Defenders Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 4 & 5

Chapter 4
Not very far from the field where Brandon is laying a car drives up to a pleasant looking suburban home. It pulls into the driveway and the engine quietly shuts off. The driver side door opens and a black umbrella unfurls to cover the woman as she exits the car. She quickly trots up to the front door. Rummaging through her purse, the woman balances the umbrella while she searches for her keys. Droplets of rain sneak past the umbrella as it sways with the woman’s movements. She soon finds the object of her search and opens the front door. The woman enters the house. She folds down her umbrella and gives it a couple shakes before closing the door.
After placing the umbrella in a ceramic holder molded to resemble a Great Dane, the woman removes her overcoat and then hangs it in the nearby closet. The mail is at her feet which she picks up. Kicking off her shoes and setting them by the door, she walks over to the coffee table, sifting the envelopes deciphering what is important and what is junk.
“More bills,” the woman says with a sigh before dropping the bundle of notarized paper on the table. Making her way to the dining room, she removes her purse and sets it on the dining room table. It is then that she notices something is out of place. She listens for a moment. The house is unusually quiet. Unusual because there have been many a day she has arrived home from work to the sound of a television mixed with rock music blazing from the radio in her son’s room. A pattern that has not been missed by a single beat until today. It annoyed her at first, but she has grown accustomed to jumbled noises emanating from upstairs. Not hearing the familiar annoyance tickles the woman’s curiosity.
“Brandon?” she called. No answer came to her. “Brandon, you home?” the woman calls again, walking to the stairs. Again, all she hears is silence. Now her curiosity is peaked. Brandon’s mother heads upstairs to his room. Opening the door, she can see that his room is still disorderly in order. Clothes, magazines and CDs sprawled across the floor, but each was kept in their own neat pile. Posters of various bands and movies decorated the walls, providing a background for the shelves littered with collections of action figures, model cars and statuettes of dragons and other mythical creatures, and skeletons riding motorcycles. The room is of adequate size; however, the amount of stuff made it seem more enclosed.
“The least he could’ve done was make his bed,” said Brandon’s mother, looking at the misshapen mass of sheet and pillows. She has become used to Brandon’s clutter and therefore, doesn’t mind it. “He’ll just clean it up when he gets home,” she says before closing the door.

Chapter 5
Sometime has passed since Brandon was struck twice by lightning and, amazingly, he is able to regain consciousness and slowly sit up. He rubs his head which is throbbing from pain. While he is sitting in the soggy grass trying to get himself together, questions began to race through his mind. ‘How could I’ve survived two lightning strikes in a row? Why wasn’t I killed? Why am I able to get up so easily?’ He looked at his clothes and hands while thinking, ‘Why aren’t my clothes singed or my hands burned?’ True, neither his hands nor his clothes were burned when he got struck. Brandon also checked his body and found that he is unscathed by the lightning strikes. The only evidence of Brandon ever being struck by lightning was the strong scent of static electricity in the air. With no recollection of how long it’s been since he was struck, Brandon got himself together and continued his way home.
Unknown to Brandon, he was being watched the whole time from the first lightning strike to him getting up and leaving the field. The figure in the black cloak had been standing out of sight at the entrance keeping a close eye on Brandon from a distance. The cloaked person assumed that Brandon was killed by the lightning until they saw how easily he stood up. Once Brandon is out of sight, the cloaked person turns and leaves the area, fading into empty space after a few steps.