This is it, huh..." he muttered.
Everything came crashing down—
BEEP.
The intercom cut in with a cold, mechanical voice.
"Approaching the last stop."
"This train has come to a stop."
He stepped off, dragging a dusty suitcase behind him. In his other hand, he held a photo his stepmother had given him. A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips as he scanned the unfamiliar platform.
"Ugh... I don't even know the old man's name. Jeez."
scratching his head, wondering when, where and who was coming to pick him up
SLAP!
a palm smacked the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward.
"Ooo-woo-hoo! There you are, Josie-boy!"
Ow, who there?, oh...It's Josen," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head, annoyed at how strong the slap was.
"So I'm guessing your my grandpa"
The old man grinned.
"Yes, yes. Josen. Come now, quickly."
With a casual flick of his wrist, the man used telekinesis to lift the bags and float them toward a rusty old car nearby.
Josen's eyes widened.
"Wha... whoa."
I thought he was a defector, but then how's he using special skills couldn't use special skills, he thought to himself, trailing behind the surprisingly fast old man.
"Hey—wait up!"
By the time he caught up and jumped into the front seat, his mood had changed entirely.
There was something new in the air. A strange, exciting feeling.
As they drove through the quiet streets, Josen leaned against the window, eyes wide.
The breeze hit his face as he stuck his head out slightly, tongue out like a carefree child.
It was the first time in a long while he felt... free.
I wonder how Grandpa felt when he was kicked out
"I was quite heartbroken,"
What's with this old man, can he read thoughts too??
He was suddenly taken back, the old man was laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever.
"Listen carefully,"
"Over the next month, I'll teach you many things, about this world,about the gods, the government, the Systems… and how I became so strong as a defector ."
He blinked.
"What, I'm sure you've sensed it, I'm pretty strong"
One more smug statement from this old man would give him a migraine
"And once that strength becomes yours, you will be able to beat them"
"Wha—beat a system user? That's impossi—"
"No," he stated with a firm and absolute voice leaving no room for arguement, as the car pulled into the driveway.
He stared ahead, his thoughts spinning.
No way... there's a way to beat a system user as a Defective?
As he stepped inside the house, he instinctively slipped off his shoes.
"Go take a shower and change. Then come to the living room—we've got a lot to talk about,"
He nodded slowly.
A strange new fire had begun to light in his chest.
"This isn't over"