The Worthy

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE
Maxxinne
THE HAUNTING ATMOSPHERE AND QUIETNESS shivers my spine. I have been craving for this peace, but not to expect one comparable to a paranormal scenario.

I roamed around the shelves and found a worn out tablet, named, The Early 2000's: The Life Back before Alzalea, which is absolutely bound to be about History. No one really appreciates History subject, but with the muddle world today I'm more curious than before regarding it. I bagged the metal tablet, and took out the book I borrowed from yesterday. I've decided finally to go back home and rest, because I will need it. The next few weeks they will announce the opening of the competition, and there would be feasts─ lots of it.

I got the little gizmo right after Mr. Lesedi scanned his finger print on the homebutton with my typed name on it, and brought the book home. Maybe Cass and Jillian help me read with it.

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As soon as I reached our street, I noticed the front door is left open. Strange, we never left it that way. Something must be very wrong.

I ran to our unit; they aren't in the living room. I heard deep, pained groans. My pulse started to regulate faster, I know there has to be someone in the house.

Bandits? Trunks? Palace officers? I shivered at the thought, and pushed it away. I need to get to them.

I searched the bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom-none. Another groan, another... punch? Oh crap.

Grabbing the broomstick I found on the kitchen floor; I moved to the backyard and, thank goodness, Cass and YanYan (nicknames I gave them at the age of 6) are there. But they're watching a couple of guys with dark cloaks on in a fight on the other end, as if it is more of a scary movie than an action one.

Walking up to them, I held them in a comforting hug. "Max! You're here!" Cass says with all hope but still trying to keep calm as she could be. "With a broomstick?"

I held it up as I spoke, "Yep, a temporary weapon." She grinned brightly to that. "Of course I'm here. Are you guys okay?"

"Nope, not really," YanYan says plainly. "Look, they broke our bench," She points out. "Our lovely, memorable bench." She added emotionally. I turned to see shredded pieces of wood by the old oak tree. I knew she's going to well up in any minute, so, I have to do something.

No matter who they are, no matter which parcel they are in, no matter what it takes-they broke into our house, and broke a piece of our simple, memorable joys. They'd have to pay for it.

"Harry! Let. GO! You. Made. This even WORSE." Exclaimed the man in a head lock.

I gripped the broom tightly and marched towards the men. I angrily whipped my broom at them both, sending more pain. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN OUR HOUSE?!"

The Harry guy murmured, "Great. Another one." What's that supposed to mean?

I gave up with the broom, so I have to do it with my own hands. With a quick ninja kick at the Harry-guy's leg, he let go of the other. He cursed at his breath as he backed away.

"Th-thanks!" The pained man said as he touches his neck, seems to me it hadn't hurt him very much. I tried to study who he really is. He just layed down the grass for a breath. Hmm. No idea at all.

I came back to my thoughts when Jillian and Cass ran up to me, and pushed me away from them.

"What?" I asked, due to their surprised and worried expressions.

"Don't you know what you just did?!" Jillian hissed.

"You would've put yourself in great danger!" Cass lamented.