Shaun was suddenly awoken from his sleep by sirens and flashing yellow lights. "I fell asleep?" He yawned while the growling of his stomach could be heard. He rubbed his tired eyes, thinking it was early morning.
His fists truly ached, but a proud smirk grew on his face when looking at the broken board. What was a better feeling than setting a goal and accomplishing it?
Looking down on his knuckles, blood splatterings soaked through the white cloth, but his smile remained.
Oddly the one thought that came to mind was Jamie. Would he be proud of him sticking to a task and accomplishing it for once? Still, in his good mood, he hurried to the small kitchen to tame his starving stomach and make himself breakfast. He looked in the cupboards, but there was only cereal.
"No wonder you're so tiny, Lucy," He sighed, knowing once more it would be a great breakfast of cereal and milk. While he ate, he lazily scrolled through his phone only to realize there were five missed calls. It was surprising; why would anyone be calling him in the wee hours of the morning?
PSSSH! - He instantly spat out the milk when seeing the time on his phone. It was 6:30 PM, he had been sleeping for fifteen hours. It was not a part of the plan; he had missed a whole day of training at the Dojo.
It could only be imagined what Old Fox thought of his absence. Perhaps he had pushed himself too much in training; however, he soon shrugged it off. With the result gained, it was more than worth it. Perhaps the schedule needed to be tweaked. As an athlete, he knew the necessity of rest to keep the body in its peak physical condition.
Shaun's attention shifted to the road with the utility company workers out in full force with the lights out and no candles in the small apartment. He saw many people, some curious and others furiously enquiring about the blackout from the workers.
The city was filled with so many faces, but the sense of community in a small town like Frankfield was nonexistent here. Only in a minor crisis would most individuals see their neighbours. Looking at their faces, only a handful he recalled ever seeing on the way to the apartment.
"Hey man, when is the damn light coming back on? I've got shit to do," Yelled one man from out of the adjacent apartment. He was one of many who screamed at the workers who tried their best to get the job done.
Luckily, the police patrolled the streets, putting a swift end to the squabble. One of the officers tried to calm the growing crowd, "Everyone remain calm and let the workers do their job. You'll all get your lights back in due time. So stop harassing them".
Still, tensions were high, and a brawl broke out on the street. "Hey-Hey! Cut that out this instant!" yelled the officer's female partner. They got down to the heart of the matter with a few questions. One man claimed another stole his wallet—a claim the accused vigorously denied, which led to the current row.
It all fascinated Shaun, who watched from above. He then sought to amuse himself further. He had been looking in that direction and, at the time, had not seen who was telling the truth. He was by no means a lie detector specialist, but both seemed adamant that the other was lying.
"Let's get the verdict," He muttered to himself. His eyes were simply the lens to the recorder—His mind, so this should be minor. The images of the incident slowly replayed in his mind. The accused wasn't lying, but the man's wallet was stolen. It so happens that it was not by the person he saw as a threat.
The thief was a well-dressed, beautiful woman who used dimmed lighting as a means to bump into the victim. She removed his wallet without the slightest hindrance.
He was so enthralled with the woman's beauty he didn't fathom he was her prey. What impressed Shaun was the woman's hand movements. Her sleight of hand was perfect when grabbing the wallet.
Having had enough, he focused on reinstalling the previously removed window. When that ended, he found that his mind began to drift while in the dark apartment. One recurring thought pertained to his ability. He felt that he was underestimating it, and perhaps he wasn't using it to its full potential. Yet no matter what he tried, he could not see the errors in his applications.
Thankfully the lights came back on with cheers from those below. You would think that they had just endured an apocalyptic event by how they acted. He pondered about his predicament but was stalled for answers. So he decided it best to take a walk through the city.
After a quick shower, he grabbed his jacket and ventured into the streets. Lakeview City was lively as ever. Its streets were littered with people who sought to make something of their night like Shaun. Caution was of utmost priority after what he witnessed just an hour prior, so he ensured the little cash he had remaining was safe and sound.
He then made his way onto a lively street filled with small tables which fit neatly on the sidewalk. It was his first time venturing on the road, but it had a renowned reputation. Over the years, it has been called many such as Hustlers lane, or as many called it Hustlers paradise. The reputation was gained due to the many hustlers who sold small dreams. Guess right and acquire a pot of gold, but if not, see your money vanish before your very eyes.
"Hey, Youngblood, what's up?"
Greeted, one man who was surrounded by a curious crowd of onlookers. Shaun stopped and noticed he had a small table before him with three cups and two pearl-like pink pellets.