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Guardian
Earning Trust
"More important than bunking off school for that tournament? Sure you had fun but you drove me crazy covering for you it was almost impossible" Kenny said typing at his laptop in his desk with the phone in his right hand, his specs over his eyes.
He was doing some homework Tyson too should have been doing at the time.
"Look, Chief can you at least do one more thing...look up how to kill a witch...a real life one...not a game or anything...this is kinda important..." Tyson almost begged down the phone to Kenny who he heard sighing on the other side of the phone.
"Please Kenny" there was a pause for a moment.
"Why don't you use your own computer?" Kenny asked waiting for a response from Tyson.
On the other end of the phone Tyson glanced to the powered down computer in the corner of the room by the outside exits.
"I suck at research...but Max is here he can help I guess".
Max glanced at Tyson when his name was called out.
"You should really work on that stuff too Tyson its real close to the deadline, you'll get in trouble" Kenny said although he knew it would fall on dead ears and hoped Max would pester him.
"I'm sorry Tyson whatever scheme your planning this time I have to be left out...I'm busy and I'm real tired".
"Fine...bye" Tyson hung up and looked at Max and then at his own computer.
"Kenny wants me to research instead of him... suck".
"Don't you have that paper to write?" Max asked and Tyson sighed hoping Max wouldn't remember that despite he was going on about it a few days ago.
"Not now Maxie".
Tyson pulled up the chair from his desk and turned on the machine.
Max stayed on the bed watching him as he typed in his password logging in, the chime meeting there ears and Tyson pulled up the orange logo'd internet browser he always used.
"Okay, what first, what do we search first...AWWW I HAVE NO IDEA" Tyson sighed and Max shook his head getting off the bed to join his friend at the computer.
"Look up local legends of Beycity...Witches of Beycity...something like that" Max said and Tyson started typing on the keyboard pressing search.
"Don't just click the first article".
"You saw that boy again...didn't you?" Marium asked as Guardian knelt a few feet behind her.
"No" was his reply.
He hoped she would buy it but deep down, she knew, she knew it all and kept his posture.
"Don't lie to me Kon! I told you to kill him!" Marium turned around, as she did she snapped her fingers on her right hand and he screamed out in pain keeling over onto the floor, his eyes closed as he cried out in pain.
It was almost like electricity was running over and through his spasming body.
"Are you in league with him or something? Maybe I should deal with the boy myself and make his blond friend your replacement with a first task of slitting your throat".
The electricity died down and he took this time to leap up at her pouncing knocking her down, he glared into her eyes snarling, his eyes slits.
"You kill me? You haven't got the guts...if I die...you die, don't forget that now get off me" she said.
"Sorry, I'd rather die than be your slave".
He went down to her neck his teeth bared before she allowed him to get far enough, Guardian rose into the air and was thrown back against the wall with a whimper of pain.
"I've given you too much freedom boy" she got up and raised her right hand and he felt heat over his body.
He felt like he was being burned alive and he screamed out in pain as he tried to get to his feet, sweat beaded down his arms and face as he inhaled but he collapsed again, his strength draining.
"Your mine boy, you'll always be mine" she said smirking and lowered her hand causing the burning heat to fade away.
Guardian did nothing but look at her with disgust in his golden orbs.
He wanted to tear her throat out.
"Don't ever try that again or I'll kill you and your friends...get out".
Slowly Guardian got to his feet and went to the door quickly going through and closing it, Guardian knew he wasn't really needed to protect her, it was only a curse, he wasn't needed to her health was never her concern...he was just a puppet.
"Killing a Witch is easy...those English people used to do it all the time!" Tyson said.
"Looks like they missed one".
They had researched about the famous trials in England and composed a list of burning, hanging, water as in drowning, Tyson even put down beheading on the list of possible ways.
It was around twelve thirty and the rain had long since stopped.
"Man I'm tired, we should sleep, tomorrow we gotta make Bento".
Max had been leaning on the desk.
His orange jacket had been soaked in the rain like Tyson's and was now on the way to drying over another chair.
He got off from where he was leaning as Tyson shut down the computer and took his shirt off folding it neatly placing it on the floor before getting into bed.
Tyson using his sheets as cover changed into his night clothes.
"You sleep over here so much you should leave some pyjamas here" Tyson laughed.
Max slipped off his green fingerless gloves and placed them on his shirt pulling his socks off before getting completely comfy with his hands behind his head and Tyson turned out the lights.
The blond looked at the ceiling and wondered how it would all end.
It was early morning when Tyson was up, there was school to go to.
Simply they stopped by Max's house on the way there to pick up his things and a fresh change of clothes before the boys went there.
It was one time Tyson was on time surprising Hilary and the teacher although they were both half asleep and sadly Kenny was not interested in helping.
He had made it that clear but Tyson and Max knew understanding he was never hero material...Kenny was one who made the heroes.
After School they prepared the Bento for Guardian, They hoped he'd enjoy it and earn there trust; Trust was the key element if this was going to work.
Grandpa was surprised to see his Grandson and Max cooking.
He believed Max was teaching him so he left them be.
"Tyson, stop eating the rice!" Max scolded.
"I'm hungry, its the awesome smell" the other responded after swallowing some more.
"If he says no I'm eating it" Tyson said a moment later.
They were almost done making the Bento.
"This has to be perfect" Max said as he worked with barely any help from Tyson.
With the Bento was finished and packed correctly in the box which consisted of a large portion of rice, Fish, breaded Chicken with a lettuce and sweetcorn salad, Max had placed in the chopsticks.
"Put a spoon in in case he can't use them" Tyson said handing him a spoon which Max added in.
"Alright lets go" Max said and Tyson nodded.
They got there shoes on and left.
They had timed it right and it was time they left holding the regular torch and headed towards there usual point of entry into the woodlands.
Tyson led the way with the torch it was almost 7pm and he turned the torch on as the sun set lower, Max held the Bento packed under his right arm.
Slowly they tread through the woods, the sticks breaking underfoot as they stepped, it was almost silent..
"Look, listen...sharp" Tyson said as they looked around them.
Soon Max got an odd feeling he was being watched.
"Tyson...I I think were being watched".
A shiver ran down his spine and he tried to keep as close as he could to Tyson getting more nervous; Tyson looked around, he couldn't feel anything at all but he kept quiet as he listened for anything and an alien rustling hit his ears.
They had been walking for a good hour and they were starting to get tired.
Tyson stopped dead and Max walked into his back.
"Ah, Tyson!"
"Dude, I heard something" Tyson said shining his torch around and his torch met two golden eyes hiding in the tall grass around them and a low angered growl.
"Dude...Guardian...he's there" Tyson looked at the eyes.
Author notes
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Editor- Lirin Sama
