The hours slowly passed, the students heading from one classroom to the other as they carried on with their classes for the day. Bell ring after bell ring until the final bell rang and the students were finally released once more from the gates of academic hell as most would call it.
Getting up from his seat near the window, Alan stretched his arms above as he released a soft tired yawn before turning and starting to walk out of the class.
The rest of the classes hadn't truly been anything exciting, the talk about what had occurred yesterday was still ongoing and there really wasn't any other gossip that he could partake in that he found particularly interesting, it wasn't like he had any friends left currently, the ones he used to have were… dead and the only other so called friend was Alice Cullen, and he had already made plans with her after school.
Walking down the winding halls of the highschool building, Alan quickly arrived at the front door as he exited out of the building and headed down the parking lot. Noticing Alice and the rest of the Cullens at the side, already at their cars, he didn't stop as he simply lifted his hand in a wave towards Alice before walking off, towards his apartment.
The walk home didn't take a while, not more than twenty minutes of a bit of a quicker pace than usual before he was standing infront of his apartment building once more.
Alan stopped, right at the entrance of the building as he turned his head slightly towards the right and then left, however he couldn't see anything or anyone even with his enhanced vision.
'Mana Perception.' Alan thought to himself and in an instant the ability was activated, showing him an entirely different world than the one, humans saw regularly on a day to day basis.
However even with the mana perception activated and him looking around as he slowly started walking up the stairs of the building towards his apartment, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
Slowly taking out his key from his pocket and putting it inside the keyhole, he turned it and with a loud clicking noise, the front door of his apartment was unlocked.
Slowly pushing the door, he entered inside and froze, his eyes slowly widening as he gazed at the insides of his… what had been his apartment atleast.
There were scratch marks, all around the room, and his bed was amost completely destroyed, the white cotton stuffing having spread everywhere after the pillows and the mattress had been utterly dismantled, looking as if they had been thrown inside of a meat grinder.
His desk, the desk that he had owned for years by this point was broken, it hadn't been broken even during his fight with Johana and yet here it was, broken into pieces that were now scattered all around the room. But that, that wasn't the worst part.
'My… my fucking clothes.' Alan thought to himself as he stared at the completely ripped jeans and shirts and even the damned underwear that had just been ripped apart and then thrown to the middle of the room, right there on the floor where he could see it as soon as he walked inside.
'Who… did this. No, what did this? That's claw marks. That's most definitely claw marks.' Alan thought as he slowly tensed his jaw to the point where his teeth could be heard audibly grinding against eachother as he slowly took a step forward and then another before crouching down infront of the ripped clothing pile in the middle of the room.
'You… You absolute shit heads, I don't… I don't even have the money to buy new clothes, I don't have the fucking time to go shopping, why did you even do this? Why the fuck… you… haaah…' Alan thought as he released a long winded sigh, slowly attempting to calm himself down, it was one thing to enter inside of his apartment without his consent, it was another thing entirely to enter his apartment and then proceed to practically ruin everything that he owned for reasons that Alan still couldn't figure out.
'I don't know what they're or what it is after, but I know one thing from sure, just from this. It's either got anger problems, or it very very clearly does not like me. Fuck… well alright then you fucker. You wanna play like this?' Alan thought as he slowly stood up from his crouched position where he had been crouched at, holding a pair of his underwear that he threw away to the ground as soon as he stood up.
Slowly his hand moved towards his right pocket as he took out the his flip phone and flipped the upper part open before starting to type out a number inside as he navigated to the call menu of the phone.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
The phone rang thrice before the phone was picked up on the other side of the line.
The contact name showing on the caller id finally as Alan held the phone and slowly brought it up to his ear, his expression having changed from furious to something much colder, it was pure hatred, it was in a way a petty hatred, if that thing wanted to mess with him… well then, he wasn't about to play fair. Not anymore.
[ Alice Cullen. ]
That was the name of the contact he had just called.
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