An:/ Thanks TheSpaceMan for reviewing! I recognise you from the halfa. Mason is kinda like D but more…dragonish.
"All my friends are heathens take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know.
Please don't make any sudden moves. You don't know the half of the abuse.
All my friends are heathens take it slow…" Listening to Twenty One Pilots never gets old.
Especially, when you realize you've been given the freedom of having your own room while the rest has to share.
Ha, take that you royal bastards.
Plus free newest version of the mirror phone free of charge with the new healing glass screen protector and the newest steel plated headphones with a touch of leather added to it.
Shots fired, royals took a double headshot. 50 Bonus points to Mason! K.O Mason wins! And the crowd goes WILD!
…With jealousy.
So, anyways I got my timetable sorted out, half villain-half hero courses.
I basically knew no one in hero training except for Daring the git. Well, it was high time I expanded my social circle anyways.
I knew Raven for villain training but other than that I knew no one.
I'm really making myself out to be a loner right now aren't I. You shouldn't even be reading this, it's a private journal.
You fucking asshole. I'm standing right behind you with a knife ready to slaughter you. Blame my father for the coarse language.
Anyways, I was walking towards the castleteria (stupid name I know) when Daring accosted me with his gang of goons. "Dear me, is Mason a little lonely? Mason, you remind me of a story about Sir Navarone the lonely knight who was sexually abused by his Princess. He became quite the loner you know." Daring said with a sneer. I could feel my fists clenching tightly together as Daring continued insulting my father. I had no idea how he got hold of this piece of information but I knew if I didn't get away soon, I might just explode at Daring again.
Taking in deep breaths, I slowly unclenched my fists slowing my fingernails glistening with blood while my palms had 5 crescent shaped wounds. 'He will not affect me, He will not affect me' I chanted to myself over and over again in my brain, trying to calm my growing anger at Daring.
He must have seen my expression as he continued with his story.
The fucking asshole.
"So he became a sociopath, ripped out a miners eye and burnt him alive. Turned a torture machine up to eleven just to spite the prisoner. Wiped his entire species out for no reason. Mason does this remind you of somebody you know?"
Fuck that guy, I exploded.
No, my guts did not spill out along with my brains. I exploded with anger. What happens then? Well, you see Sir Navarone has wings and dragon like features that I inherited. But those only appear when I go hulk-mad crazy.
Blood red demon-like wings protruded out my back as my eyes turned dragon like, my nails slowly turning into talons while my breath turned hotter.
Let's just say, having a demon/dragon like guy as your enemy never ends well.
For both parties.
Soon, I was spewing fire missiles at Daring and his goons. Their screams were music to my ears. I let out a Cheshire Cat like grin to them, it probably scared the shit out of them as they bolted, burning clothes and all to the main door of the school.
So anyways, the castleteria was just plain gawking at my 'new features' "By now you people should know that staring is rude. This is my 2nd reminder to you guys already." I sighed as I got my food and settled in an empty table.
That stayed empty for quite a while. I took in every moment of the silence, enjoying it while the others looked away, most likely to gossip or whatnot. I closed my eyes as I realized that this such, the life of a unwanted stranger at Ever after. Is this bad? Hell, no. What came after was worse.
Socializing.
I opened my eyes to see two guys standing there. The first one wore dark brown, green, and tan clothes, he had brown hair with half his head shaven. The second guy also had dark brown hair but he wore a crown of all things and glasses, his clothes were blue and grey.
Aka wannabe hipsters.
Jesus disco dancing Christ why do things like this happen to me all the time.
"Phrasing" I heard a random voice say. But I dismissed it as me hallucinating, being hulk-mad has its disadvantages too.
"Hello, I'm Hunter Huntsman and this is Dexter Charming." The shaven haired guy said. 'Great more fucking assholes of Charmings. Hope this one is easy to get rid of too.' I thought to myself as I stared at them. "Hello. Please state your business here or my talons will get some exercise." I replied. The shaven haired guy narrowed his eyes at me while the Charming just hid behind him. 'Coward.' I chuckled to myself. The Charming straight up looked like he was going to piss himself while his face was drained of any colour.
"Look, we just want to talk about Dexter's brother and he wanted to apologize on Daring's behalf." Hunter added "If you don't want it we will be going now." "You know what? Dexter sit down. Lets have a little chat about your asshole of a brother." How the hell was Dexter related to Daring? They are COMPLETE opposites of each other.
Just saying you know, in case either Dexter or Daring is read this, no offence. But then, again, you shouldn't be reading this so fuck you.
"Dexter, you ain't your brother. No need to apologise on his behalf. But, help me do this. Make this sentence stick in Daring's rotted mind. Do not ever bring up my father. Got it Dexter?" I said frostily.
The poor dude seemed to have really pissed in his pants as he frantically nodded before standing up, flinging the chair backwards and made a freaking beeline for the doors.
Meanwhile, Hunter and I just stared at him in amusement.
"I think I better calm him down…Nice meeting you Mason." Hunter said as he walked away to chase Dexter.
So much for expanding my social circle.
Hey guys, quick note from author here.
-Updates are going to be irregular but I will mostly post every Sunday Singapore time.
-During August-October I'm busy with national exams so no frequent updates.
-Each Chapter will have estimated 1k words but bear with me. I'm 13 so don't judge.