Thread Topic: Alternate ending
“Are you sure? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Felix," Rasia insisted. "Everything's fine."
Felix sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair. All the air he had been holding in was now gone and replaced with some more air.
(Where are we going from here?)
(I have a plan where Axel starts freaking out in public and then the manager comes over. Alex and Felix instantly recognize him and so does the manager.
From there the manager gives directions to an abandoned church where Wermington can be cast out of Axel.)
(Does that sound okay? :D)
Rasia finished her food. "Should we head out now?" she asked.
"That sounds grea-"
Once again, Axel cut Felix off.
It wasn't with words, but with agonized screams of pure pain. The dark-haired boy gripped the sides of his head with his hands that were in tight fists.
Without warning, plates, chairs, and even people were lifted into the air. All except Rasia, Felix, and Axel.
"Hey, calm down!" Felix yelled, grabbing the boys shoulders.
"Felix, I don't think that's going to work," Rasia said, trying to figure out what to do in the situation.
"Maybe we can knock him out?” Felix asked.
"Felix!" Raisa reprimanded. She pulled Axel into her lap again hoping that what she had done before would work
But it was to no avail, for Axel started to claw at Rasia's clothes, leaving small rips in her outfit.
A man in a fancy suit came rushing over to the booth. Surprisingly, he wasn't flying in the air like everybody else in the restaurant.
He had a frying pan in his hand. Without skipping a beat, he knocked the pan on the side of Axel's head and knocked the boy out.
"Now wait just a second-!" Felix yelled, snapping out of his seat and grabbing the man by his shirt. “What the heck was that for?"
"What, you okay with knocking him out but not this guy?" Rasia muttered.
"I'm his brother. That comes with some unwanted privileges." Felix hissed to her.
“Do you not remember me?" The dark-haired man asked, raising one if his bushy eyebrows.
Rasia looked between the two men in confusion. How did this man know Felix?
Felix's face flooded with realization.
"Oh, oh my good grief! Rasia, this is the manager of the restaurant." Felix exclaimed excitedly. "He's an old family friend."
"Excuse me, I'm not old. My hair isn’t gray." The man chuckled, narrowing his eyes.
"You use dye,"
"Felix, I will give you a whooping."
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