Chapter #6A rich snob's revenge by: SwapSeer With roughly two and a half months left in his summer vacation, it made little sense for Alen to go to school. He went in his astral form to check. And as he expected, it's desolate except for a couple of guards and janitors. But as he floated through these empty halls, he saw a familiar face that brought nothing but scorn into his life.
Brandon. The boy-wonder. The perfect little asshole everyone is so fond of. Honestly, Alen does not get it. Sure, he's tall. But that's it! People say he's handsome but he does not see it. They say he's responsible, but Alen knew it was his way of grabbing attention from their teachers. And the only reason he's beaten Alen in a playful match of soccer is that he's the coach's favorite. Alen knows who that asshole really is. He's a fake. A farce was sent to hoard everyone's attention.
Of course, Alen would feel this way. Back before Brandon's family came to this city, Alen is the star child of the school. He's rich, he's handsome, plays sports, and partakes in every school play as the lead. That all changed when Brandon grabbed all eyes away from him.
Although gifted with the power of flight, Alen wasn't bestowed with the gift of speed or the knowledge of where that asshole might live. He left the school ground and returned to his physical form, where he proceeded to call his butler Alfred. Within minutes, the grey-haired 25-year-old dressed in his usual uniform arrived with a car.
"Drive me to Brandon's house," Alen said.
"The one who beat you in soccer, sir?" Alfred asked.
"Alfred, you idiot." Alen has known this attitude from Alfred for years, the harsh commentary veiled under normal pretenses, the likes. But he's a dependable aide and someone Alen has to stand. With gritted teeth, "and yes. The one who beat me in soccer."
Without a given address, Alfred drove straight to Brandon's household. They passed through roads, hidden shortcuts, and a small patch of forest before they reached the place.
"What is it that we're doing here, sir?" Alfred said. "Finally making acquaintances, perhaps?"
"I am definitely not making friends. Alfred. You know me."
"Unfortunately,"
"What's that?" Alen glared at his ever-stoic butler. Despite staring daggers, it did not produce a response from Alfred.
"Nothing, sir. Still, my first question remains unanswered."
"Ah, yes. Remember my trip to Uncle Dubois's place? There was a mishap in his experiment and it allowed me to transform to this," Alen transformed back to his astral form in the blink of an eye. If one could look closely, one could see the ever-faint bending of light. A mirage in the middle of this fine cold summer afternoon. For a person who is trained at a young age to see the finer details of things, Alfred immediately saw the apparition before him.
"Should I call Master Dubois regarding this?"
"No... No... Don't call him. He doesn't even know I can turn into this." Alen said, with a ghostly filter overbearing on the sound of his voice. "I will use this new power of mine to finally ruin Brandon's life."
"Ah. Yes. A fine decision to use your new powers." Alfred said. Alen wasn't sure if that was sarcasm or not. It's quite difficult to say when his butler's face barely moved an inch. "Can I ask, if you permit me?"
"Permit granted,"
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