Imperfect Life: Arc 4

Chapter 15

 Monday night, Crys was pacing about her room again. This time, however, she had already made up her mind about what she was going to do. She was just procrastinating. She went over to her room door and cracked it open just a bit.

"Hey, Brandon?" Crys called out.

"Yeah?" Brandon replied from down the hall.

"You mind coming over here for a moment?" Crys asked.

"Yeah." Brandon said after a second. He got up off his bed and walked down the hall over to Crys' room. He and Crys were on pretty good terms after what happened on Saturday. The both of them followed up the next day, making sure they were both good, which they were. Brandon appreciated how well he and Crys got along. Now he was going to figure out what Crys wanted. He walked in her room and saw she was in her werewolf form, sitting down on her bed. "What's up?" He asked.

Crys looked at Brandon and frowned a little. "I'm going out tonight." She said flatly.

Brandon winced a little.

"I don't want to hear why it's a bad idea, please." Crys continued. "I know it is, but I need to try and do something. Literally anything. I can't keep reading all these articles and seeing all these news stories about the Mecha-Werewolf and not do anything!"

Brandon looked as if he had something to say.

Crys kept talking. "And it went after you just to get to me. I don't want that to happen again, and-" "Crys." Brandon interrupted.

"What?" Crys asked, immediately shifting gears.

"You don't have to convince me." Brandon said flatly, if not a little disappointed.

Crys looked down and nodded a little. She took a deep breath. "The Mecha-Werewolf keeps pinning everything on me. I can't take it anymore, Brandon. I can't." She admitted.

"It's okay, Crys." Brandon said in understanding.

"And before you say it, I know I'm obsessed with reading all these stupid news reports and articles and stuff like that." Crys admitted as well.

"Good luck." Brandon said with hope.

Crys got up and walked over to her room window. "Well, I hope so." She said as she opened up the window. "I'll see you later." She added on as she left through the window.

Brandon was now alone in the room. He really hoped Crys would find some peace of mind, and maybe even put a stop to the Mecha-Werewolf as well.

Crys ventured into the city. She had no destination in mind, so she just went from building to building aimlessly. She didn't focus on anything happening down on the streets for the time being, she was just searching. Eventually, after about half an hour of going this way and that, Crys settled on a rooftop towards the center of town. She sat near its ledge facing into an alleyway, that way no one on the street could see her. It wasn't much of a view, but it didn't matter.

Crys have a frustrated sigh. "No luck." She quietly muttered to herself. She looked down into the alleyway. Nothing was going on down there. It was quiet. "Stupid robot." Crys continued muttering to herself. "Why can't I just have a normal life? I'm a mythical wolf-human creature hunting down an insane robot that's trying to ruin my reputation..." She paused for a moment. "Wow, putting it like that, it really doesn't sound sane at all." Crys continued to think for a moment on how insane it all sounded, but snapped out of her trance as she heard a tussle start in the alley below. "Great, now what?" She asked herself.

Down in the alley, some guy was trying to steal a lady's bag, holding her at knife point.

Crys rolled her eyes and leaped down to confront the thief. When she landed, the thief stopped and turned around to face her. "Knock it off." Crys said sternly.