Summers' Purpose

Chapter 29

"I know. I understand how you feel about all this. I shouldn't be telling you, they told me you weren't ready. But I felt like you deserve to know. That's why I need you to promise that you wouldn't do anything on your own. The opportunity will come up, you just need to be patient until then."

"Until when, Monica? You want me to stand here while they torture my friend, put her through the hell I've been through?!"

Monica gripped Y/n's arms, looking her in the eye. "Listen Y/n. If you tried to look for her, they'll just move somewhere else. That's probably what they want as well, you waltzing right through their doors. I need you to trust that we're doing our best. There's too much at stake now. I trust you to do the right thing, all I'm asking is for you to trust me to do my job as well."

Y/n sobbed, agreeing to wait albeit with a heavy heart. "Thank you, Monica. For telling me, not keeping me in the dark." Monica nodded, rubbing Y/n's back to comfort her as a young man approached.

"Hey, you! It's really you!" He pointed directly at Y/n, his face red with anger.

Y/n recognized him immediately, wiping her tears away as she wondered what he was doing there.

"I hope you're sorry for what you did. You wanna know what happened after that day? Lucio's in the hospital, bedridden. Now there's no one to care for his sick wife! His young kid had to step up."

Monica was baffled at what was going on, trying to calm the young man down. Y/n stared at him. "Lucio?"

"Yeah, Lucio. The guy whose ribs you broke, you sick fuck," the young man spat at her.

"I don't understand... Well, he attacked first, didn't he? Nobody provoked him or the rest of you, but you guys just thought it'll be a great idea to jump both my friend and me? And you also threatened to harm innocent people, last I recalled. I'm not defending what I did but, you can't seriously tell me you didn't think there'd be no consequences to what you guys did?" Y/n tried reasoning.

"Consequences?! I wonder if people like you ever had to deal with that. The fact that you guys can look down and step on us, and no one would dare to stop you because you have powers is fucking stupid."

"Okay, stop this right now. You better leave before I call the cops," Monica said sternly, stepping in between them.

"Bitch, I don't care! Fuck the cops, fuck you, and especially you!" He pointed at Y/n. Monica got her phone out, dialing 911. The commotion had attracted the attention of passersby, wondering what was going on. "I bet you get to go home and sleep well tonight, not a care or a worry in the world. Must be nice to be you. So, I'm going to make sure that you pay for what you did."

"Look, you know nothing about me, so that means you don't get to talk about me. Just leave, man. It's not worth it," Y/n replied, wishing the young man would just walk away. Monica tried to pull Y/n away from the scene before anything else happened.

"Not before I leave you with something to remember me by." The young man suddenly lunged at Y/n, attacking her with a switchblade he pulled from his jacket. The crowd gasped in shock as they stepped back away from him. Y/n pushed Monica away, turning towards the young man.

She easily disarmed him, the switchblade clattering onto the ground. The man ran towards Y/n, knocking her onto the floor, which pissed her off. Before he managed to strike her, she shoved him off her, keeping in mind not to use her full strength. The man fell backward, quickly standing to square up against her again. Monica called out, advising Y/n to leave as some people in the crowd were already recording.

"Walk away," Y/n warned the young man. He ignored her, grabbing a loose brick nearby and hurling it at her. She caught it, crushing it as the young man's eyes filled with fear. He reached for another just as Y/n rushed to him, grabbing him by his shirt collar and lifting him up. "Let that go, and I'll let you walk away."