Home After A Hard day

"Well looks like you two can go home now, but Mr. Peace, I hope this will not become a habit." Principal Powers said but Megan felt a little like she was blaming Warren for the fight as she sent them both away towards the bus.

"You can have the window seat if you want." Megan said smiling as she left her purple and blue left eye shut, feeling her bone crack back into human shape as she sighed.

"I don't care." He growled softly, his arm in a sling as the both walked onto the bus and once again, Megan tripped.

"I hate stairs." she said, in one more desperate attempt to make him smile and he merely seemed to ignore her. She pushed him into the seat infront of her playfully, yet she gathered from the glare he gave her sheshould've beenglad he hadn't roasted her alive.

Warren got off on the same corner he boarded on that morningand left the girl alone inhis spot in the back of the bus. His temple throbbed with headache, and his armpulsed with a bit more pain then he would've expected. But he didn't worry, he'd be healed by morning.

"Erica!" He yelled as he pounded his fist on the door, and his thirteen year old sister soon opened the door and said with a grin. "Mom's gonna be home tonight so we're gonna go out for dinner! Then to the mall! isn't that great!...what happened to you?"

Finally his dirty blonde blue eyed baby sister noticed the sling and the marks on his cheek were Deven, the "Iceman"'s ring had lefta cross clearly imprinted.

"YOU'VE been fighting again! Oh mom's gonna be pissed!" Erica grinned wickedly as shepulled him in then locked the door behind him.

"Don't let mom hear you talking like that. She'll think you learned it from me." Warren said with a small smile to his sister as he messed up her perfectly parted hair and she laughed, "But I DID learn it from you, Warren."

"So," He joked, though his serious voice barely let it show through, "Mom doesn't need to know that."

"I don't need to know what?" a cool womans voice said behind them making Erica jump and Warren turn in surprise on the way up to his room.

There stood his mother in the entree way, looking just as she always did, still in uniform from her third job at the diner.

"Nothing mom-"

"That Warren says pissed in front of me!" Erica said hugging their mom, who still looked fairly young dispite her apparently endless work to keep her house comfortable for her twokids.

"Watch your mouth, Ren." His mother said giving him a "How many times have I told you this before?" look. He, meanwhile, supported a weak innocent smile as he hurried up to his room so that he wouldn't be there when his sister told their mom he'd been in yet another fight.

He collapsed onto his bed and rolled over to dirty quilt that had the strong smell of burning sugar.

His whole room smelled like burning sugar and, even as he became lost in his thoughts once more he wondered if he smelled that way too. But that thought didn't linger as he sat up and peeled off his shirt and pulled on his favorite one of a phoenix. It was the same one he'd worn when he'd fought Will the first time.

Meanwhile the bus stopped infront of the elegant gate to Megan's home, and she walked off the bus (tripping once more),and into her home, trotting up the stairs too her room.

Being blessed with the master bedroom because of her uncle's business trips, she felt no shame in throwing her bag down on her couch and collapsing onto her bed listening as one of her horses let out a loud bugle...

That was when she remembered that she'd grabbed Warren's notebook off the floor... She sat up and with little effort pulled it out of her red backpack.

She laid back on her bed with hit on her knees as she flipped it open to the first page.

Beaten Black and Blue,

Bleeding red and black,

But you saw,

You came and put out a hand,

And pulled me back onto my feet.

You supported me,

Me and my foolish dreams.

You loved Peace,

but I longed for chaos,

When you cared,

You created chaos inside me.

How could I have let this happen?

She couldn't help but notice that the pages infront of it had been torn out as if they had contained some deep dark secrets he hadn't even wanted to remember.

Spurred on by curiousity and excitement of a chaos she'd never encountered, She read page after page and found that hefound much pleasure inchaos, was convinced anarchy was the way to go, and was quiet talented at writing about dark terrifying things that made up nightmares or dark fantasys taht dwelled deep inside another mind.

It wasn't muchlater when Warren got the message on his cell phone.

"Hey this is Megan, I found your notebook today and if you get this in time, tomorrow I'd rather like it if you'd come over to my house so you could tell me about this chaos you like so much. I'd really liek hearing about it, bye!"

"Tell me about this chaos you seem so fond of."

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