William Rose: The First Adventure

Dammit, Reynolds!

[A/N]

I put this part in the point of view of Reynolds, not because of a simple reason like "I wanted to", or "I thought that it would be a good change", but because I felt that it was needed, in which I mean like, how my story goes at this point.

So, don't worry, I'm switching it back to William's POV when i'm done, but for now, I believe that it's best to have it in Reynold's POV.

And when I switch it back towards William's POV, I'll tell you, don't worry.

Or maybe I won't.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ :P

But, good luck with figuring out who  this "I" goon is.

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I woke up that morning, to a regular day.

Something about this day isn't right.

I could just smell the disturbance in the air.

It was like, just something would go wrong today. 

 "Beep, Beep, Beep!", my alarm clock yelled at me to wake up in the morning, for what felt like the 22nd time.

I remembered that I had school, but I was already dang late.

Well, School's about 1 mile away, so If I can go through Chief Park, I can get there in about 10 minutes.

I checked me watch, and saw that it was around 8:54, and If I got ready fast enough, I could make it to school, and only miss first period, but be late for second.

Oh well.

I kicked off my blanket and got ready for the day.

By the time that I got downstairs, it was around 9:00, and I grabbed a waffle from the toaster, and ran off to school.

I went my usual path, but with a twist.

I would usually go down Parker Avenue, then cut onto Westport street, but instead, i'd have to cut through North 34th street, and run through Chief Park, and then pass my favorite restaurant, Lucky's.

William's lucky. His injuries or whatever keep him home so he doesn't have to wake up early or rush in the morning to go somewhere halfway across time.

But I do hope that he's doing fine.

For as much as it seems that I don't care about him, I really do.

As I was walking, I began to ponder about the day, but when I got to Chief Park, I saw a couple people crowding around two people.

One of them had a black coat on, and the other looked very familiar...

Too familiar....

Could it be?

No....

He should be resting at home, not out picking fights....

Right?

I walked up to the crowd of people, and asked a bystander, "What happened?"

"These two just kind of started fighting out of the blue, but now they're talking to each other. It's weird"

Weird is something I'm used to...

Especially because of....

WILLIAM!?

I saw William atop the man, choking him, and yelling at him, with...

A METAL ARM!?

Then, the figure knocked William onto his butt, and tried to run away.

Then, from the bushes, a man emerged, who glared at the figure and said something about "Suppression", and magical power or something

It didn't seem important.

Everyone from the circle dispersed, and just left me there.

William saw me, and asked, "Rey-"

He stopped talking and turned back to his enemy on the ground.

"So you know that chick?", the figure on the ground asked.

"No", he told him.

NO!?

He looked down at the figure, and said, "Anishiki, are you the only member here?"

"And why do I have to tell yo- OH HOLY SHIT THAT'S SOME HEAVY GRAVITY!", he yelled.

The glaring figure from the bushes told him, spitefully, "You don't have to tell him. I'm the person you should be telling."

"So either you keep your secret, or you can die by my power", the person continued.

"OK, OK, OK, JESUS! I'LL TELL YOU, JUST RELEASE YOUR HOLD ON THE GRAVITY, HOLY SHIT, DUDE!", he yelled.

"Tell me, and i'll release it.", The figure said.

Wait a minute, that voice sounds familiar.

I took a closer look at the figure, and saw that it was Sergeant Stevenson.

Huh.

Small world, I guess.

Sergeant Stevenson approached the figure, and asked again, "Now spill. Are you the only one here?"

"No."

I felt a figure grab me, and squeeze me.

"Let Anishiki go, and the girl doesn't die.", a deep voiced person said, probably the one who's holding me.

"It's not like we know her. We could care less", William said quickly.

THE HELL YOU JUST SAY ABOUT ME, BOY I'LL TELL YOU WHAT- that squeezing hurts.

The squeezing continued to grow harder, as I struggled to hold on to whatever breath or life that I had left....

And eventually, I lost breath, and got knocked out....