Chapter 2 (Remastered): You Are Not Kettle!

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Marco had been far from the school grounds already. No doubt his little stunt back there caused a lot of attention. And while he was beating the life out of those thugs, he did notice some of the students capturing the scene in their phones. 'So much for laying low' he thought as he walked inside a convenience store. 

Now normally, he would go to the only place where comfort was available for him, and that was his home, and avoid the chances of getting beat up by his bullies at school the longer he stayed outside of his safe zone. But ever since the little show he put on back at school, no doubt that people now know who he really is, and will start to remind themselves not to push someones buttons too much. Back at the store, Marco had bought one of those cold smoothies the shop sold, one of the store's best sellers and was the talk of the school for quite some time. He then took a seat near the windows, while watching the sunset, as he had been out for hours when usually at the time, he would be home. 

"Yeah, that'll teach them" he muttered to himself as he couldn't find any peace within his mind as his brain was still occupied with the incident earlier. He took a sip from the cup and his face after a very long time, showed a genuine smile. Guess the people he heard weren't exaggerating when they said that it was REALLY delicious. "Worth the three bucks" he said to himself as he followed it with a chuckle. This was probably also the first time in a very long time where he actually enjoyed being outside of his house.

After a few minutes of relaxing near the shop's AC, he finished his drink, and started to make his way back home. Thankfully, he hasn't received any text messages from his mother, telling him to come home, which was also actually weird, considering that his parent's are over-protective of their one and only child, and they were pretty oblivious to the fact that Marco had always lied about his state in school, a good streak for a bad liar. But not that they were horrible parents. They trust him with all their hearts, so they believed him again, and again, and again. And with every deceitful action he made, it also breaks the boy's heart, having to deceive the ones who trusted him the most. Through thick and thin, his parent's had been there for him. Giving love and comfort the best way they can, yet so far, he hasn't given anything in return. But like any loving parent, it was unconditional.

Marco took his time coming home, as vacation was drawing near. No more homework, no more projects, no more bullies, just him and his parents, together for a long time. 

Finally, he has reached his comfort zone. Yet, found it suspicious that he saw a few black cars parked at the front of their house. He shrugged the thought, and went inside his home. After taking off his shoes and throwing his bag to the side, he greeted his parents. "Mom, Dad. I'm home!" he shouted. 

"Oh Mijo, you're late. Why so?" his mother, Mrs. Diaz had greeted him back with a smile and a kiss his cheek. "Oh nothing, just stopped by at the store and grabbed a drink. Anyways, did you see those cars parked outside our house. It looks pretty weir-" he stopped short as he saw a man in his late sixties' wearing a black suit. It was one of those men who said that they would be conducting an observation or an experiment in their school of some sort, regarding the students. The man looked at Marco with a smile, "Oh sorry for the intrusion kid, your name's Marco right?" the man said as he reached out his hand, and Marco shook it.

"Yeah, that's me. Say, you're one of those people that said were doing, stuff at our school right?" he asked simply to clarify his assumption earlier. "Yup, that's right, and since the school year has ended, our government-related operations are done, boom, finished" he said with the snap of his fingers, all while maintaining his smile. For a man who works for a secret organization, he's pretty laid back, and Marco somewhat liked those types of people, so he already trusted him.

"Ok, and your name is?" the boy asked and pointed to the man in the suit. "Oh, huh, where are my manners? My name is, Lieutenant Apollo, just, Apollo for now" he said while he put his hand in his chest, he really looked like a gentleman. "Cool, anyways what's your business here Mr. Apollo?" Marco asked.

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