The Next Day:
Wellston Private High School, John's Dorm-
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'Once more...' John thought to himself while laying on his bed.
Alone, John had been thinking about the plan to escape the mess once and for all. Yet, nothing ever was as easy as planned.
'Only one more fight...' His thoughts swirled.
John still had to decided if he wanted his own record deleted from the systems of the authorities or not. It was still a heavy part of his past, responsible for much of his own pain, and that of others who he took it out on.
'Should I really erase something like that...' He continued in thought.
He had been trying so hard to be better, and all indications were that he was.
But, even with the reconnection to his past in New Bostin, even fixing some of the burnt bridges, he still felt different.
The hated phrase, 'late bloomer,' was something which plagued his mind as it was mentally, and physically, beat into him by Keon during the long three month correction period.
To put it simply, John was having a hard time forgiving.
Just then, John had the remembrance to check the time...
The time read, 7:00 PM.
"Shit," he uttered. "It's almost time to go, I better dress up."
John willed his way up from his bed, knowing he and the others had a long night ahead of themselves.
A long, and certainly dangerous, one to come.
The dress code for John and the Royals would be all black, per usual. Their goal, however, was not to end the Authorities tonight as it was for Spectre, but to simply provide an escape for themselves.
A sub goal was to delete all information and knowledge, on both the Authorities and Spectre's digital systems, of ability drugs and disablers, and dampeners.
They needed to prevent everything from happening again and remove the grip which both groups have over them.
John looked into his closet for the blood-splattered, torn and faded, black mask which he had sported on all the missions so far.
'Once more...' He thought to himself. 'I only need to wear this one more time...'
John had also donned his school pants and a black jacket, the same one he wore to retrieve Blyke and Remi when Isen came to him that night.
John looked down at his mask again.
'My time here at Wellston is coming to a close...' John continued thinking. 'Maybe, I should return to New Bostin for a break.'
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his personal bedroom's door.
Approaching, John turned the nob, opening it to reveal Blyke, who was donning his own 'Nobody' attire, as the news had named it not too long ago.
*Snicker*
John was not-so-subtly poking fun at Blyke's outfit. Yet, Blyke is always prepared for John...
"Yeah, well at least I don't look like a psycho!" Blyke mocked him.
"Whatever, NOBODY!" John couldn't contain his laughter at this point.
Blyke was turning as red as his hair and was more than ready for a pre-fight, fight with John.
But, the main door to their dorm was knocked on before hands could be thrown.
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Last Chance
Fanfiction*Read Second Chance first for story to make sense* Utterly defeated, the Royals return to Wellston, shocked and disunited. The loss took its toll on more than just a physical level, proving to everyone that there is always someone stronger. Now face...
