16. Relentless

After a bit more of chatting, people started to go back their homes, which made the protector feel grateful because he wanted to go since they started talking about The Protector. He promised to come back, although he wasn’t sure when would that be. 

Still being around three in the morning, he didn’t use his supernatural speed to go home, he walked as a normal human. Almost normal because all the clothes that hid his identity. Almost normal because he wasn’t scared of thieves anymore, none of them would be able to touch him even if they had a gun. Almost normal because he could go out from his home so late or so early without anyone to notice, not even the security system that kept The House safe from intruders. 

Almost normal because he was a twenty-three-year-old boy worried about his future and how long it would be. 

He liked the peacefulness which came that early in the morning. Less cars and people in the street, less noise and less movement. The noisier elements were the dogs from here and there, barking from distant houses, and the sporadic vehicles that traveled in speeds higher than permitted. It was similar to the quietness that surrounded him up in the mountain every time he left his body fell to the ground from exhaustion.

When he wasn’t paying attention, his mind wandered off about the group’s reunion. He was past the analysis of the members, even of their purpose or topics to talk. Now he was thinking about his own goals with them.

Long ago, a month after discovering his new role, he said goodbye to his friends, figuratively. For how his family was treated, he decided that it was for the best that he didn’t go out with them anymore; and when he eliminated his personal social network’s accounts and changed his cellphone number, he got out of reach for them. He did it to protect them, even if anyone could misunderstand it.

And now, he got to meet people again, who may want to become close to him, if what everybody said about his calming abilities were true. He didn’t want to get attached; he knew he couldn’t. Even so, being with them gave him peace for a little bit; it allowed him to forget who he really was. Thesaurus was about to become his alter ego, his normal version of him, until they retake the Protector’s talk or he overcome his frustrations.

Either way, he couldn’t be like a kid getting all excited about making new friends. He wasn’t feeling like if out of nowhere he had found a lot of energy to became relentless in his trainings and common activities. He wasn’t feeling nothing at all, though. So, he hoped time would give him the answer to what to feel.