Retaliation: the beginning

CHAPTER1: "A Happy Birthday"

"So tell me," said the interviewer with a bit of curiosity in his voice "this is a question that I think all your fans out there want to hear, when did it occurred to you to hit the road for your old town?" leaning the microphone to a boy standing next to him, looking confident the boy was quiet stylish if you consider a leather jacket and ripped jeans a perfect fashion-combination, his hair stood out with hair gel that made his hair look wet but yet it didn't ruin his handsome looks, obviously, since all the girls behind him were screaming his name pushing against the media who occupied the front of the hall surrounding the pretty boy with cameras and flash lights.

"It originally came to me when I saw the news about the Goodwin's series of murders and I just felt like coming back to my hometown and bring my support to all the citizens of Mayville" He said putting an air of sadness after all it is the media he have to choose his words carefully to make it sound believable.

The interviewer smiled and turned back to the camera in front of him
"Well a big applause for our courageous teenage rising star, that's all for tonight folks, my name is James Barkly and you were with entertainment wee..." Elias turned the TV off with a long sigh
"What a fake-as..."
"Don't even think about cursing in my house" interrupted his uncle, who just happened to come down the stairs in a rush; he was wearing a beige sheriff uniform his badge really stood out from his chest shining with a gun holster strapped by his waist. pale eyes, stress lines at the corner of the man's mouth, he looked uniquely normal. The man walked into the living room with a relaxed gait in his steps with his hands buckling up his sleeves.
"Have you seen my keys? Am sure I put them in the night stand when I got back from the office" said the sheriff making his way to the living room he paused in front of the couch looking at the boy expecting him to response.
"The office that you got back from, you mean the one you're going back to?" Elias raised an eyebrow, his voice was sarcastic but yet it sounded a bit disappointed, he looked up and down at his uncle referring to his outfit.
"I'm sorry, I know you just got here...look can we just..."
"talk about this later? It's fine I mean It's not that I can complain"
"No you actually do I promised I would take a day off work so I could drive you to see your dad, I'll just call him and ask him to pick you up or..."
"He's in New York" interrupted before his uncle even got the chance to think what to say next "Yeah he called yesterday, he's staying there with his girlfriend for a while"
He seemed awfully calm in his face which made the sheriff quiet doubtful rather to leave or stay, the conversation went quiet until Elias got up from the couch heading upstairs to his room.
"Your keys are hanging next to the door" The sheriff's looked down at his feet for a moment and said nothing to this, he knew he couldn't discuss that subject with his nephew, instead he moved in silence, concluding that further talk should wait until the next morning, he grabbed his keys and went through the door, "Don't forget to lock the door okay?" He said, not sure if he heard him or not. It was like any other day for Elias, he wasn't surprised that his father wasn't going to show up on his birthday or the fact that the sheriff had to go back to the station shortly after he got back, so he did the usual and climbed up to his room and went to sleep.

The next day, when the pulsing alarm went off, Elias had to suppress the urge to smash it against the concrete walls of the room, he lay a few moments longer, enjoying the delicious tendrils of sleep as they slowly receded. Elias was late, not that it was new to him no teenager his age ever got up early to school. Rising from the warmth of his bed, the house was silent as he moved quietly from his small room down the stairs going out the door on his yellow bike, a piece of toast peanut-butter bread hanging from his mouth, holding a one stripe black back pack with a dark Vidor pin on it that says 'I am your father'; normally a star war's fan would look geeky and weird with a pair of glasses but not Elias, he was much good looking his lean, skin pulled taut against muscle hidden underneath the fabric of the shirt tucked into his pants. Lithe muscles underneath smooth, marble skin that had endless patterns of freckles . He had some hard metal style, black ripped jeans and matching t-shirt with a white tank top underneath it, he wasn't that interested in cloths he'd put anything on as long as it's black or white nothing colorful though, but every time Elias moved, the fabric of the shirt would lay flat against him, and showcase the smooth flat stomach he had, or the slightly muscles biceps of his arms. Yet, when he relaxed, the shirt would hide everything that Elias had to offer.