Chapter 11

Summary: After his little brother ended up in a hospital, Shawn Kaijira was willing to do anything to ensure that he walks out unscathed. Even if it meant selling his soul. Which he happened to do. But as always, there's a price. With his brother, Issac Kaijira, fully healed, he must become something else to to fulfil his promise. He must become the new Spirit of Vengeance!

(A/N: Rated T for death, swearing and teenagers)

(Story Begin)

Shawn launches a combo of punches and kicks at the already worn out punching bag practically wrapped in duck tape in his room. Sweat dripped down his bare torso as he's been at it for hours, ever since he got out of school.

But if you look closer, you could see that some of the bodily fluids coming from his wasn't sweat.

With Wendy at work an Abuela at church with little Issac, Shawn had the rest of the day to himself. Some days were fine, others were not. This is was one of those other days.

The sophomore holds in another sob as he punches the bag harder, making more tears appear on the bag. His knuckles received even more cuts and bruises.

While he was doing his homework, he fell asleep. He dreamed he was a kid again, driving home one night from a kickboxing tournament. His parents at the front, having a playful argument about things he didn't understand back then.

His little brother was strapped to his carseat, out like a light with drool dripping from his mouth. He was tired too, but he wanted to stay awake and listen to the sound of his mother's soft voice and his father's deep yet humble voice.

"What do you mean Superman can beat Goku's ass?!"

"Of course! A fictional character can beat a god amongst men!"

Shawn was too tired to agree with either of them, so he just laughed. Then everything went black.

SKIRRRT!

BOOM!

Shawn's scars over his heart throbbed at the memory, but that didn't stop him from snapping a roundhouse kick with a shout. The kick was hard enough to rip the bag, making sound poor from the bag.

He backs away from the bag and sits in the chair to his desk, panting heavily. If it's one thing his parents taught him when he was younger was never fight angry. It makes you stronger, but also sloppy. It's also very draining on stamina.

But he didn't want to stop.

Reaching behind him, he grabs a roll of duck tape ready to fix the tear in the bag.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The young fighter cocks his head to the door with confusion on his face. Who in there right mind would visit him? How the hell would anyone know WHERE he lived?!

(Line Break)

After standing at the door for several seconds, Marvin claps his hands and smiles 'innocently', "Oh well, we tried. Looks like nobody's home"

Just when he was about to walk away, Mal grabs him by the collar of his neck and says, "Wait a sec Marv, we just got here"

CLICK!

The door opens, revealing Shawn wearing his familiar grey leather jacket over his bare torso. He puts on a scowl and crosses his arms, "Wendy?"

"Wendy"

The teen sighs at there response as he wipes away excess sweat off his eyebrow, "Sorry, but like I told her I'm not really a party person. Also, I've got work on Saturday"

"Sorry to hear that...well we'll see you around" Marvin says as he began to walk off, only to be grabbed by the collar by Mal again.

The quarterback sighs and tells Shawn, "C'mon man. You're young, you need to socialize with young people"

"I socialize with you all everyday at school, what's hanging out on the weekend gonna do for me?"

Marvin scoffs and mutters underneath his breath, "What does she see in you?"

"What was that?" Shawn asked, slightly shocking the nerd.

"I-I said she wants to see you" Marvin stated. Both Shawn and Mal raised an eyebrow at him.

"She...likes you"

Mal's eyes widen in surprise, while Shawn remained stoic. But if you looked closer, you could see a mixture of shock, confusion and...curiosity?

"A-and she wanted to spend time with you...to get to know you better?" Marvin suggested, suddenly feeling weak under Shawn's gaze.

"...what time is your party?" Shawn sighs once more.

Marvin flinched at his response, "A-at two o'clock. W-we'll be watching a movie then heading back to my place"

"...alright, I'll try...to make it"

(Line Break)

Marvin lays in his bed looking at his ceiling with an evil smile. Phase 2 in motion.

(Line Break)

Shawn sighs as he waits in front of the movie theater with his headphones in his ears, filling his head with a short feeling of serenity.

It was rare for him to feel this way about himself, but for some reason he couldn't help but feel so...positive. Was it because of what Marvin told him? Did Wendy really like him more than a friend?

'Don't get your hopes up' he reminded himself, 'there's still a chance that she doesn't'

"Stupid hormones" he groans out loud.

"I know right" a voice spoke from behind him. Turning, he came face to face with his close friend, Wendy. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Glad you could make it" she said looking up at him. He couldn't help but give a sly grin, "And miss out on all you teenagers acting like fools, never"

She laughs and scoffs while smacking his chest playfully, "Please, now that you're here your I'm gonna make sure you act a fool"

"Good luck" he rolled his eyes

"Ahem"

The two turned to see Marvin, Mal and Karen staring at them expectantly. Shawn's grin quickly faded, not use to expressing his emotions around other people. Wendy gave a brief glance at him, frowning at his action but greets her friends with a smile.

Mal walked up to Shawn and greets him with a hand shake, "Glad you can make it"

Shawn grips his hand giving it a firm shake, "Well, I told my boss and he nearly payed me to take the day off"

Mal chuckles at that and looks at Marvin. The jock gestures the nerd to greet there peer/superior and he reluctantly agrees to. Marvin grips Shawn's hand and tries to give it a firm shake .

He puts on a half honest smile, "Glad you could make it, dude. The more the merrier"

"Thanks for inviting me" Shawn says as he joined Wendy and Karen in line. Nobody noticed, but Marvin grinned evilly.

'It was my pleasure' he thought as he joined everyone else in line. His plan began to proceed.

(Story Ends)

Author's Note: I know, it's been a while. But I'm back now. Hopefully.