RONAN OF THE BLAZERS 1 - THE HUNTERS OF FIRE

Chapter One

     Ronan’s home was one of the distinguished homes in their neighborhood. It was a normal feat for a family which was thought to be very rich. Their home was standing high with its three story body. It illuminated the neighborhood with its bright orange paint and bright red roof. It was really distinguishable compared to the rest which were only standing with a single floor and paler paint. Ronan’s family name was Heath. It was a small family with only two children; Ronan and his younger sister Yana. The siblings were attending one of the most prestigious schools in their town – which was only located seven blocks away from their street. This made their journey to their school a bit easier than the others who needed to commute their way just to attend the school.

     “Where have you been last night brother? You very much know that our mother can’t sleep very well until all of us are in one piece at home.” Yana begun, her uniform today was strikingly bright. It was very complementary to her white complexion and beautiful figure. Her stare on his brother didn’t falter even a single bit, like she was expressing a mild anger towards his brother.

     “You know I am very busy in my projects. I hate to say this but we crammed so it took too much time before we finished the project.” Ronan answered normally, like what he said was really the truth. He was so good in lying; he can make very straight faces. His smile was able to convince her sister until her cellphone breaks the silence of the morning.

     “What’s this?” Yana exclaimed while looking at her IPhone 6. She pressed the phone and shortly after continues pressing, she learned the cause of the notification. It was a news article. She remembered that her phone was connected to the news network and it sends notification whenever interesting news flashed by.

     “Mr. Robi Styles was found dead after the vehicle he was into mysteriously burned.” Yana read the article, she gave a confuse look on his brother and thought very deep. She knew the name of the victim very well. It was a famous name. It was not before long until she finally remembered. “He was a politician who served into the other town as a Mayor. Who would’ve killed him? He had done so many projects which were beneficial to the public!” Yana cried.

     Ronan remained silent. It was their work last night that brought Mr. Robi Styles into his early grave. Unbeknownst to the public that Mr. Styles have stolen so much money from the government funds. Ronan learned this from Jori, the person who assigned their killing task. Ronan stared, now unable to hear all the sounds around him. He can see her sister’s continued mutters but he can’t comprehend with her voice. Her sister finally punched him on his shoulder returning his awareness to the present. Ronan gave a look on his sister while making a surprised face.

     “Are you alright dear brother? Are you feeling well?” Yana asked, and then she pressed her hands on his brother’s forehead. She felt normal warmth on his head, which clearly tells that he was doing fine all along. Suddenly a person revealed himself from the alleyway in the right side of the street. He was wearing similar uniforms as the siblings. His face made a very annoying look which made Ronan stare away with a sigh.

     “Well well well who do we have here? So early flirting with one of your girlfriends are we Ronan?” It was Mearo. He looked very normal and innocent wearing the uniform of their school right now. Ronan placed his hand on his face and let his sister do the talking.

     “Excuse me stranger, I am his sister if you don’t know.” Yana said, quite annoyed. This made Mearo flushed with embarrassment. Some students around them also laughed with the mistake he just did. He sprinted away first, not bothering to look back to Ronan.

     You’re so annoying I want to punch you. Ronan thought. He knew Mearo just recently before the school year begun. It made him doubt at first about the abilities of Maero because of his cheerful and playful side, but on the other side, he was a serious and heartless bastard.