I had a queen of hearts. Now what do I do with that? I was turning to Drew, the leader when I saw him get up and walk towards something....... or someone......
Two girls. One with dark hair and the other, a redhead.
Ohno.....
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"Our final character. The one who completes the Trinity is Lyon Richards. He had gorgeous blue green eyes and slight curly black hair that was cut into a side part, giving off a rock vibe. Amylia, Lyon's mother lost her husband when Lyon was very young. Having French roots, Lyon was quite the marksmen. Having just one source of income was hard for the family, having to pay for school as well as other needs. Desperation led Lyon to bad company."
Elsa's hand was warm yet strangely cool. "Where do you live?", Diana asked out of sheer curiosity, bouncing on the balls of her feet like she just had lots of sugar.
"Umm.....somewhere?", he replied.
Lyon didnt like people taking pity on him. He wanted be independent and not deemed weak just because of his economic status. Elsa noticed the edge in his voice and glancing at her red-haired friend said," S'okay. We understand. We better get going now." Diana nodded his in agreement and looked at Lyon. "It was nice meeting you."
"Likewise."
Goodbyes were shared and the two parties separated. Lyon stared back at the slim, retreating figures of the girls on their bikes. Sighing, he turned around and ascended down a deserted street and entered a small flat.
"Mom?"
"Lyon! You are back."
Lyon turned to the source of the voice. Leaning onto the doorway of a room stood a middle-aged woman. She had brown that had a few streaks of grey hair. Her dull but smiling brown eyes gazed into Lyon's green ones. Lyon smiled at his mother and gave her a hand-hug.
It was a routine.
Early morning, son and mother would leave for work and school. Lyon returns home first and after freshening up, he would go to meet the gang. They only meet later in the day when Lyon gets back and is greeted by his mother.
Its been like this since Marc Richards's death.
Lyon had a bit of satisfaction in him. Amylia never approved of the company he keeps. He said to her," Just wanted to let you know that I might be a teeny-weeny bit late tonight." Amylia's smile turned into a frown.
"What happened?"
"Nothing! Its just that......well......uh..i'm meeting up with.."
"Meeting up with who, Lyon?"
"Umm...I made two new friends. Elsa and Diana."
Amylia cocked her eyebrows. "Two GIRLS?". Lyon rolled his eyes, blushing. "Its nothing like that, Mom!"
"Okay.", but it clearly showed in her expression that she didnt agree.
Lyon sighed, probably for the hundredth time that day and waving goodbye, walked out of the house. He wasn't going to meet anyone. He wanted to be alone.
To think.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed at his collar and pulled him into an alleyway.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have hear. Mr. Smart-Mouth."
Drew Teller, leader of the gang Lyon belonged to an hour ago towered over him.
"Who do you think you are, huh?"
"Lyon Richards. But according to you, Mr. Smart-Mouth.", Lyon said, smirking.
Drew growled and punched him in the face. He then took out a rope and tied up Lyon, who made no move surprisingly. He then said, "Make a move and I will be visiting your darling mommy."
Lyon bit back a curse and nodded. He watched Drew walk away smiling.
Fifteen minutes passed and Lyon still wasn't free. He had tried every humane way possible to escape. That was when an idea struck him. If he tried every human way, why not try something that isn't?
Lyon concentrated as hard as possible, his forehead creasing. He felt a familiar pricking at the wrist and grinned to himself. He felt a cool blade in his hand. Moving to a more comfortable position, he cut through the rope and freed himself.
After shaking off the ropes, he got up and walked off in the direction Drew had gone in. He searched everywhere and soon found the big bully munching on a burrito in front of the middle school. He was surrounded by his cronies who too were eating and laughing loudly.
Lyon went upto them and said, " Hello, losers!"
Drew got up angrily and asked," How the hell did you escape?". Lyon shrugged and replied, " I have my ways. But that isn't what I came to talk about."
Drew bowed his head, in a mocking way of course, and asked, " What do you wish to ask, my liege?" Lyon replied, grinning," Oh, its something I want to give you." Drew straightened and cocked his eyebrow.
Lyon took a step back and suddenly came forward, punching Drew in the face. A crack sound was heard as he staggered back. Drew recovered quickly and went forward to kick him, but Lyon dodged. Drew lost control and banged into the school gate , knocking himself out in the process.
Lyon turned to the others and asked," Who's next?" His old 'friends' looked at each other and then ran off. Lyon smirked,"I thought so. Revenge is sweet.", and walked off.
Jogging back to the apartment, he saw that his mother had already retired to bed. He himself got ready for bed. Slipping under the covers, he looked out the window opposite him and thought about everything that happened that day.
The girls, quitting the gang, the attack. He closed his eyes, shutting out the world and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Lyon woke up with a start and looked out of the window to see what caused the loud noises and commotion. His mouth fell open when he saw the reason.
A few large blocks away, near to the park, the whole place looked as if a tornado had passed through it.
