The school bell rang, Draven pushed his chair in and dashed out, before the teacher. A group of speed users zoomed passed and beat him to the cafeteria. Draven anxiously scuttered to the queue. Impatiently, he swayed side to side and muttered "Damn it! Still slow… looks like I need to buy a speed ability!" Behind the recent school times, a couple of buff guys approached him. A bald boy in a white sweatshirt, rudely said "Hey, give me your spot!" "No way!" Draven shook his head, holding his arms. "You want a spot, there is one at back!" pointed him to the back. The other boy, in black, sleeveless top. Gripped Draven's polo shirt and sent a glare. "Hey pal, give us your spot and we will let you go in one piece" he snickered. Draven puffed his chest. Enraged, he said "When I say no, I mean NOO!" The bald fellow, said "Hehe, I don't give a damn..." Draven spat on his face. "Sorry, so do I" hysterical

Next day, Draven was about to hop on the bus before him His com chimed, he paused his feet and took a look. Reading the text, a delightful smile grew on his face. Hello Draven! What are you up to? He tapped his com, ready to send his reply. A hand pulled his arm around, he turned and gasped. Mischievous smile hung under her glittering fiery hair. A breeze passed by, elegantly swayed her denim skirt, her arms crossed below her white blouse, as she cutely held it secure. Earning an approval grin from Draven. Natalia giggled. "Hi" Draven sent her a generous smile.  "Didn't you text me just now?" "Yes. Why, is something wrong?" Natalia said, her lashes batted in anxiousness. Draven said "No... Who wouldn't like to have your company?” Natalia said "Good" she hugged him and ended with interlocked arms. "So, where you going?" Natalia asked. Draven said "The Hunters Association" Nata

Outnumbered and outgunned, Draven gritted his teeth and sat down for now, as the thugs observed him like vultures locking their sights on its feeble prey. Draven scanned his surroundings, mentally marking the bouncers hidden within the crowd. The man opposite of him, leaned out of the purple neon light. Under the flickering club lights, streaks of red lights fell on his white hat and leopard print, silk shirt, unbuttoned, showed the shimmering, thick gold chain on his muscular chest, underneath his white blazer. Pairs of gold burnished rings, sparkling on his fillet fingers. He smirked, resting a hand on his chin, said "I am Misty Eyes, leader of the Night Raiders" speaking from a seat of arrogance and dominance. Draven focused his sight, coldly said "So, what do want from me?" Misty Eyes said "Nothing... by the way boy is that the way to talk to your executor..." narrowed his fierce eyes, hinting his serious threat. Draven grunted; hi

Cyclists sprinted through the streets, Draven leaned against the street lamp, near the bus stand. He synced an earbud to his com, suspiciously his eyes darted for eavesdroppers. He dialled a number. It beeped until; the person answered. "Hello" said a coarse voice. Draven said "Hello Tony, I want to take a week off!" Tony replied "Why?" Draven said. "Something has come up!" "Where are you going?" Vaguely, he responded "Home. Friend's home" Tony said "Well whatever, just get back soon!" "And..." Draven arched an eyebrow "And?" Tony blurted "Hahah... don't forget to beat your stinking ass. Haha!" "Yeah, yeah." Still breathing on laughing gas, Tony said “Kid, call me when you get back! Oh, and send me a picture of your busted..." Draven's mouth twitched; he ended the call. Vernon chuckled at the fate of his greedy host. A minute later, Draven put his camper bag around

After Draven conversed with Vernon. "Excuse me, Malcolm. Can I take a chance?" Malcolm turned to the voice; brows pinched his forehead. He said "Draven, are you sure, you want to fight two tier 2 beasts all by yourself?" finding it absurd, a silent chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah, I want to see how far I can go!" Draven replied. "Don't you know it is dangerous?" Malcolm said. "I don't think so!" Draven shrugged his shoulders. "What do you guys think?" Malcolm said, aiming to coerce him to a safer path. Tracy stuttered "Uh, I think... Draven is right only... if" clutching her pants. Picking up where Tracy left off, Karisa said "I also agree with Tracy! That we should go with him and hunt them. I am sick and tired of hunting only tier one beasts." Malcolm pensively held his chin, said "Okay. And you Liam?" Liam answered "I don't know. But I think Draven might be strong enough to handle them." "Isab