Three Brood Instigators

89. Convincing & Training Battles

"NEW COMMUNITY SETTLEMENT EMERGED LIKE A YOUTH CAMP"

"MISSING COLORGAS ORPHANS STILL AT LARGE, WHERE COULD THEY BE?"

"LEAKS STATED THAT EDUCATION COMMISSIONER OF MAINE HAS RECEIVED 2000 EMAILS DAILY SINCE W-A-R"

After school the next day, Wilkes sat on the barrel as a new place to get away with everything, embargoed by the chaos that is slowly spreading like wildfire, and the chaos slowly lighting an intense fire. The news about it was everywhere by then.

The wind blew the leaves into another barrel, seducing Wilkes to see the two paintball guns standing on the barrel. Wilkes stood up and thought he could spare time wielding those guns with both conflicted hands. He saw the targets AND SHOT THE THREE ONE BY ONE WITHOUT A MISS OF A BULLET.

Frustrated to set up more targets, he was more frustrated when he saw pines colliding one another through the blow of the wind like a bell. He firmly dual-wielded the paintball guns AND FIRED EVERY PINE TREE HANGING ABOVE THE TREES, each falling through the gravity, most breaking apart than others. Above was a mountain with a tall sages also blowing through the wind, and thus while it's far, Wilkes wouldn't hesitate TO FIRE THEM ALL TO FALL, with not a miss but one. He instill all that rage the wind and the noise is giving him by reloading AND QUICKFIRING ALL OF THE PAINTBALLS INTO THE BIG ROCK, splattering it with colors he saw of fury.

"Damn, Wilkes," Solomon approached. "For a guy that wasn't trained by his dad, you fired hard," he complimented. "What are you doing here?"

Wilkes them put the paintball guns back. "Just wanted to get away with everything," he said.

"So I figured," Solomon guessed well. "Get away from what?"

"You, you know, all this," Wilkes waved to the wind. "I... don't know, Solomon, things are riled up now, not just the academy, but my family, my life, I don't know what to feel about that?"

"Yeah, well, what have I said about society only getting dumber and dumber every year, eh, hehe," Solomon fooled.

Wilkes was still conflicted with questions. "Why did it be like this?" he asked. "Just one panic was enough to make everyone crazy,"

"Life is ruled by fear, Wilkes," Solomon said. "Fear is the rules," he added. "Without rules, there can never be a life with stability. And without fear, life is purely uncontrollable," he said. "But... I understand your... conflict... why is it that three masked kids murdered kids in the party?" he also questioned himself. "Evolution is a funny thing, is it?"

Wilkes then asked, "Do you think there's a chance we'll change for the better?"

Solomon then responded, "It depends what you mean 'better,' life will change just the way it is, it may be better... it may be worse."

Wilkes then decided to commit, "Solomon, there's..."

"Wilkes, there you are?" Izzy found him.

"You?" Solomon reacted. "What are you doing in my turf?"

"Relax, Sol," Wilkes said. "I told her that if I am not anywhere else, I am here."

"So much for making it a place to get away from society like er," Solomon contemplated.

"Actually, these trees are nice... peaceful, good spot," Izzy said.

"Alright then, Mrs.Eagle," Solomon called. "I assume you are coming here to send your... clemency messages, and not talk about the guns, is it?"

"Politics, aside," Izzy started. "Wilkes, I just talked with the principal, he'll arrange after school,"

"Wait, he did?" Wilkes listened.