Chapter 27: No dates!
"Hmm?" The olive haired man hummed questioningly as he sized Sean up and down.
He had just heard that Devon was here, after disappearing off the radar in Elysium for some months now.
Knowing the bastard was here, he decided to come pay a visit, and was surprised to see Richelle... The Richelle Storme!
Both of them together, in a hospital? That was big news, and it picked his interest. It appeared the ward, was not ordinary.
At first, he considered Drew, but after sizing him up and not finding anything noteworthy about him, he discarded the idea.
Plus, their energy and attention seemed to gravitate towards the bathroom, and now this... Kid, had walked out from the same bathroom.
Nothing about him seemed unordinary too, except for his unconventional white hair, which could also be a result of a mutation from a genetic enhancement for all he knew.
Just one look, was enough for him to know the boy was genetically enhanced. As someone who was enhanced himself, he could detect the clashing aura of a beast on the kid. Even if he wasn’t enhanced, he was strong and experience enough to tell.
But that was not enough to have the white witch and Devon together. Now that he thought about it, though there was little difference, didn’t she have white hair too? The only question now, was why Devon was here?
No matter how powerful Richelle was, she couldn’t reduce Devon... Devon the unruly, to an ordinary gene therapist. There had to be something that interested Devon, and he wanted to find that out too.
Sean felt his blatant stare, but did not cower, instead he held his gaze for a few seconds, after he pulled his attention from Thorne who he wasn’t expecting to see here, before he ignored him, walking up to Devon.
"I’m ready," he said.
Devon frowned a little, then sighed.
"I see... So you must be the famed little brother of the white witch," the man probed Sean, his smirk deepening at Sean’s attitude.
To him, Sean was an arrogant little boy, who seemed to ride on the tail of his big sister, while not understanding how the world worked.
Compared to him, the slum rat by his side (Thorne), was a lot more better behaved. But that also was understandable as while the both of them were kids in his eyes, one felt he had the right to be arrogant, and the other was tuned to survival.
At his question, the atmosphere immediately became a lot more suffocating. Richelle’s gaze turning murderous.
"I’d suggest you be careful of what you say and don’t say Michael," Richelle spoke slowly. "I have given you enough face by not having you leave, I hope you rein yourself in too."
However, Michael’s grin widened.
"Or?" He questioned.
"Enough!" Devon snapped, glaring at Michael with unfiltered displeasure.
"Control yourself." He said simply.
Michael’s grin only widened further, to the point where one would be creeped out, yet still fear for his face splitting in two from his smile. But he didn’t say anything else this time.
Sean despite his completely unbothered expression in the chaos, was in deep thought but for a completely different reason unassociated with their back and forth.
Previously, he had thought he was in the past or something... Meaning he felt he was transmigrated to a time before the main characters were introduced, maybe two or three years, and at most, ten years, and he had several reasons why he thought so.
The book never showed Richelle to have a younger brother, infact, the personality of the two, were completely different.
The one from the book was a very bitter woman, who could even be said to be a little twisted in the head, or a minor villain, while the one he met, was a big sister who loved too much.
While the two personalities seemed vastly different from each other, they were actually just a mirror of each other in a way, and one just needed a trigger to completely flip the two, like a switch.
For Richelle, Sean assumed the trigger was infact, his death, or rather the death of the original Sean, to turn her from a fiercely loving and overprotective lady, to one who became completely bitter and colored with hatred, from her grief.
And just as Sean was not a character that appeared in the book, Drew also wasn’t. Now it turned out that not only was he now an active character courtesy of whoever had brought him to this world, Drew also had become one.
And from the way Devon treated him, it was obvious to him, that Drew had something special too.
At first, he passed it up that perhaps Drew would die in the future, before the main cast would be introduced... which was why he had even extended the time by ten years.
Thorne’s presence, effectively crumbled everything he had built up in the past ten hours, about his position in this world.
Devon’s voice echoed from the background of his thoughts, but from his spiral, it easily glided over him.
Since Drew was alive and was even special at this time, the possibility that it had something to do with him, was high... Very high. He just didn’t know what was.
He had a few guesses, but the one that stood out the most was the genetic enhancement. It was the only life or death situation they had experienced, but he couldn’t figure out how his presence might have helped Drew survive.
The more he felt nothing was in his control anymore, and everything he had built up to give himself a semblance of stability, and even plans on how he should proceed in the future, fall apart, the more irritated and frustrated he became.
’Just you wait, you’d pay dearly,’ he swore, as his mind drifted to whoever had plucked him out of his reality, and dumped him here, god or not... without even doing the most basic thing, like giving him memories of the previous Sean.
As much as he found himself hating whoever had sent him here, he also found himself feeling frustrated at the author of the book itself.
Could the bastard not have included dates in his writing?!