Jack Cage: Troubled Ones

ONE

    Cage pressed the wounds on his hand, and then gasped in pain. If they hadn't been deep, he would have probably let it be. But he hadn't received wounds like this in a long time, so he decided to play safe. That fight with Mike was violent, and could have resulted in Cage's death had Laurence not showed up. He was thankful nevertheless.
    Cage pressed against the wound again, and said to himself, "Ow... this hurts like shit..."
    And that sentence changed his life.
    Around 30 seconds later, a girl was walking in his direction. He froze, fearing that she would see his wounds and get suspicious yet somehow felt that he had seen her somewhere before.
    Wonderful, you're excellent you know that Cage? You forgot where you had seen her too. he thought to himself. She was carrying aiding equipment, looks like she just got released from training.
    Before he could hide, she approached him and took a glance at him at his wounds asking, "What the hell happened to you?"
    "Shit happened," Cage replied bluntly, not wanting to expose himself to her.
    "These wounds look recent. Like, less than 24 hours recent. You got into a fight?" she asked.
    "Let's just call it, admin matters. I just went to go deal with people who needed to be dealt with," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
    "I see," she said, narrowing her eyes.
    "I better be going," Cage said and he stood up and started to walk off.
    But the girl grabbed his wrist and said, "No. You stay here. You can't leave your wounds open like that."
    She then went to go get some ice and a few bandages. Cage had never have anyone to help him for years. 10 years, to be exact. She came back and applied some medication on his wounds and then patched him up, then put ice on his hands.
    "Thanks. I don't really get this a lot, it's not necessary really," Cage said.
    "No it is. Your wounds could have gotten infected and you would have another problem," the girl replied.
    "Why did you help me though?"
    "Because it's my duty to help. Especially when I do have the necessary items." she said, holding the equipment and chuckled.
    "Still. Not necessary," he said, raising an eyebrow.
    "Stop whining. I'm helping you here. At least be a bit grateful," she snarled, taking him by surprise.
"Ok ok. Thanks... " he trailed.
"Good. You're welcome,"she said as she packed the equipment.
    "What's your name?" he asked curiously.
    "Why?" he said, not taking a glance at him.
    "Curious."
    "Mavean," she said bluntly.
    "Just Mavean?"
    "I prefer not to say my full name to avoid the limelight. And I don't feel comfortable telling it to a guy like you,"she replied and he felt a prick of pain in his heart but ignored it.
    "Fair enough. My name's Cage. Jack Cage," he said coolly.
    "Well, it was nice seeing you Jack," she said tightly.
    "Yeah. Now I better go now. And for your safety, you never saw me," he replied.
    "Fine. Whatever. Shoo," she said as she flick her hand with dismissal.
    Then Cage went out of the school and found the nearest bus stop, waited for the bus, and when it came, stuck his thumb out and board it and go to wherever he feels like going. Normal protocol.
Meanwhile, Mavean's friends, Celine, Ella and Gladys watched the conversation between Mavean and Cage from a distance. When Mavean came back, they started wiggling their eyebrows and Mavean rolled her eyes.
"Please don't guys," she told them, shaking her head.
"Who was that?" Celine asked.
"Yeah... looked to be some good conversation you two were having," Ella said, still wiggling her eyebrows.
"Please don't. He was just a guy who was hurt. And having the proper equipment, it was my responsibility to help him," Mavean said, still shaking their head as they walked out.
    When they went out, they happened to glance at the bus stop opposite the school. They saw Cage sitting down, alone.
    "You think he has friends?" Gladys asked.
    "Given his reaction to when I helped him, either he has little or none, not surprised though. You should have heard how we are against each other in the conversation." Mavean replied and shrugged it off like its none of her business.
    "Poor guy," Ella said.
    "He might need someone. Someone like you I would say," Celine said to Mavean, wiggling her eyebrows.
    "Guys enough. He is just a guy, who needed help. He is nothing more," Mavean said sternly.
    "Okay. But don't you think he's cute?" Celine asked.
    "Maybe. But unfortunately he is someone who doesn't like hanging around others apparently," Mavean said before they walked over to another bus stop.