After Dr. Roman finished speaking everyone went their separate ways.
Vicky and Dean left for their AP English course, Amy and Sarah went to AP Chem, and I made my way to Bio, one of the easiest classes according to Amy, yet again the bio-kinetic has no right to say bio is easy.
It was a long day, but no one was treating me like Ash Beast on steroids, and high off cocaine, times a million.
After school, I decided to head down to the Lord's port, or the boat graveyard to the citizens of Brockton bay.
Walking up the hill I was expecting to just see the ocean, but I was surprised to see men and women in uniform, several of which were driving cement trucks, cranes, tons of steel, and so many tools that I can't even name half of them.
Where the old docks, were erased by me was know full of workers working on the foundation of a new port.
"Young man, you can't be here!" I turn to see an older man, probably in his mid thirty's. He had dark brown skin, dark eyes, a crew cut; and a trimmed beard. Making his way up the hill to me, I could see he was built, and had the same uniform as everyone else here.
"I'm sorry sir, I just wanted to go for a walk and ended up here." When the man got closer, his shoulders lost tension, and his posture looked more relaxed.
"I'm sorry young man, I thought you were- never mind, look I can't stop you from being here, but please be careful, alright?" The man looked at me like I was going to do something stupid,wonder what's going on.
"I'm sorry but what exactly is happening here? I figured the city would do something with the graveyard, but this seems a little excessive for just a repair job." The man looked at me like I said I still believed in the tooth fairy.
"Boy have do you live under a rock, or are you too self-absorbed to know what's going on?
After the endbringer ran away with what was left of its tail between its legs the word quickly got out, and endbringer wasn't just fought off, it ran for its life, we won without anyone losing their life, and the only property damage being the graveyard, that brought up moral, hell I don't think there's a single person alive who isn't over the moon, they can be beaten, and with how desperate that shit was in the end, they can die.
Now Brockton has the world's attention, the remains that were removed are being shipped off to the UK for study, and with how hurt that thing was, sea travel is probably the safest form of transportation." The man's tone shifted to the excitement, like a child on Christmas.
"Wait so the Dock Workers association has a job? That would explain the massive amount of people rebuilding the docks.
"Boy, we don't have a job. we're back in business. Like I said, everyone is ecstatic at the thought of having a cape that can beat endbringers, this also got the attention ofseveralcompanies, all of whom want to have contracts with BB Dock's Association, and with all those rusted pieces of crap that were filling the bay gone, we can get to work. Hell the mayor's even buying cargo ships."
"Are the gangs giving you any trouble?" I was honestly surprised what fighting Leviathan could do. I knew it would change the world, but not like this, I expected fear or chaos, but this, I could never imagine this.
"Ha! Most of our workers were gangsters. We have former ABB, Merchants, hell we have more than a few Empire-eighty-eight here, they left that life behind, plead guilty, and now they get to work out their sentence.
It's a time for new beginnings, but they have to choose if they want it. You have to understand boy, nobody is born evil, they just don't know any better, or have no good choices available to them, so they resort to crime.
Hm, look at me blabbering on to a kid, look I better get back to work, and sorry for suspecting you earlier. While the gangs are no longer a problem their capes are, a threat especially to our new guys, that's why we only let them work during the day." The man turns walking back to the workers and starts giving out orders to a group of workers that were probably former ABB, and E88, who ran off to the cranes.
Looking at the mess of steel, and listening to mumbled screams, I felt tears stream down my face, and sobs escaping my throat, a warmth built up in my chest as another sob escaped me.
I did this, I caused something good, productive, I did something more than destroy, I helped make something better.
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"Here's your drink father, lord Anders." A girl no older than 15 spoke with a cold tone. she has blonde, almost silver, hair with a triple lace braid, cold red eyes. She wore an expensive white dress with dark blue flowers all over the dress.
"Thank you, Gabriela. that will be all." her father dismissed her with a wave. She stood straight, took a step back, and curtsied, before standing behind her father with her hands held together in front off her.
Soon as she was behind him her father turned to max Anders, the current leader of the E88.
"I appreciate the drink, but I have to ask, Mr. Schmidt, why exactly did you want to make an appointment with me, you never showed any interest in the empire before." Her father let out a snort, at the thought of ever being a part of the empire.
"No, Max I'm not here to join your group of puppets, no we're here for the destroyer. Max clenched his fist metal blades generated inches from her father's face. "Oh, Max you shouldn't have done that."
A silver light filled the room when it cleared everything, but Gabriela and her father were frozen solid. "You fool, you would still be alive, if you had a better grasp on your temper."
"Come on baby, let's go find you a good fight." Alex put a hand on Gabriela's shoulder, then they were gone.
The movement was enough to cause the flash frozen room to shatter like glass.