The Saint

[-:-] Chapter ??: Memoria [-:-]

Day 3...

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Mayberry was seen in the hospital, watching over Y/N as he sleeps a long dream. He was covered in bandages due to the wounds he have received, and Mayberry had no way to get him back, but hope for the best.

She tried to reach for his bible, but it simply made a slight burn to her hand.

"...Y/N. I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this." Mayberry muttered, looking down as she holds onto his hand.

"Mrs. Malware?" A voice was heard at the door, mispronouncing her name. It was a nurse from the sloth ring.

"It's Mayberry." The teacher corrected her.

"Sorry for your incident. Mr. Graham will be in great hands, but it's time to leave." The nurse said the wrong last name to Y/N.

Mayberry gave one last look at him, before leaving the room.

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"GET THAT LITTLE SHIT!"

A group of people were running down the streets, chasing a young teen. The teen seemed to have done something to anger the horde, panicking with each step he takes.

Adrenaline was kicking in, moving around like a cheetah as he passes by the bystanders nearby. The group kept on going, shoving away the citizens with no care in the world. Some of the group members were stopped by the citizens by the scolding they had to receive, but many kept going.

Back with the boy, he was trying his best to slow them down, knocking down a few signs for them to have obstacles to deal with. The members easily avoided them, almost catching right up at him. Before the teen could do any more stunts, he was stopped by a dead-end staring him down.

The group slowly approached him, grinning sinisterly as they know they won.

"Ain't no way to escape now, you brat..." A member slowly walked up to him, raising a bat. The teen raised his hands up, refusing to go down without a fight.

He swung right down at him, the teen bracing for impact...only to get stopped by someone's hand. The intercepter was a man with one eye, shoving him back. The goon stepped back, being unassertive. The one-eyed man glared at the group, saying one command.

"Now we're not gonna beat up a boy just because of some stupid reason, are we?" He asked, glancing at the teen who was confused.

"He creased my fuckin' shoes! I just got them, boss!" The member with a bat spoke up, walking up toward him.

"Skell, those are shoes. Least be easy on that kid, he probably didn't mean to." The one-eyed person said.

"He should've been aborted a long time ago! Let me beat his ass just this once-"

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The one-eyed man slammed his foot onto his shoe, creasing it even more.

"If you want to, then you better humiliate me! Throw a single punch at me, if you knock my ass down, i'll let you have it!" The man yelled at him, making the goon step back in fear. He grits his teeth, stepping away.

The one-eyed man walked up to the teen, staring coldly right at his eyes.

"...Now, would you like to say anything, kid?" He slightly shoved him forward, the boy sighing.