Saturday was hell for Hilbert. From the moment he woke up his body ached. With each breath his chest felt like it was being stabbed. Moving his legs felt like a chore. Took him almost an hour to work up the nerve to get out of bed. When he went to the bathroom, he couldn't bend his legs much, so his walk was more of a hobble.

After washing his hands, he looked over the cuts and bruises on his face. There were more than there should've been, he never removed his arms from over his head. Hilbert doesn't remember the stomps stopping while he was awake, so he figured they continued after he passed out. The realization made him wonder if they only wanted to give him a beating or if they had something worse in mind.

Hilbert replaced the two butterfly bandages he had over a particularly nasty cut, then left the bathroom. He wasn't sure if his mother was home, but he didn't see her after he came home the previous day. The thought of arguing with her over trouble that wasn't his fault was adding to his already painful headache. Back in his bed, Hilbert did his best to sleep the day away.

The next day, Hilbert was still sore, but he was used to it. He knew just how bad it was and that he could power through it. Though just because he could, doesn't mean he wanted to. The walk to the park was hell. Every couple minutes he cursed himself mentally. While it didn't actually ease his pain, it felt like it. Like being crushed by a large rock and prying it just a few centimeters before it falls back down.

When the park was finally in sight, Hilbert did his best to ignore the pain. He was coming in the front, so he had a clear view of most of the area. The park itself only contained a large field, two basketball courts side by side, some tables, and a children's play area. Though the last one was rarely used by anyone.

Hilbert walked through the field and passed the basketball courts. There were some middle school-aged kids playing on one of the courts. Notably the only side that had some nets left. Though one hoop had only a couple bits of chain left, while the other was an almost full net. Aside from two points not connected to the rim, leaving a large hole on the side.

Despite there being no one else sitting at the tables, Hilbert ignored them. Instead, he went to the fence that closed off the park and leaned his back against it. Aside from the small alley that went between the surrounding houses to his side, the whole park was visible to him.

He didn't know how long he had to wait. But he knew it will be a while. Hilbert wanted to rest his eyes, but without Brendan, he didn't want to risk someone coming up to him. A sound from his right caused him to snap his head towards it. Expecting a stranger, he was surprised to see Brendan walking up to him. He wore the same thing he was last time the two talked, but with a different colored shirt.

"Yo, Hilbert!" said the boy. The two exchanged a quick physical greeting.

"Why'd you come up this way?" asked Hilbert.

"'Cause you told me to come up through the back, don't you remember?"

Hilbert didn't. Even yesterday he struggled to remember everything he said or did. He knew he talked to Brendan and his cousin, but he couldn't remember the words he or they used. His head must've been hurt worse than he thought.

"Eh, whatever. What you want to meet here for anyway? Thought we were going after Tierno."

"We are. Tierno comes here almost every day at the same time. We just have to wait for him to show up, then we jump him."

"I mean, sounds good. How you know he'll show up through? You even just said almost everyday."

"Almost 'cause he doesn't show up when Red has him doing something. Other than that, everyday he comes here around one."

"Hm...well I left home just before twelve. So we have a little while before he gets here then. What you wanna do till then?"

"Nothing," said Hilbert. He got off the fence and went into the alley. Being close the end of it, he sat down against the wall.

"Gonna nap?" asked Brendan with chuckle.

"Shut up. Just let me know when Tierno's here."

"Got it."

Hilbert closed his eyes and began to think about what he'll do after Tierno. He had full confidence that, with Brendan, he'll score an easy win over Red's bodyguard. But he was sure Tierno will contact Red, or anyone else in his crew, about what happened. They'll all be on high alert when they go back to school. And they'll be going after Hilbert as well.

After some time in his head, Hilbert felt a nudge on his shoulder.

"What?" he asked.

"He's here," said Brendan. Hilbert opened his eyes.

"Let's go."

As the boys headed towards the courts, they focused on different things. Brendan kept his eyes on some passing girls. Hilbert however, stayed on Tierno. The boy had his back to them as he played basketball. Glancing to the other courts, Hilbert saw the same kids from earlier. They all seemed to be less enthusiastic from before. Some of them took glances at Tierno and looked nervous.

Tierno was standing under the hoop when the boys stopped on the mid-court line. Despite his size, he managed a near perfect layup. He turned around to reposition himself, stopping in his tracks when he saw the boys.

"The fuck do you two want?" asked Tierno as he started walking to the boys. Hilbert watched him in vexation. Mentally preparing himself for the upcoming fight. Brendan, however, had the face of someone meeting a friend. A goofy grin on his face and relaxed shoulders. Tierno stopped walking a few feet in front of them.

Hilbert took a step forward. He got within a foot of Tierno. There was a full head difference between the two. Despite that, when Tierno opened his mouth to speak again, Hilbert swung up for his chin. Tierno had no time to block or dodge, so he took the full brunt of the punch. He stumbled back a few feet, before slightly hunching over and holding his mouth. The kids could be heard reacting.

Hilbert and Tierno locked eyes. Tierno began to charge towards him, though he stayed somewhat low.

Tierno threw a wide punch from the side, giving Hilbert enough room to duck. Hilbert then jumped to the side as Tierno tried to grab him. He had seen the large boy fight before, though from the sidelines. He didn't have any real technique, aside from using his brute strength. As long as he didn't slip up, this should be an easy fight.

When Tierno stopped, Hilbert stepped forward and got another punch to the side of Tierno's head. Hilbert had to reach a bit, so the punch wasn't at full strength. The large boy shook the hit off and rushed Hilbert, who jumped back. Hilbert thought he was in a safe spot, but Tierno lurched towards him, surprising him. Tierno grabbed Hilbert's shirt and pulled him closer.

A large fist quickly struck Hilbert before he could react to hit dazed him and forced his legs to limp.

Tierno was readied another attack. Hilbert looked up to see a raised fist. Preparing for a hit, his eyes went wide when a leg came from under Tierno's raised arm and struck him in the face. Tierno fell back, grabbing his mouth and nose. Hilbert looked at Brendan, who stood in a pose with his leg still raised to Tierno's eye level.

"In a two on one fight, you shouldn't focus on just one person," said Brendan as he lowered his leg. He still had a big smile.

"I'll kick both your asses..." Tierno muttered. He looked ahead at the two boys, both of them now in a fight ready pose. He stepped forward, eager to put both boys back in their place.

It was a difficult fight for Tierno. Anytime he focused on Hilbert, Brendan sent a full kick his way. When he focused Brendan, Hilbert was quick to strike him in his weak spots. Mostly his knees.

If he divided his attention between the two, neither could get easy hits on him. But neither could he. They kept their distance and never moved in together. After receiving a fourth kick from Brendan, Tierno huffed and charged him. If he could just take out Brendan, then Hilbert would go down soon after. If he could just get him.

Hilbert took in deep breaths as he stared down at Tierno's bloody face. He wasn't sure how long they fought, but it was longer than he preferred.

"No wonder...you wanted to go...after him first," said Brendan. His smile was gone and his eyes were a little wide. It's been a while since he fought as hard as he did.

"Yeah...he would've been a problem..." Hilbert said between breaths. The two boys walked off the court. Brendan kicked Tierno's basketball to the kids. They looked at the ball, then at Tierno. He was laying bloodied and unmoving, but none of them went near him or touched the ball.

"So, what you gonna do now?" Brendan asked Hilbert once they got to the edge of the park.

"I don't know...think I'll just go to the gas station and get something to eat. You coming with?"

"Nah. One of those girls from Friday lives around here. I'ma go see if she's down to hang. Peace."

Brendan took off running opposite of where Hilbert was going. As Hilbert turned away, he wondered how Brendan could be so energetic. That thought was quickly replaced by what he's gonna get for a snack.

Not until he was inside the gas station, did Hilbert realize how hot it was. Walking under an AC unit made him shudder, but he welcomed the breeze. Now wanting something to cool his insides, he headed towards the freezers.

Hilbert walked down an aisle while glancing at the back of someone in front of the freezer he was going for. At first, he tried not to look at the person too much. He didn't want to start anything. But as he got closer, he couldn't help notice their outfit. The pants and shoes were different, but the jacket was the same one he wore two days ago. When he was just a couple steps away, Hilbert tightened his fist, ready to punch Hugh.

His fist was just out of his pocket and he was ready to swing up, when Hugh turned his head and the boys locked eyes. The unexpected eye contact caused Hilbert to freeze. In the second he would've punched Hugh, Hugh held out a drink in front of them. He even lightly shook the bottle, to let Hilbert know he was handing it to him.

After a few seconds, Hilbert took the bottle. It was the drink he wanted anyway. Hugh turned his head back around and grabbed something for himself. The same drink he gave Hilbert. He then turned his whole body around and walked down the aisle one over. Hilbert watched as Hugh looked over different candy. He seemed to be thinking hard about his choice.

"Why'd you give me the drink?" Hilbert asked. He glared at Hugh. Watching him closely in case he came for him.

"You know some people say thank you," said Hugh. He didn't so much as glance at Hilbert.

"How come you're so calm right now? You helped jump me."

"I just did what was asked of me," Hugh shrugged. "Not like I had any problem with you."

"If you're following Red's orders, then why aren't you coming at me right now?"

"Red never said anything about going after you alone afterwards. Even if he did, I still wouldn't. Least not now. You're not in the right state."

Hilbert said nothing. He new Hugh was right. Between his beating on Friday and his fight with Tierno, he was aching and sore. If the two were to have a fight, he'd lose.

"Plus," Hugh began. "You should've been more fine from Friday. You must've fought someone earlier to still be bleeding."

Using the freezer's door to inspect his reflection, Hilbert saw one of his old cuts was reopened and blood was slowly flowing down his cheek. Wiping it with his sleeve, he turned back to Hugh. The blue haired boy grabbed a pack of candy and turned to leave. He was only a few steps in when Hilbert spoke up.

"I just fought Tierno."

Hugh froze, then turned his head to Hilbert. It was the first time Hilbert saw him with an expression that wasn't animosity.

"What?"

"I fought Tierno. At the park," Hilbert turned his head in the direction of said park. "Last I saw him he was laying on the basketball court."

"How the hell did you beat him?" Hugh was now facing Hilbert and stepped until he was at his original spot.

"I had help."

"You seriously beat him?"

"Yeah."

"Damn..."

Hugh didn't speak with any malice, threats, or worries. He just sounded surprised. Maybe even a little impressed. He looked down with a hand on his chin. It was a few moments before he said anything.

"Are you going after Red?"

"What?"

"Red. Are you gonna fight him?"

"It's my plan. Doing it tomorrow," said Hilbert. He figured Red would know something's up with Tierno gone anyway. Telling Hugh about it now won't do anything.

Hugh nodded. "Good."

"Good? I just told you I'm going for your boss and you don't care."

"No. I don't. I hate him. But, when he graduates in a few months, his spot will be open for me to take it."

"Really think everyone will let a Sophomore take over?"

"A lot won't. But I'm ready to deal with anyone that opposes. This isn't some plan I'm pulling out of thin air, it's been a long time coming. I got support."

"Whatever. Fucks the point in telling me this?"

Hilbert was getting the feeling that he and Hugh won't have any problems but also that his time was being wasted. A couple minutes ago he was ready to fight him. Now he just wanted Hugh out of his sight.

"'Cause I have I favor-"

"No."

"Just hear me out, alright?" asked Hugh. When Hilbert gave him a shrug, he continued. "Once you get to Red, if you win, give me his hat."

Hilbert's eyes went slightly wide and he turned them to think. He knew why Hugh wanted the hat. Every head of every crew in the school wanted Red's hat. For many years, it's belong to whoever ruled the school, being passed down to the next head. Sometimes willingly by the old head when they leave. Sometimes by force when two crews went to war.

No matter the crew or who ran it, whenever someone new was in charge, the school changed. Either crews got more along and were mostly peaceful or they extremely violent and fought more. Even teachers and other school staff new how serious a change in rule was. If they got wind of two crews fighting for power, they didn't try to stop it. Whatever happened between students, happened.

The most the teachers did was the following week after a crew fight. They make sure to pay close attention to their students. Specifically the different crew heads. Always making note of who was wearing the hat. Whoever had the hat by the end of a week, was the ruler of the school.

Something about the hat that everyone respected. Some even feared. It held power over the crews.

"Look, we both know Red's terrible. He only looks after himself and his crew. Doesn't care about anyone else," said Hugh. Hilbert didn't necessarily disagree.

Red came in power at the start of the previous year. Hilbert was a sophomore and Hugh a freshman. They've both seen how the school changed under Red. While he understood what Hugh was talking about, Hilbert knew he didn't have the full picture.

The one in charge before Red, a junior named Leon, was even worse. Every week, he, along with his crew, went after underclassmen. Jumping and robbing them for fun. They were known to go after non-affiliated as well.

Aside from from their hobbies, they even caused the crews to become less unified than before Leon was in charge. Fights happened everyday, ranging from petty squabble to brawls leading kids being hospitalized. Everyone hated him. But no one did anything. Least not until Red formed a crew and took them out at the beginning of his junior year.

Due to him being the one to take out Leon, no one openly challenged him. Though things were better under Red, it didn't mean they were all good.

Half of the crews in the school were allied with Red and the other half would sometimes be punished for not being allies. At least once a month there was some crew being disbanded or forced to merge into another, all on Red's orders. There wasn't much freedom for anyone who wasn't in Red's circle.

"Look, I don't know. I'm not interested in ending up as anyone else's errand boy," said Hilbert.

"You won't. I'm just asking for this one thing. Get me his hat, then you can fuck off and do your own thing," Hugh turned around and walked to the front counter as he talked. He placed his items on the counter, then gestured for Hilbert to do the same. Cautious, Hilbert approached and placed his drink next to Hugh's. After Hugh paid, Hilbert grabbed his drink and followed the blue haired boy outside.

"You're already going for his neck anyway. Might as well take his hat and pass it to the next gen while you're at it," said Hugh. Those were the last words he said to Hilbert, before he turned away and walked away from the lot. He went in the direction of the park

Hilbert watched as he left. Then looked at the drink Hugh bought him. It was only a soda, barely over a dollar, yet he was surprised Hugh paid for it. In the months he's worked for Red, including outside of school and going to the same gas station, Red's never bought him anything. None of the crew heads he's worked with has. Not that Hilbert's ever bought anyone anything either.

'I could just give him the hat. Least if I do it this way there won't be a war. Would he even stay in power?'

Hilbert took the metal twist cap off the bottle and took a swig. He looked up to the sky as he thought about tomorrow. If he succeeds in taking out Red, someone new will get his hat. Either Hugh or someone else would take the opportunity. With several months left of school, the rest of the year could be hell if the wrong person gets it.

'Whatever,' he thought. 'Whatever happens, happens.'

Hilbert wish he could've stayed home. Deciding to get his revenge immediately was starting to get to him. He needed more days to rest. But, unfortunately for him, he already asked his cousin to get Red's girls for him. Plus, he already took out Tierno. It was too late for him to back out. For better or worse, he had to see it through today.

Moving through campus was fine. He wasn't receiving any weird looks from people. Least not any weirder than normal. It was hard to not have problems with at least a few people in school. If you had a problem with one person, who was in a crew of six, you then had a problem with six people. Hilbert didn't receive any looks that felt out of the ordinary, so he assumed Red didn't know of his plan yet.

Ready for the next step, Hilbert entered one of the school buildings. One that didn't have his class. He made his way through the halls until he spotted the classroom he was looking for. He walked pass two rooms, both of which had open doors. Not looking in either of him, he hoped no one in them would stop what he was about to do.

Approaching the class, he mentally prepared himself. The door was closed, so he took a couple deep breaths, then he opened the door. The teacher wasn't present. Not that they would've mattered to Hilbert. He entered the room.

Only a couple kids, mainly the ones by the door, paid attention to him. The others didn't bother with even glancing at him. Scanning the room, Hilbert quickly spotted his target across the room. His desk almost in the corner, only off by one row.

Hilbert began to move towards them, but slowly. He stopped at a girl's desk in the front row and grabbed a metal water bottle off her desk. Lucky for him, it seemed to be full. Despite the girl shouting for him to give it back, he continued forward. He slipped down into one of the aisles between the desks, the one next to his target's row. The one Hilbert kept his eyes on had their back to him since they were talking with some people. Only when Hilbert was a foot away did one of the others tried to warn him. But it was too late.

Hilbert swung the bottle as hard as he could, striking Victor in the side of the head. Hilbert then went low and got Victor's face when he tried to cover his head. The second hit dazed him and his arms dropped. Hilbert didn't let up. Everyone backed off upon seeing Hilbert so pissed off.

The assault with the bottle didn't stop until Victor's face was covered in his own blood. There wasn't a single square inch of clean skin. Blood flowed from his nose and mouth and new cuts. The bottle itself was dented on the bottom edges and also caked in Victor's blood. Hilbert walked away with Victor slumped over his desk, unmoving.

When he walked past the girl he got the bottle from, he dropped it on her desk. It rolled down and onto her lap. He heard her let out a squeal before pushing the bottle to the ground. Having got Victor, Hilbert looked for a place to hide til lunch.

Hilbert chose to hideout in the place he spent most of his time. The bottom of the stairwell in the west part of his homeroom's building. The same one he beat the freshman Elio just days before. It was the only place he knew he wouldn't be bothered. The only place he can feel safe.

He knew he should stay awake, but he wanted to rest his eyes. Despite not wanting to sleep, he didn't remember most of the time he spent sitting. Every time he closed his eyes, he opened them soon after, with a different school bell ringing.

After a few times, Hilbert's eyes stayed open after a certain bell. He knew the one ringing above his head was to let the classes out for lunch. It was time for him to meet with Red.

The air of the school felt different than in the morning. It was thick and heavy with anxiety. Everyone Hilbert passed was tense. The whole school must know what happened with Victor. Some may even know exactly who did it. Though Hilbert knew that wasn't reason enough for the school to be uneasy. Once he got outside, he knew what it was.

Lunch was normally the liveliest period. People got fresh air, got something to eat, and had time to relax. But now was different. Exiting the building, Hilbert saw most students lounging around. Sitting at the tables, on benches, just standing, or walking around. Even in the biggest groups there was barely any talk.

Normally, at the start of lunch, there were far less people outside. Most went straight for the cafeteria. However, now they were avoiding it. There was a group at the entrance of the cafeteria who were looking inside, but none of them went in. Security was no where to be found either.

Only once Hilbert saw the school in such a state. At the start of his sophomore year. Hilbert figured Red was still at his usual place for lunch, so he headed there. On his way, he passed a group he knew were close to Red. They looked at him suspiciously.

"Did you really do that to Victor?" asked one of them. Hilbert recognized him as the head.

"What's it to you?"

"Someone goes after the head crew, even if they're unaffiliated, it affects everyone. Were you also behind Red's bitches getting jumped?"

Hilbert said nothing and only continued his walk. He heard a snicker from behind him.

"What? You gunning for the hat? Want to rule the school?"

Without stopping, Hilbert looked back. "Shut the fuck up, Grant."

Just outside the cafeteria, Hilbert stopped behind the group looking in. One boy in front of him noticed he was there and tapped someone else on the shoulder. After a few seconds, everyone parted from the front doors and let Hilbert pass.

Despite there being more people inside than what made up the outside group, all the tables were empty. Instead, they all stood around the boys bathroom.

Hilbert joined the group and pushed through until he was in the middle of it. The group stood in a semi-circle with the bathroom making up the front. Once Hilbert was in the middle, all eyes were on him. Taking a glance around, Hilbert recognized most of the people. Aside from maybe Brendan, he wasn't friends with any of them. But he had worked for some of them. Some he even fought against.

None of them spoke to him, but Brendan gave him a friendly head nod. His face smiling once again. Hilbert returned the nod. Now looking straight at the bathroom, he approached.

There were two boys standing on either side of the door. One was Hugh and the other was Brock. Another member of Red's crew who Red only ever called on for serious matters. Before Hilbert could enter the bathroom, Brock used his arm to block the door.

"Got anything on you?" he asked.

"I don't carry shit," Hilbert replied.

"Hugh, check him."

Doing as he was told, Hugh got close to Hilbert and started pat him down. He started on his sleeves, since he was wearing a jacket. Then checked his waistband and pockets. He ended on his shoes, making sure he didn't hide anything.

"He's clean," said Hugh.

"Fine. Go in."

Brock and Hugh stepped away from the door. Hilbert stared at it. He still hated the boys bathroom. Yet he never hesitated to enter it like he was now. After his last experience, it was the last place he wanted to be. His body trembled as he approached the door. Within reach, Hilbert grabbed the door's handle. He knew he couldn't just turn around and leave. Brock, and possibly Hugh, would attack him. With a held breath, Hilbert pushed the door open.

As he walked in, the crowd surrounding him came forward, as if they were trying to see in to the bathroom. Hilbert looked ahead. Once the door closed, Red, who was on the opposite end of the bathroom, took his hands off the wall and faced Hilbert.

Hilbert looked Red over. He was clearly mad. Red's outfit was the same that Hilbert last saw him in, minus a shirt. The missing clothing was hanging on the edge of one of the sinks.

"You know, you could've just joined us, Hil. Rolling with us would've been better than whatever the fuck is gonna happen to you now."

"Wasn't interested in being someone's lackey."

"So you jump Tierno and Victor. Have your little bitch cousin attack my girls. Because of that!" Red slammed his fist against a stall door. The sound resonated around the room.

"It's because you decided to wave your dick around and have me jumped. Shoulda just let me walk out of there. Never would of had a problem," said Hilbert. As he spoke, he removed his jacket, revealing he was wearing a muscle shirt.

He had seen Red fight many times. Red would've used his jacket against him. Hilbert was also a little glad he happened to cut his hair recently.

Both boys stared at each other. Simultaneously, they took a step closer. Then another. Stepping until they were within reach. Then, without warning, Red dove towards Hilbert's legs. Despite the size difference, Red easily lifted Hilbert, pivoted, and slammed him against a stall door. Feeling Red let him go, Hilbert dropped a few inches and let out a grumble. Before he could regain his composure, Red struck him in the gut with his fist.

The punch forced Hilbert to hunch over. Red took the opportunity to knee his opponent in the face. Hilbert stood straight and fell back, the stall door catching him. As Red wound up for a second hit, Hilbert's hands found their way onto his face and chest and Red was pushed back. Hilbert pushed him into the sink and sent a couple punches to Red's face. The first two connected, but the third was dodged. Red grabbed Hilbert's punching arm with one hand and struck him with the other.

Hilbert stumbled back and clutched his face. Red got him on the nose and he could feel it bleeding. Red took the time to get behind Hilbert and put his arm around his throat. With Hilbert in a chokehold, he pulled back trying to drop him.

Hilbert kept himself standing, but he couldn't breathe. He tried to pull Red's arms away, but saw it was futile. At most he granted himself a few small breaths.

Instead, he reached down and struck Red in the groin. Red didn't completely let go, but he did loosen his grip enough for Hilbert to slip away. Both boys kept away from each other and groaned.

Hilbert took gulping breaths and rubbed his neck. Red kneeled on the ground with one hand on his groin and used the other for support. After a minute of the two in pain, they turned back to each other and locked eyes. Red charged and Hilbert braced himself. The two were in pain and growing exhausted. Hilbert knew they weren't going to keep fighting for long. Especially not with much thought.

Like with Tierno, it was about to be whoever hits hardest for longest. Despite his aching and pain from days before. Hilbert was ready.

'Wonder how it's going,' thought Brendan as he stared at the bathroom door.

The fight had been going on for almost eight minutes. Even longer than his fight with Hilbert against Tierno. The door and walls were thick enough that any sound that escaped was muffled beyond understandability.

On either side of the door, was Red's goons. Brock and Hugh. The blue haired boy was staring at Brendan. When he noticed, Brendan smiled and nodded. Hugh stepped away from the door and approached him.

"What's up?" asked Brendan.

"I talked with Tierno. He said you and Hilbert were the ones that jumped him."

"Hey, I was just going along with Hilbert. Sure you can relate."

Before Hugh could say anything, everyone's heads turned to the bathroom door. The knob was turned all the the way and the door was starting to open. No one knew who was opening it, until the person stepped out. Their face and hands were bloodied. Everyone looked at him in shock and aversion. One of the girls that was accompanying Brendan looked away. Hugh watched as they approached him. Their bloody face was more offputing up close.

"Here's...the hat...you fuckin'...wanted..."

Hilbert shoved Red's hat into Hugh's chest. When Hugh grabbed it, Hilbert turned and faced the group blocking the cafeteria entrance. They all parted when he glared at them, except for Brendan. He looked at Hilbert not in disgust, but in a sort of acclamation. He lifted his fist towards him.

"Nice," said Brendan. Hilbert said nothing. Only looked at the fist, slowly bumped it with his own, then walked off. Brendan unbothered by the bit of blood left behind on his knuckles.

He watched Hilbert until he exited the cafeteria. After that he only saw him a few more feet before he was out of sight.

'That went well.'

May do a bonus chapter. Also want to do other stories for this universe. Especially for Brendan. Anyway review/favorite if you liked. Peace.

~~Sikoh