Decadence

Pure Terrorist

Aidan's P.O.V

"So Nicholas did know how to summon his soul chain after all? Damn, I doubt that Damian was even ready for that shit," I said aloud to myself while alone in my room with the door locked, reflecting back on yesterday.

After Severin had broken up Damian and Nicholas' fight, I couldn't decide if I was pissed that he did it after he was so against me preventing it or happy that Nic wasn't seriously injured. I knew that being in the rain wasn't a good idea, but even I was like "what the hell" when Nic pretty much kicked Damian's ass with a threat and one push that sent him flying into a tree.

I think that if Nic had gone any further after having summoned his weapon then Damian would have seriously regretted ever wanting to fight in the first place. I would have intervened if it hadn't been for the fact that my powers don't work so well in the rain and that I didn't want Nic to turn on me either.

Severin had then bet that he could interfere in their fight and come out in the same condition as when he went in. I didn't believe him of course, but thought it would be hilarious if Nic beat him to a pulp. To my chagrin, he managed the feat like it was nothing, which totally pissed me off.

That bastard sure did have a way about caring for someone's wellbeing though. I wanted to break his jaw when he nearly broke Nic's jaw and then dropped my friend on the ground like a sack of meat.

Afterward, he didn't even lift a finger when Damian and I were forced to drag Nic all the way back home (well I mean he was going in a completely different direction and all but still) despite the fact that Damian was also exhausted.

I had ended up spending the night at the Alloyd main estate, which was sweet at first. Let's just say that after rooming with a very cranky Damian whose pride had just been stepped on I wasn't so sure I'd ever spend the night there again.

Nic was passed out all night long so I was understandably worried about him because I consider us friends. Damian, who would take short cat naps and wake up in between when then insult me regarding being friends with someone who overpowered the next leader of my family.

In return I might have mentioned that I liked Nic better than the next head of the family, but it wasn't like I said it intentionally to get him pissed off. Damian was practically fuming and accused me of being a rebel.

To put it simply, he started to eye my jugular with deadly wrath. I had stayed there in Damian's room until the next day and when Nic had still not yet been able to wake up, which meant that I couldn't hide behind him while he threatened to go samurai on my cousin, I left and went back home.

I admit that I might have seemed weak in getting out of the house as soon as I could, but it was better than being involved in another famous argument between the two of them at least when the red eyes teen did finally rouse from his sleep. Plus, there was also the fact that I was afraid I'd finally go back to my middle school days and seriously beat the shit out of my arrogant cousin.

I was lying across my bed just gazing blankly up at the ceiling. My bedroom was mostly clean, considering I was a teenager and according to the stereotypes all teens were messy and unorganized (though that might have been the case if my mom didn't do regular inspections).

I had a queen sized bed which I usually made with either white or orange sheets. My entire room was painted my favorite color: a bright orange. There were posters hanging varying from pictures of my favorite rock, pop, and R&B singers to old and yellowing articles about stuff that happened with my family over the years.

The latter, as I remember, was forced on me by my parents who thought that even though they weren't allowed to live with the main families that they would still cherish their rich history. I personally couldn't care less because I never got along Damian and I hardly knew anyone else that was an Alloyd on a personal level.