Chapter 4
(Aaron)
He jumped out of the way swiftly, knocking over a bench that lifted off of the ground to which it had been attached to, mercilessly. He landed in a vicious crouch, springing back up to throw another punch. The masked hero growled in rage, throwing another ball of light before he could reach her. The fireballs landed just an inch from him, starting a small fire that spread through the dead dry grass in the opposite direction. The park was empty of young innocent children or college students who were smoking, though golden leaves scattered the playground and the grass that now only held a pile of ashes.
“Give up, Lunar! You can’t win.” Celeste snarled, launching herself into the air towards Aaron in a violent pose, which he just dodged.
“Hero’s can’t always win, Celeste.” He exaggerated her name sarcastically, awaiting a priceless response from her.
She yelled, throwing countless balls of light at him. He grabbed the lid of a trash can, trying to block the fire.
“Close enough.” He said weakly, as he threw the lid and jumped swiftly out of the way. The police cars sounded in the distance. No. He hurriedly pressed the small button on his glove, turning him immediately invisible. He started running silently, not looking back. He heard a thud on the ground as dirt and dust went everywhere. Celeste had taken off straight up into the air.
“Got to get back to the dorm... For dad, and..." He wheezed, slowing down a little.
“For Bella,” He realized, nearly stumbling.
“For, Bella.” He repeated, energy coursing throughout his veins as he raced off toward the dormitories, wind ripping through his light blond hair. He jumped over bushes and ducked under small spindly trees, not stopping to catch his breath.
He could see Celeste flying overhead, unable to spot him. She flew upwards, eventually above the clouds where he could no longer see her. He sighed in relief, looking around the empty dark sidewalk to make sure no one was around to see him until he let go of the button, becoming visible once again. He pulled off his black mask, breathing in the fresh cool night air. He sat down on a bench, light blond bangs covering his eyes, forgetting about Bella for a moment, panting as crickets chirped around him loudly in the peaceful night.
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Eventually he ended up at the dorm somehow, knocking on the door quietly, praying she was awake. He felt the door open, and there stood a short chubby girl with warm brown eyes, chocolate brown skin and a messy black Afro. She had on a plain pink tank top and dark grey sweat pants. It was Bella.
“Hey. Where were you?” She asked in her slightly squeaky tired voice, letting him in. She shut the door after him quietly. He noticed a bit of sweat on her forehead, but didn't question it. He plopped down on the mattress, slipping on a navy blue hoodie and kicking off his shoes onto the carpeted floor messily.
“I went to a social event, chill out. I didn’t even get hurt. Much.” He sighed as she stepped in front of him with her arms crossed stubbornly.
“You got hurt again?” She rolled her eyes, though a hint of sensitivity hid in her annoyed tone.
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They now sat together in the dim lit bathroom, only being lit up by a small light bulb hanging down from the ceiling. The orange paint on the wall was chipped and spiderwebs hung out in the corners.
“No, these look like burn marks. You didn’t get into a fight with some matches, did you?” She teased lightly, though she did care.
“They started it.” Aaron retaliated stubbornly, smiling lightly down at her.
“The matches?” She asked, looking up curiously. He rolled his eyes, not responding though still smiling.
She finished wrapping up his scars with fresh new bandages, and got up soundlessly, moving to get out of the small bathroom.
“Hey, Isabella? Aaron asked, as he got up slowly. “Yes?” She turned quickly, her hair flipping in his face, tickling his nose for a moment.
“-Never mind.” He said hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with a hand.
“Ow.” He muttered, his arm aching with the sudden movement.
“Careful, Bigfoot.” She laughed softly, commenting on his height once again. “I’ll try, Isabella.” He smirked, following her to the main sleeping room.
He would tell her tomorrow.
Maybe.
(Aaron)
He jumped out of the way swiftly, knocking over a bench that lifted off of the ground to which it had been attached to, mercilessly. He landed in a vicious crouch, springing back up to throw another punch. The masked hero growled in rage, throwing another ball of light before he could reach her. The fireballs landed just an inch from him, starting a small fire that spread through the dead dry grass in the opposite direction. The park was empty of young innocent children or college students who were smoking, though golden leaves scattered the playground and the grass that now only held a pile of ashes.
“Give up, Lunar! You can’t win.” Celeste snarled, launching herself into the air towards Aaron in a violent pose, which he just dodged.
“Hero’s can’t always win, Celeste.” He exaggerated her name sarcastically, awaiting a priceless response from her.
She yelled, throwing countless balls of light at him. He grabbed the lid of a trash can, trying to block the fire.
“Close enough.” He said weakly, as he threw the lid and jumped swiftly out of the way. The police cars sounded in the distance. No. He hurriedly pressed the small button on his glove, turning him immediately invisible. He started running silently, not looking back. He heard a thud on the ground as dirt and dust went everywhere. Celeste had taken off straight up into the air.
“Got to get back to the dorm... For dad, and..." He wheezed, slowing down a little.
“For Bella,” He realized, nearly stumbling.
“For, Bella.” He repeated, energy coursing throughout his veins as he raced off toward the dormitories, wind ripping through his light blond hair. He jumped over bushes and ducked under small spindly trees, not stopping to catch his breath.
He could see Celeste flying overhead, unable to spot him. She flew upwards, eventually above the clouds where he could no longer see her. He sighed in relief, looking around the empty dark sidewalk to make sure no one was around to see him until he let go of the button, becoming visible once again. He pulled off his black mask, breathing in the fresh cool night air. He sat down on a bench, light blond bangs covering his eyes, forgetting about Bella for a moment, panting as crickets chirped around him loudly in the peaceful night.
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Eventually he ended up at the dorm somehow, knocking on the door quietly, praying she was awake. He felt the door open, and there stood a short chubby girl with warm brown eyes, chocolate brown skin and a messy black Afro. She had on a plain pink tank top and dark grey sweat pants. It was Bella.
“Hey. Where were you?” She asked in her slightly squeaky tired voice, letting him in. She shut the door after him quietly. He noticed a bit of sweat on her forehead, but didn't question it. He plopped down on the mattress, slipping on a navy blue hoodie and kicking off his shoes onto the carpeted floor messily.
“I went to a social event, chill out. I didn’t even get hurt. Much.” He sighed as she stepped in front of him with her arms crossed stubbornly.
“You got hurt again?” She rolled her eyes, though a hint of sensitivity hid in her annoyed tone.
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They now sat together in the dim lit bathroom, only being lit up by a small light bulb hanging down from the ceiling. The orange paint on the wall was chipped and spiderwebs hung out in the corners.
“No, these look like burn marks. You didn’t get into a fight with some matches, did you?” She teased lightly, though she did care.
“They started it.” Aaron retaliated stubbornly, smiling lightly down at her.
“The matches?” She asked, looking up curiously. He rolled his eyes, not responding though still smiling.
She finished wrapping up his scars with fresh new bandages, and got up soundlessly, moving to get out of the small bathroom.
“Hey, Isabella? Aaron asked, as he got up slowly. “Yes?” She turned quickly, her hair flipping in his face, tickling his nose for a moment.
“-Never mind.” He said hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with a hand.
“Ow.” He muttered, his arm aching with the sudden movement.
“Careful, Bigfoot.” She laughed softly, commenting on his height once again. “I’ll try, Isabella.” He smirked, following her to the main sleeping room.
He would tell her tomorrow.
Maybe.