Rising fire Book I: The Reborn Praxic Fire {Destiny FanFic}

Chapter 4

Matthias P.O.V

My mouth spreads agape as I yawn, while Titan Alexander does one handed push ups to my right. Quite wondrous that he can do such a strenuous work out this early in the day.

"How can you manage doing that shit this early in the morning, man? I can hardly even keep my eyes open right now..." I state whilst massaging my eyes.

He ceased his routine, stretching shortly after he arose. "Try being up at six everyday. Have you ever thought that maybe your just a lazy bitch?" Alexander remarks, making a jest. He is correct however. Customarily, I would not have been up for at least another two hours, but alas, Christian insisted that we should be here at ten O' clock. In spite of this, I haven't been able to discern him from the Tower crowd all this morn. Could he possibly, be late?

"Alex, what time is it buddy?" I Inquire to my friend.

"You could just ask your Ghost, for Christ's sake..." He rejoinders. I set my middle finger upright at him as I unfurled my left hand's fingers, prompting my Ghost to eventuate.

"Ghost, please answer the question that my moderately douchey friend won't." I aver, Alexander tittering all the while.

"It is ten O' nine, Titans... Not like our comrade Christian to be late, yes?" My Ghost remarks in his wonted median pitched Russian cadence. This confirms my suspicions, Christian has been attacked and requires our immediate aid!

"He's right! Christians never late!" I exclaim, rising to my feet while placing my helmet upon my head.

I place my right fist overtop my heart and recommence. "It is obvious that he is in danger and needs our he-"

"Sit down you crazy git, he's probably fine!"

"But h-he's late! It's not like him at all!" I respond desperately, still weening that he is in peril.

"I agree, it's not normal, but he's not in danger. Why the fuck would he be? I am sure he has his reasons for being late." He explains, I slide back down the pillar I hitherto sat against.

Shortly thereafter, Hunter Christian arrives, the Ghost, Red, traipsing after him. As overjoyed as I was to see that he was indeed well, I dared to inquire about the interruption of my sleep schedule.

"You jammy bastard! Making me wake up early just to show up fucking late!" I state irritatedly. Alexander mutely looks a Christian, awaiting his response.

"I forgot something back at home..." He replies, but yet, his voice lacked it's usual conviction.

"Or you where visiting that Huntress at the infirmary..." Red adds on, I smirk in delight.

"Christian has a cr-ush!" I mock with merriment.

"She hot?" Alexander asks.

"What??" Christian responds.

"Is. She. Hot? Amanda, on a scale of one to ten."

"She was on a fucking cot! In stitches while part of her leg was missing!" Christian bellows enraged, silence ensues the cumbersome remark. That my fellow Titan soon shattered.

"Doesn't mean she can't be hot, Christian..." Alex  adds. His gaze bears down upon Alex with the sultriness of a thousand stars, fists trembling whilst clenched.

"That was a bit far buddy." I comment.

"Agreed, but your both still massive assholes!" Hunter Christian accuses, I shrug in response to his remark.