Shane's Sinister and Bizarre Encounters

Before the Story

Everyone had recovered and gotten back into the car. Shane had fixed everyone's wounds and his own after the battle. Doyle sat in the back with Shane while the old man and Tyson sat up front, Tyson being the driver.

"So, uh, what's your name, old man?"

"My name is Kenny Rogers. Yours?" He said gruffly under his mustache.

"Tyson Bridges."

In the back, Doyle sat with Shane thinking about what had happened with him and his familiar.

What happened with Shane's familiar? It got much stronger during that battle and it also looked different. What could it mean?

Shane was fast asleep. He was exhausted from the battle and still near death as a majority of his bones were broken and he still lacked blood to an almost lethal amount. Shane dreamed of the days he and Tyson played as children when everything was still semi-normal. In fact, he was having a dream right now.

*Inside Shane's Dream*

"Hey, Tyson!" Shane yelled out.

"Yo, Shane! How are you doing?"

"Good! D you have enough money so we can buy bread?"

"Yep! I managed to get my hands on 5$!

"I got 3$. With this money, we can buy milk or bread."

"I'll buy milk," said Tyson.

"I'll go see what the baker made today!"

Shane ran to the bakery knowing the baker had made fresh loaves. He had been stealing his bread ever since the depression hit. Everyone had gotten much poorer and the price of bare essentials sky-rocketed. It truly was a time of crisis. During this time, there was also a serial rapist by the name of Folio which is what he called himself. He roamed the streets looking for women to take back to his den. However, he wasn't the most dangerous person as the feud between Shane and the baker's sons would create an unimaginable horror on the world.

"Hey, baker!"

"Are you here to buy bread or plunder it? If it's the ladder then take yourself and get outta my shop!"

"Actually, I want to buy your premium soft baguette."

"Eh, the 50$ one?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, in that case, I'll get it right away!"

The baker ran back into his shop to get the bread, but he was unaware of Shane's plot. Shane stole every piece of bread he could find. He created doors on the glass, still unaware of his special ability and took the bread. He created another door in his arms and legs to store the bread in an almost pocket-like dimension where he would later bring it home to his family.

"Alright, here's the bread. Wait, you stole all the fuckin' bread!"

"No, I didn't, that guy stole it."

Shane pointed towards a man with a black coat and hat. He said, "Good grief," and disappeared almost as if stopping time.

"Eh, that's fuckin' nonsense! There is no man! Only you!"

Shane ran away all the way to a few blocks away from his house. He knew the old man wouldn't catch up with him. 

"Ahh! I'll eat one right now! After all, I did do all the work!"

Shane ate the loaf not worried about gaining fat. He was abnormally muscular for his age and was able to beat up most of the other kids at school who picked on him. 

"This is delicious! This must be a brioche bread!" Shane said in glee as he took more bites.

The bread was soft and buttery and decadent. It was flaky and light but a little sweet. It was Shane's favorite kind of bread. His favorite sandwich was the grilled chicken with barbeque sauce on a fresh-baked brioche bun.

"Aaah! What a beautiful Duwang"  (The name of Shane's neighborhood named after Kira Duwang, its founder.)

Suddenly, Shane dropped the bun onto the road.

"Welp, no use getting it now. Hey, it's only a bite, right?"

Another person appeared out of some bushes. They had wild orange hair and a very skinny build with short but thin legs. A car was coming at 50 mph straight across the road as the boy went.

"Noo! Watch out! There's a car there!"

But it was too late. The boy was struck by the car and taken by it. His face of horror showed while blood splattered on the road. The drivers stopped and but the body in the trunk for fear of someone seeing them and raced home at the fastest speed.

"Oh, no! That looked like Mario Huego! One of the 3 sons of that baker!"