Abnormal Norman 31: All Roads lead to Plan B

Abnormal Norman 31: All Roads lead to Plan B

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Be Norman

City Alley

 

>Putting away my hero suit and dressing up in my civvies.

>You take a deep breath and did some stretching.

>It's already 7:15 PM.

>Your mom would have been worried, but then again, she barely questioned you about your disappearances.

>Ah well.

>You walk out of the alley and went down the street to go home.

>As you walk, you take a look at your artifact. The ring.

>So much has happened ever since the meteor crash.

>You and Brad becoming costumed vigilantes.

>Vinyl in a coma.

>Strained relationships with friends and families.

>And the worst part of it is that you can't escape it all.

>You've gone way too deep into the criminal underworld to escape it.

 

>You thought it would be just fun and games, like in the comics.

>Beating up thugs, saving the girl and probably preventing the apocalypse.

>Heh, saving the girl.

>You probably thought Aryan would be your Gwen Stacy...

>...

>W-wait, I meant Mary Jane! I don't want her to die!

 

 

*ring* *ring*

>Your phone rings. Unknown caller.

"Hello?"

>"Norman. It's Gilda."

"What the-"

>"Listen, Nolan wants to you after school at his factory again. Failure to comply is an act of treason."

"Wait! What does he want? And how did you ge-"

*beep*

"-et this number...crap."

>So Nolan wants to meet up again, huh?

>Gotta resist the urge to punch the bastard once he shows his face again.

 

>Suddenly, sirens behind you.

>"YOU THERE, FREEZE!"

"GYAH!"

>Holy shit, what's going on?

>Have you been compromised?

>You turn around to take a better look.

>...

>You see your dad in the passenger's seat laughing with the driver.

>Goddammit, dad.

"You did the same joke when I was five..."

>Your dad walks out of the car, laughing.

"Hey dad. What's going on?"

>"You seem shaken up, sport."

"Jeez, dad. If you're trying to give me a heart attack."

>"Oh come on, only criminals gets heart attacks from our siren. You're not doing anything bad, are you?"

"No, dad. The sirens just remind me of the old days when you were in the force. Speaking of which, why are you in a police car anyway, and what's with the casts and bandages?" You say, trying to play it safe.

>The driver walks out and tries to explain.

>"You see, your dad had a little accident at his work and I figured, him being an old police cop, I decided to escort the senior home."

>So your dad is still trying to cover up the fact that he's an undercover cop.

>You look at the driver. He seems familiar, even before what happened hours ago.

"Hey, have we met before?"

>"Ahh, you must have seen me in Canterlot High. I have a wife who works there, but she's in labor now, so yeah."

"Oh."

>"So, sport, how about you hitch a ride back there so we can all go home? Or are you currently going to..*ahem* your lady friends?"

"Dad.."

>They all laugh like drunk buddies.

>He gives you a pat in the back as you ride in the police car.

>THis is going to be one long awkward ride.

 

Be Brad

Fluttershy's home, helping Twilight Sparkle

 

>"Hey Brad, hand me that scalpel."

>Twilight's studying up on the test tubes Norman gave her yesterday.

"What's the scalpel for? You're going to dissect test tubes?" you joked.

>"Well, no. You see, the chemicals in these test tubes have solidified, and thus, need to be sliced open. Took me hours to get it out of the tube without breaking it."

>You scratch your head. You can barely keep up in Chemistry class, let alone keep up with what a cute smart girl is talking about.

"Well, if you need any more help, just call me. I'll be in the sofa."

>"Oh, sure. Thanks for coming here to help me. I know you probably would have wanted to do other things in your free time..."

"Oh, no. It's no trouble. Besides, you, studying these test tubes is partially my fault. If I hadn't coaxed Norman into becoming a super hero, he would have never gotten into this Saint's Bro mess."

>"I'm sure you didn't mean it."

"I can't help to feel that Norman's a bit angry with me, though."

>"Oh come on, Brad. Even before the meteor, you guys were complete bros! If I still had my magical horn, I would have already gauged you and Norman's friendship already."

"Wow, you really believe you're from another world, huh."

>"I know, I know. Sounds crazy, right? Well...look around! Your city has gangsters that transforms into animals and Norman's powered up by an artifact from space..."

"Well, yeah. There's that, but still."

>"Thankfully, you guys were all so open to accept me as a friend, despite my apparent weirdness. If not for you guys, I'd probably be wandering around the city on my own with my dragon, Spike."

"You mean your dog, right?"

>"Oops, right."

 

>She continues to write down notes, testing the tiny elements she found from the test tubes.

>You know, when you first met her, you've always found her a bit different from the other women.

>Heh, maybe that's the reason why you feel a bit awkward with her compared to when you're with the others.

>Even with her insane ramblings, you've always found her cute, with a hint of lovable intelligence.

"Hey, Twi."

>"Hmm?"

"Listen, I know you're working hard with that and all, but you need to chill a bit. You know? Rest up."

>"Come on, Brad. I've only been working for a few hours!"

"Twilight, you've been working at that for seven hours."

>"Err...right."

>You stood up from the couch and took her by the hand.

>"Ahh. Brad, what are you doing."

"Come on, let's go out to eat. Live a little. You can't work in an empty stomach."

>Twilight blushes.

>Guess she's never held a boy's hand before.

>"Well...alright. Just a bite out..."

 

Be Dry Wheat

Viri Scientia messenger

Main hideout

 

>Shit, got to run!

>The mistress needs to hear this news!

>The main hideout, which looks like a medieval fortress.

>You run by the hideout, carefully avoiding every trap in the place.

"Jeez, these guys are freaking paranoid. How did I end up here anyway?"

>...

"Oh right, vengeance on my ex-girlfriend."

>Shame I can't just quit, though.

>As you run, one of your comrades stops you.

>"WHOA, slow down, friend. What's gotten you in such a rush?"

>You try to catch your breath.

"News. It's about our rival gang, Saint's Bro."

>"Oh really? Have they finally given up and surrendered?"

"Worse. They got two of our guys compromised to the police while one of our guys died."

>"Damn."

"Listen, I got to go warn the mistress. There's another thing she should know."

>You wave your hand goodbye and ran to the main office.

 

>You arrive. The door asks for identification.

>Since you're the messenger, they're tight with security.

>Scanning your eyes, your nose hair, your DNA, your fingerprint, your member size, everything.

>Two minutes later, it's done, and a trap door opens under you.

"AHH!"

>The trap door leads you inside the room. Opening the actual door would cause a trap to activate.

>Paranoid, that's what they are.

>Alas, you walk in the empty office.

>Decorations and glasses of chemicals, all in this area.

>You press a button. It contacts the head of Viri Scientia.

 

"Mistress Cherry Jubilee" you say.

>A huge hologram of a TV screen reveals your boss' face.

>She's working in another lab. A cover up for her double life.

>"You better have a good reason for interrupting me at a  very crucial moment, messenger. SPEAK."

>She speaks of high command. You tremble in your place, but you muster the courage to tell her everything.

"Mistress, I bear ill news. The raid was unsuccessful, and we lost most of our men."

>"Are they still alive?"

"Two of them. One of them got killed by Gilda and the other is nowhere to be seen."

>"Order three of our men in prison to shank those two. Also, if the missing one has yet to resurface, consider him or her out of the gang. He or she is to be shot at sight."

"How many days, mistress?"

>"Give him or her three. Speaking of compromised comrades, how's Amaranthine * ?"

>[spoiler] As seen from issue # 26. -Dan[/spoiler]

"The crazy kid's escaped from the police precinct, as usual. She's probably crazy enough to stalk Gilda again."

>"How did she even pass our trials?"

"Sheer luck and determination, mistress."

>"Alright. Do you have any other news for me?"

"Yes, mistress. It is up to you if you would consider this good or bad news."

>"Continue, then."

>You take out some files from your bag.

"The Saint's Bro seems to have found a new member for their gang."

>You show the files to Cherry.

>"A hobo?"

"Saint's Bro calls him 'Burst Blood'. Our sources from our double agent cops say that the hobo once stopped three armed men from robbing a convenience store. That same hobo wore the same football helmet and trench coat."

>"Oh really?"

"Another thing is that our double agent cop had eavesdropped on one of the cops who oversaw the whole desert raid operation. Said that Burst Blood was more likely a new guy, unsure of which faction to stay loyal to."

>"Oh? Explain, please."

>You take out some more files from the bag.

"*ahem*, according to what our guys heard from the cop, he said that the hobo saved that same cop from Gilda's wrath. He was almost executed by Gilda."

>"Hmm. I think I'd know who that cop is, but it's all irrelevant for now."

>The mistress walks for a moment.

"Mistress?"

>"Well, we can't have the Saint's Bro having all the good soldiers to their own. I want your men to locate that hobo bring him here. I doubt he'd put up a fight as much as Gilda."

"Yes, mistress. We won't let you down."

>"I hope not."

>Cherry closes the stream.

>You on the other hand, exit through the trap door.

>You head on out to one of the best trackers loyal to Viri Scientia.

"Guys, we have a new job for you."

>"Ugh, FINALLY. We were bored out of our minds!"

>>"So, what do you want us to track? The Apple family? Diamond Dog's hideout? How about those fashion bitches from Mode s'abstenir?"

"Actually, you guys are to find this guy."

>You show them a blurry picture.

>>"A hobo?"

"Not just any hobo. This guy is apparently a freelance working for Saint's Bro. I need you guys to find this guy. Goes by the name of 'Burst Blood' and 'hobo with the football helmet'.

>"Hrm. This won't come cheap."

"I know. I don't even know what Mistress Jubilee is planning, but what I do know is this; you need to bring him in here ALIVE."

>"So...what is this guy? A prisoner, forced mercenary, an guy to interrogate?"

"Classify him as...V.I.P."

>"Whatever you say, Dry Wheat."

 

Be Lyra

Bedroom

 

>You play your little tune with the lyre.

>It calms your mind.

>You concentrate very hard, getting every sound right.

>Suddenly, another vision spikes on your head.

"UrrGH..."

>However, you managed to tune that vision a bit properly like last time *.

[spoiler] See issue # 7 -Dan [/spoiler]

 

>As you play a melody, you see a much more relevant vision.

>Something you've already foreseen before.

>Something you saw when you collapsed at Nolan's factory.

 

>       {FROM ACROSS THE THUNDER IN THE CLOUDS}

>      {FROM BEYOND THE BUILDINGS OF THE CITY, IT IS LOUD}

>     {NORMAN AND BRAD}

>    {TATTERED AND BLOODIED FROM THE FIGHT THAT THEY HAD}

>   {THEY FIGHT EACH OTHER IN THE WINTER NIGHT}

>  {AS A MAN WITH A RIFLE LOOKS ON HIS SIGHT}

> {A SHOT WAS HEARD AS RAINBOW DASH AND PINKAMENA LOOKED ON}

>{IT IS NOW DAWN}

 

>The vision ends.

>You wrote down what you saw. The details, the possibility of when and where it might happen.

>You ponder whether or not you should tell Norman and Brad.

>But then again, it wouldn't matter. You can't change the future.

>All you know, is that it happens, one winter night.

 

Be Rainbow Dash

Pinkie's Home

 

>"What are we going to do, Rainbow Dash? Gilda's free from jail!"

>Pinkie's circling around her house, panicking.

>She's panicking so much her hair turned straight.

"Calm down, Pinkie! You're making me nervous."

>"Calm down? CALM DOWN? GILDA'S BACK, AND NORMAN'S PART OF HER LIFE!"

"L-look, maybe it's all a misunderstanding! I mean, Norman's a sweet guy. He'd never join the Saint's Bro!"

>"I don't know about that, Dash, but I'm more concerned for our safety at this minute. I mean, Gilda's crazy!"

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>Years ago, before Gilda got arrested, you and Gilda hung out secretly, still best of friends against your parent's wishes.

>Pinkie was your friend at that time, and Gilda secretly bullied Pinkie.

>Pinkie tried to warn you, but you didn't listen.

>She tried to get some evidence via pictures, only for Pinkie to witness something she shouldn't have seen.

>Gilda was in a gang.

>Pinkie gives the pictures to you, much to your surprise.

>At that time, you were torn between your old friend and your morally right friend.

>You were also offered a position in Saint's Bro by Gilda.

>Ultimately, you declined her offer and cut all ties with her.

>You then told her to never come see you or Pinkie again, and in return, she gets the evidence Pinkie has.

>Gilda was furious. She felt betrayed, but she had no choice but to comply.

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>"What do you think she's going to do? I DON'T WANT TO DIIIEEE!"

"Calm down, Pinkie. I'll try to call Norman, see if he's really with the Saint's Bro."

>You get your phone and dialed Norman.

>...

>He answers.

"Norman! You there?"

>>"Rainbro? Is that you?"

"Norman! I need to talk to you! About Gild-"

>Norman cuts her off at the mention of her name.

>>"Rainbro, really REALLY bad time to mention that. I'll talk to you tomorrow at school."

*beep*

>"Well? WELL?"

"Ugh, Norman's preoccupied. Says he can't talk until tomorrow.

>"I just hope I'm still alive until tomorrow!"

>Pinkie hops on over to her bed, holding Gummy tight.

>"Rainbow! What if Norman really IS in a gang?"

"Pinkie, I told you to calm down. I know Norman more than anyone. He won't join the Saint's Bro, let alone date my old friend."

>"W-well, alright, but if she tries to kill me, I'm going back to my dad's mineral farm!"

"sigh"

>Poor Pinkie.

 

Be Nolan

Your Mansion

 

>"More tea, Sir Nolan?"

"No thank you. You can take the night off."

>"Very good, sir."

 

>Your butler leaves you alone in your bedroom.

>You are alone.

>You walk to your little black board.

>There, scribbling and plans regarding future territorial dispute over your Saint's Bro and rival gangs are on that board.

>As you look on, you draw a new element on the board. You call it Norman.

>That element has a line attached to every rival gang.

>For you see, Norman's your key to winning the whole city.

>But even when your plans seems to come into motion, you can't help but to feel depressed.

>You walk over to your drawer.

>A picture of you and Vinyl stood above it.

"sigh"

>If only she hadn't worn the cursed necklace, she would have stayed normal and conscious.

>Vinyl. Your oldest and dearest friend.

>You would gladly give up your father's gang just to see her get well.

 

>You walk to your window and called Gilda.

>"Boss?"

"Gilda, how goes Norman's people in finding a cure for Vinyl once she's out of her coma?"

>"Sorry boss. I haven't gotten to Norman's people yet. My trail's too hot for the police."

>You made a sound of disappointment.

>After hanging up, you continued to look out the window.

>"Trouble sleeping, Nolan?"

"Wha-"

>You look behind to see Amy, by your doorway.

"Amy. How'd you get in my room?"

>"Come on, I have a spare key for my dear boyfriend's door. Eheh, you know~"

>She tries to flirt with you, but your mind's just too preoccupied.

>"What's the matter, lover?"

 

"Ehh, just torn between this business and my dreams."

>She sympathizes with you a bit.

>"Aye. You once told me that before your dad died, you wanted to be a theatre artist. An actor on Broadway."

"Well, that dream's crushed now. I have to live up to my dad's expectations and run this gang to its glory."

>"As always, my gloomy boyfriend circles around and around in the same gloomy problem he's had for over a year."

"haha..." you sarcastically replied.

>"You know, when in business, you talked with an iron throat. Scary to the normal man, or so your henchmen say, but when you're confronted with close people, you crack like a child."

"Well, at least I used my iron throat in some way than I expected. Scaring negotiators and my  men instead of shouting at a stage."

>Amy wanders off to your blackboard.

>"If you're so damn pissed over the gang, why not just quit?"

"Three reasons. One, my dad's last wish on his deathbed was to have this gang rule the city. Two, if I were to step down, there would be a power conflict. The only reason none of my men turns on me is because of their respect to my father. Lastly, this gang holds several legitimate businesses here in Canterlot. I can't just quit."

>Amy nods.

>"Well, Nolan. Maybe you have one shot at your way out of this,"

"Yeah? How?"

>She points to your blackboard. She points at your crudely drawn drawing of Norman in his super suit.

"Oh really? How exactly will he free me?"

>"I don't know. All we know is that he's the dent in your gang."

"Dent?"

>She smirks. She then points to Vinyl's picture.

>By then you realize that Norman and Vinyl are the only other things in your life that had made an impact on your gang.

>"Listen, Nolan. I don't tell you how to do your job, but I urge you to be nicer when you talk to Norman. He could be your greatest ally or greatest foe. "

>You nod.

 

>"Remember that." she said.

 

Be Brad

Shawarma Stand

 

>"Oh my gosh, Brad. This is delicious. I haven't eaten something like this back home!"

"I'm glad you liked it. You really need to lighten up."

>You pay the shawarma guy and head off to the city park.

>As you walk there, nostalgia of your adventure with Lyra and Norman comes to mind.

>Ahh, the teamwork, the fire up your ass, Vinyl as a monster.

>Good times.

*BUUURP*

"Whoa, you finished already? You really are hungry."

>"Well, I guess I was really into the work I'm doing. I mean, it could've really been part of my mission here."

"And your mission here was...?"

>"To find the stolen crown. An element of harmony."

"Wait, there are more elements than the ones we study at chemistry?"

>"These are different elements. Magical."

"Alright, I'll bite. Tell me everything, no matter how silly it sounds."

>"Well, it all started when I was lurking around Princess Celestia's castle at night. Suddenly I saw a cloaked mysterious figure steal one of the elements of harmony and went through a mysterious portal."

"And let me guess, the portal got you here?"

>"Yes. Spike even followed through. I know it sounds a bit crazy..."

"Nah, at this point, I believe you."

>"W-wait? You do?"

"Yeah, I mean, with all that's been happening in this city, your seems likely as well."

>"S-so, you don't think I'm crazy?"

"I used to, but now, I truly believe that you're telling the truth."

>She hugs your arm.

>"Thanks Brad."

 

>You feel something different, and this time, no boners.

>Something you haven't felt in a long time with women.

>Something...like lov-

*RING* *RING*

>Phone's ringing.

"Brad here."

>>"Brad, darling

"Rarity? What's up?"

>>"Listen, darling. You're not dating anyone yet, right?"

"Rarity, are you hitting on me? Because me and Norman already had a deal."

>>"What? Oh no, Brad. I'm just here to ask if you're free tomorrow night for a blind date."

>wat

"Rarity, what are yo-"

>>"Whoops, sorry got to run. Ta-ta~"

*Beep*

>"Who was that?" Twilight asked.

"I think it was Rarity. Told me she had a date for me tomorrow..."

>"Oh..."

>Twilight seemed sad.

"I still think it's a trap. I mean, Rarity's always trying to know what we've been doing the past few weeks."

>"Why can't we tell her again?"

"She's a gossip freak, and her sister's in the journalism club."

>"Oh, right. Strange, though. In my world, our Rarity hated gossip."

"I guess in this world, technology can change a person's personality a bit."

>You stop talking and stared at the starry night.

>"It's a beautiful night tonight, huh."

>You look at Twilight. Her cute face, beautiful smile.

"Sure is."

 

>"By the way, Brad. How do they make these 'Shawarmas'?"

"Err, I think they were made from horse meat or something."

>Twilight is shocked.

"W-WHAT!?"

>Oh god, did I just ruin the moment?

>"Oh Faust, I don't feel too good...BLEUAACH"

"Whoa, Twilight!"

>She pukes all over the side of the bench.

>So much for first impressions.

 

Be Derpy

Your home with Gilda

 

>Gilda's playing loud music. Rock and Roll, I think.

>Well, it's better than Wubstep, I suppose.

"Umm, Gilda, could keep the music down? It's 8:00 in the evening!"

>She doesn't hear you.

>You go to your radio and turned the volume down.

>"Hey! I was listening to that."

"Gilda, please. I'm not the only one living in this neighborhood. Please understand."

>"Ugh, fine."

>She grabs her phone and starts playing Robot Unicorn on it.

>You then go to the kitchen and started to chop some carrots and apples to serve as Gilda's dinner.

>Added a muffin for dessert, you go back to the living room and offered it to Gilda.

>"What the hell is this?"

"Apple slices, Carrot slices and a muffin."

>"No thanks. The muffin will have to do."

"Come on, Gilda. You're going to need your vegetables."

>"Ugh, you sound like a mother."

"Look, you're my guest, and I'd want you to be a bit more healthy than wallow in that couch forever eating burgers and chips."

>"Whatever, gray. I ain't eating vegetables."

>Such a child.

"Well, at least eat the apple. It's good for you."

>"Why are you so keen on making me eat this stuff? Is there something in these?"

"If I wanted to poison or knock you out, I would have just given you a cookie with sleeping powder."

>Gilda takes the plate and puts it on the table.

>You decide to try and make friends with her.

 

"Umm, so how did you and Norman meet?"

>"What is this? Twenty questions?"

"Err, no! I...I was just trying to be friendly, you know?"

>"Look kid, I appreciate you giving me some shelter, but I'm not here to make friends, alright?"

>You back up a little.

>"Besides, why do you care?"

"N-nothing. It's just that, I barely have anyone else to talk to here."

>"Aren't you friends with that carrot neighbour of yours?"

"She's more of a friend of a friend, I don't know her that well."

>"What about that green hooded girl? Aren't you guys friends?"

"No. I try to hang out with her, but I feel like I'm just forcing her to tolerate me. I see her more as a real life superhero, an alpha human that I could look up to, really."

>"And Norman?"

"I really don't know him."

>"If you didn't know him or his friends that well, then why the heck did you agree to having me here in the first place?"

"W-well, I never actually got to decline, but then again, I probably wouldn't want to decline."

>Gilda scratches her head.

>"Then why did you want me here?"

>You grab some comic books and gave it to her.

"I just... I just want to feel something. Be part of something bigger than just be...me in my boring life."

>Gilda skims through some pages.

>"sigh"

>She stands up and tries to talk some sense to you.

>"Look kid, this isn't all just fun and games. This is reality, not a comic book scenario. I'm not some supporting character. YOU'RE not some supporting character."

>You look into her serious, scary eyes.

>"Gray, Norman and I are into some serious business shit, alright? If some of my rival gangs found me here, I can't guarantee your safety."

"I know, but...I just..."

>"Derpy, I'm telling you this not as a stranger but as a friend. Don't treat all this shit like it's some fantasy story. If you wanted to make a difference, go to a soup kitchen, or help out calamity victims. This is all serious business."

>You just let out a nod and went back to the kitchen to eat some bread.

 

>Gilda on the other hand looks at  you. She doesn't really know you as much. She sees you as a kid who wants some excitement in her life.

>Out of pity, Gilda quickly eats the carrot slices, the apple slices and the muffin.

>"Here." She says, giving you the plate.

"Err.."

>"I'm going to turn over. Good night."

>And she heads off to the couch.

 

Be Norman

Norman's home

 

>You and your dad arrive home.

>As expected, your mom is shocked to see your dad with casts and bandages.

>>"Oh my, Richard. What happened?"

>The police guy barges in and tries to tell her that he had a work related accident back at the magazine factory.

>You just nod at whatever joke your dad comes up with to lighten the mood with  your mom.

>After the police guy said his goodbye, you and your dad come to the table to enjoy a meal.

 

>>"Goodness, Richard. I think working at that magazine factory is dangerous!"

>"Seriously? You want me to go back to being a cop?"

>>"Well, no. Just be careful next time, dear."

>"Yeah, yeah. I'm just glad a hobo lent a helping hand."

>>"It's a good thing those homeless people still have a conscience."

>"What? You have something against hobos?"

>>"Well, I guess I have SOME bias against them."

>Your dad looks at you. You're barely eating.

>"Norman, you alright?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. onomnom. It's delicious."

>"Err...so, sport. How was your day?"

"Pretty normal."

>"That's...uhh great."

>...

 

[[awkward silence intensifies]]

 

>You honestly can't say anything.

>You've had a long day, and most of them about the Saint's Bro.

>And Gilda. Can't really mention her her, can I?

>I need some time alone.

>You finish up your meal and put the dish at the sink.

>After which, you head upstairs.

>Locked the door, took your bag and head on out the night to beat some bad guys as a stress reliever.

 

Be Norman's Dad

Dining Room

 

>"Our boy's gone distant."

"I know. I feel like we've alienated him. He's our son for Faust's sake."

>"I'm just glad he didn't turn out to be one of those loner kids. What did they call them back then? Emo?"

"Heh. You got that right. I mean, luckily he has a harem of women to talk to."

>"I'm not so sure about that."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

>"Well, just a few hours ago, three girls came to our door looking for Norman."

"Really? Now women are going to him? Must be my superior genes."

>"Haha. Well, actually, they were looking for him after another girl took Norman away from them, apparently."

"Norman's starting girl wars for himself? That's my boy!"

>"Well, they said that the girl who took him away from their picnic was a white and purple haired girl who rides a motorcycle."

>You spit out your orange juice.

"W-WHAT?"

>"Oh dear. Was the juice going bad?"

"Wait, wait. An white-purple haired girl riding a motorcycle? Did they say who it was?"

>"Err... no, dear. Why? Was it important?"

>Shit. Was that Gilda?"

>Could Norman be a new member of the Saint's Bro?

"Ahem, excuse me, dear. I need to talk to Norman."

>You wiped your mouth and went upstairs.

>You held the door knob but it was locked.

"Norman!" You yelled, knocking at the door.

>"Richard, what's wrong?"

"Give me the key"

>She gave you the keys and unlocked the door.

>And as you turned on the lights, there was no one there.

>Only the open window of his room remained.

 

Be Norman

Walking Outside the streets

11:00 PM

 

>Walking, still thinking about the day.

>It's gonna be a long time before you get it out of your head.

>You look up the sky. Moonlight shines.

>It's a beautiful night, tonight.

 

>"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

 

>Sounds like someone's in trouble!

>You look left and right, forward and behind.

>No one's there.

>You quickly got your suit out of your bag.

>...

>You got the hobo suit. Bah, this will have to do.

>You quickly put it on and ran to where you heard the scream

>As you ran, you adjusted your helmet a bit.

>"AAAAAAAHHH, HELP!"

>You arrive at the alley way. A young woman getting crapped upon by three gangsters with pictures of a bulldog printed on their coats.

 

"Hey, get away from her!" You yelled

 

>>"Heh. Or what? You gonna beat us with your wine bottles? GET LOST, HOBO!"

>Yeah, fuck you too.

>You looked at your ring one more time. It passively glowed.

"Let's do this."

>You charged on to the man, tackling him to the ground.

>>"OOFF, HEY!"

>The two guys grabs your shoulders.

>You elbowed them without even turning your head to look.

>You took the man on the ground you tackled and threw him by the shirt to the other two.

>The power of your ring multiplies your strength, and they all ricochet out of the alley way.

 

"Heh, done with that."

>You look at the girl, scared and shivering.

>You took her by the hand, gently and told her to run away.

"Run. This place ain't safe."

>She nods and runs away without saying a word.

>As you look, you think to yourself what if you hadn't just took a walk outside.  You wondered if that woman would have been on the morning news, dead or raped if you hadn't been here.

>...

>Ahh well. At least that got my mind off the day.

>And with that, you walked back home.

 

Be Viri Scientia tracker

Rooftops

 

>You look through the binoculars. You had just seen him in action.

>You took out your phone and contacted your tracker buddies on the other side of the city.

"Hey bros, I found the hobo. Turns out he's a kid."

>"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, but damn that guy can throw. He just threw a 6 foot fat man onto two guys and they both landed on the other side of the street!"

>"Daaaamn. That must be the reason why Saint's Bro wants that guy."

"Yeah. I even got a picture of the guy before he went hobo. Thought he was suspicious."

>"Send it to us. We'll do a background check on our guys at the Police district."

>You send them the pictures of the hobo and the kid with the beanie.

"Yeah, I'll continue tracking the bastard. He's most likely going home."

 

Be Norman

Walking outside the streets

 

>You walk on all the way to your school.

>Jeez, you're tired.

>You then keep on walking until you stop by your school's tree.

>M-maybe I'll just take a nap here.

>It's been an exhausting day after all.

 

End of Chapter 31