《Winter's End》


 Walk Out

    Everyone seemed like a light compared to the boy in the corner with dark brown hair and green eyes. He was in a black hoodie and blue jeans. He was the kind of guy you wouldn¡¯t notice unless you were looking for him. ¡°Now, who can tell me where x and y meet, otherwise known as the origin?¡± Said the male teacher at the front of the classroom pointing to a graph he drew on the whiteboard. Just about ten kids raised their hands.


    The boy in the corner was looking out the window at the snowfall. Thinking about everything but his work. ¡°How about Hades, do you know where the origin is?¡± ¡°Who the fuck is Hades?¡± A young man asked the teacher. ¡°Hades, stand for the class, and as for you,¡± The teacher said. ¡°You need to learn a filter.¡± ¡°Ryan¡¯s right though, I don¡¯t remember anyone named Hades.¡± Told a young lady named Mia who was right next to Ryan and was dating him. Hades was sneaking toward the door. He didn¡¯t like the attention Mr. Manson gave him.


    Mr. Manson would always try to find a way to call Hades out to talk. He sat in the corner to avoid this very kind of attention. Back in the class, the teacher had just realized Hades was gone. In fact, Hades was already out of the math hallway before the teacher realized it. Hades mainly was a good kid. Got good grades, had a goal, etcetera. The only thing was that he hated interaction with other humans. Hell, he barely said ¡°hi¡± to his mom.


    There was a man with dirty blonde hair walking near Hades. It was the social counselor. The teachers of the generation before were concerned because many students had little to no social skills. So they hired people to help kids communicate with others. This counselor was Mr. Elder and most of the students loved him. Right then he was looking for Hades Onmaro. He saw someone that looked like Hades. Braeden looked at the photo and sure enough, it was Hades.


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    ¡°Hey kid, follow me, will you?¡± At this Hades stopped his downward stare and looked into his pale blue eyes. Hades had heard of Mr. Elder and not all of it was good but this was the first time he had seen him.


    Hades followed him to a room that looked like an office but it had that weeb touch to it. It was decored with posters of My Heros Academy, Classroom Assassination, Tail of Fairy, etc. Mr. Elder sat down behind a desk, and Hades sat in a comforting blue chair. Right next to him was a pale-skinned girl that had shockingly similar hair and eyes to Mr. Elder.


    ¡°Hades do you know why you¡¯re here?¡± Mr. Elder asked Hades. Hades was snapped to attention by this. He was staring at the girl before. He saw her as an angel from the heavens. ¡°No sir,¡± Hades said. ¡°You are here because you have no friends.¡± Mr. Elder didn¡¯t like the formality he had to put on. But it was an order from his superiors, so it was followed, or he had to find another job.


    ¡°And I was hired by the school to help you with that. Now, this is ?Anela Elder my daughter and she has a similar problem.¡± He said while pointing at the girl next to Hades. ¡°So I¡¯m pairing you together. Right after school goes to this address.¡± He handed Hades a note as the final bell rang.


    ¡°Damn is it really that late?¡± He asked while pulling a silver pocket watch out and flipping it up. ¡°Hey since we are all going to the same place, can¡¯t we give him a ride?¡± ?Anela asked Mr. Elder. So they walk Hades to Mr. Elder¡¯s car and drive away in the black ford. Jackson High fades away as Braeden drives, or so it seems to Hades.

 ?Anela

    "So your name is Hades right like the greek god of death." Hades usually would have walked away at this point but he was trapped in more than 1 way. One he was still in the car with Mr.Elder and his daughter, two he didn''t want to leave her alone. He decided to speak up. "Yeah, pretty cursed. why? What''s it to you?" Hades asked trying not to sound too pissed off. "Your face seems familiar but your attitude is foreign". "How? I don''t remember you." Now Hades'' curiosity was peaked. "I think the guy who introduced us was Harry Lerins." That name caused a combination of anger, regret, and sorrow to flow through Hades. "You okay?" ''Anela asked with clear concern "Leave me alone."


    Hades didn''t want to talk to her anymore. Hades had once thought of Harry as his brother. But now he had a burning hatred for Lerins. After that, they didn''t talk for the rest of the ride. Which wasn''t long, 2 minutes tops. They got out of the car and went into a 1 story brick house with a metal roof. It was nothing special except for the fact that it was baby blue. Mr.Elder went to the door and pulled out a bunch of connected keys. It took him a bit to find a half-baby blue half green key it had a baby blue D on the green side and a green B on the other side. As Elder looked at the key a wave of sorrow overcame him. He unlocked the door without a word and went to his room. ''Anela was used to this by now.


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    She invited Hades in. As Hades closed the door he heard a crash. "What was that?!" "Just my dad''s punching bag breaking again." ''Anela said like this happened every day. Which it almost did. "Sit down on the couch I''ll go get some Giant Reds." Hades waited for ''Anela to come back which was not long. The couch was a strange dark brown and was comfier than Hades'' bed. When ''Anela got back she handed some soda to Hades.


    "So why did your parents name you Hades?" ''Anela asked. "I don''t know they died before I could ask them." "I''m sorry I didn''t know you were an orphan. So where are you from?" She asked trying to change the subject. "Chicago, why?" "Is it really as crime-ridden as they say?" He remembered what happened to Kai. "Worse, it feeds off the death of good people."


    An awkward silence ensued thereafter. ''Anela turns on the TV and chooses to watch flixnet. She scrolls until she sees a show called "The Hexer". Back in Mr. Elder''s room, a punching bag was lying on the floor, and Mr. Elder was on his bed. His knuckles were bloody and he was crying. Not from the pain of his hands but from the pain of his heart and soul.