Enemies With The Shadows

Chapter Twenty-Six - The Argument

Clay walked into his and Drista’s home, walking to Drista’s room and knocking on the door. Drista, who was just playing Animal Crossing, was a little confused when she heard the knock. She had no clue who could be there. However, she got up and hesitantly opened the door, simply freezing when she saw her brother. “Hey Drista!” Clay smiled. Drista instantly hugged him, in which Clay returned the affection. “I missed you..” Drista mumbled, her voice shaking.
“Are you crying?” Clay asked, chuckling a bit.
“Shut up.”

“So,” Clay started, sitting on the beanbag in Dristas room. “What have you been up to?”
“I’m a hero now!” Drista said happily. However, Clay wasn’t as happy to hear the news.
“A hero?” Clay asked, a little nervous. “As in your own hero and not helping any other heroes, right?”
“I’m actually helping Toby and Tommy! Why?”
“No.. No you aren’t..” Clay chuckled nervously, shaking his head.
“I am.. Are you okay?”
“Drista, you need to call out from whatever mission they’re planning!” Clay shouted.
“What? Hell no!” Drista shouted back. “Why would I?”
“Because there is no fucking way any of you will survive against Mark!”
“And how would you know?”
“Because I’m helping them!” Clay stood up. Drista paused, taking a step back. “You need to quit on this mission. It’s a death wish.” Clay said.
“Why are you helping Mark?” Drista asked, a little hurt that her brother is working against her.
“He got me and Luke out of prison! He helped us!”
“That’s not a good enough reason, Clay!”
“God dammit Drista my reason doesn’t matter! I need you to not be a hero.”
“I’m doing out mission whether you like it or not.” Drista stated, headed towards the door.
“It will kill you! This mission will give you a slow and painful death!” Clay shouted, walking over to Drista.
“I’d rather die like a hero than live like a coward!” Drista yelled, shoving Clay. Clay simply paused, before sighing.

“You want to die like a hero?” Clay asked.
“No matter how slow or painful.” Drista blatantly said.
“Then I’ll be your first villain fight. Tomorrow, midnight, the park.” With those words, Drista stopped. She needed the training, but did she really want her first fight to be against her brother? Did she even really have much of a choice? “Fine.” Drista sighed. “But you better not chicken out or hold back.”
“I won’t. I’ll make sure you know the dangers of fighting any real villain. They won’t spare you.”