off when he saw said dog. The same brown furred, dark eyed dog that Lea adored, with the difference that it had a homemade collar on his neck, meaning a rope hanging loosely with a sign that Matt kneeled down to see.
KOBU
WHITE FAMILY. 103, GRENT STR-
EET, BELVIEW, CALIFORNIA.
All this written with a calligraphy Matt recognized immediately.
When did Lea did this? "Yes, Jenna, thanks for bringing Kobu. Lea's gonna be delighted when she wakes." Only Lea would automatically accept we'll take him in…knowing Mom, we will…
When Lea next woke, it was a slow, gradual progression. It took some minutes for her to form a coherent awareness of her surroundings and pattern of thought. She was resting on a soft surface, covered in a blanket, but the air beyond the blanket was uncomfortably cool. She opened her eyes, and found herself on a bed. Judging by the impersonal cleanliness and white-dominated coloration of her surroundings, she was fairly certain she was in a hospital bed at that. Entering a hospital was a first for her.
She tried moving her body, but found her right leg in a cast. Strange, she had a blurred feeling of being in pain, but now, nothing hurt anymore. She had a slight headache, but that was it.
She was cut out of her thoughts when she noticed a nurse staring at her, then bolting out of the room.
"…What happened?"
"Matthew, stop playing with that dog and come inside!" Julian yelled as he watched his oldest son running around with the dog.
"Let him play with Kobu a little longer. I haven't seen his this happy in a while." Marie answered him with a smile. Julian was about to answer when his cell phone rang.
"Julian White, who's talking?"
"Mr White, I'm Doctor Andrews, from the hospital." Julian felt his breath hitch. Had something go wrong with his baby girl? "Your daughter is awake."
"What? How is she, is she okay, when…" the doctor cut off Julian's frantic questions.
" I don't know how this is possible, but...all of your tests came back normal. There's absolutely no chance of her dying from those wounds. She isn't even injured now, she doesn't have any sequels of the concussion. Looks like she's a bit of a medical mystery. You can visit her if you like."
Julian hung up the phone and looked at Marie, a bright smile on his face.
"Lea's awake."
Just for you to know, guys, I'm with exams, so don't expect an update soon!