My System & My Academy of Superpowers

They both were standing in front of Ryan's unconscious body. They were confused, scared about how the marks healed on themselves.

"What do you think must have happened?" Devon asked.

"I am confused as you are. I don't know."

"I can't believe you tried killing him."

"I told you, he stole my items. They had a mark of being mine!" He raised his voice. Devon looked down then raised his eyes at Ryan.

'Why? Was it deliberate?' Devon wondered looking at Ryan. 

"Check him. Frisk him, inspect his body." Devon ordered, he turned around. 

He could not bring himself to believe his friend did something like this. The work of a thief. He placed his hand over his forehead and waited for Brandon. 

"Nothing," he reported.

Devon turned around, "Check his bag then, check everything unless you find your items."

"I will make it quick," Brandon walked out of the seats and stood in the aisle. 

"Do you feel the bond?" Devon asked. 

"Yes, I do. It's very, very, very close still it's not mine." Brandon replied.

With his super-fast speed, he started checking Ryan's every luggage bag he kept with him in the trunk. He went through his every and kept everything as it was before that too within a few minutes. 

"No. I can't find them!" Brandon shouted as he threw his hand.

"Then search the whole airplane." Brandon's eyes went wide.

"D-  do I have the permission?" Devon looked away. Brandon kept staring at his back.

"Hm" Devon nodded and a smile appeared on Brandon's face.

"Blood magic: Ultra speed, ultra senses, ultra vision," Brandon muttered. 

'I hate his magic.' Devon thought. 

"Search for MY items. Activate" Brandon vanished, the air around Devon rushed all over, throwing Devon almost down on the ground.

'At least take off after checking your surroundings.' Devon got back his balance. 

*****

"No. Find him! I want you to keep an eye on him!" Mr. Heffley shouted through the voice device. 

"Sir, we are giving our best. We know he is on the plane. We will bring his body to you."

"Alive! I want him alive!"

"Yes, yes, sir. Please let us do our work now," he hung up the call. 

They both exchanged glances, "Let's go."

"Getting him alive… out of here? It's impossible." 

"I know, we have no other choice." they both started walking out of the airport. 

Many students were coming out at the same time. A sudden crowd formed around the plaza. It was the time when the flight would take off.

Inside the plane, Brandon was rushing all around the airplane searching for his items but as far he went the weaker his bond with his items felt. 

After using his blood kinesis and activating the ultra state, everything was at its top peak. His skills, his senses, his speed, his physic. Everything. 

He stopped when he reached the end of the economy class. He saw students had started to board the flight. He panicked. Leaving the site, he bolted towards the first class. 

Suddenly, a thought knocked his head. He had not checked his room yet. Changing the course, he ran towards his room. 

'I told him to close the door,' he saw his room's door half-open. He pushed the door, it banged loudly. 

He rushed inside his room. His room was not scattered. He expected his room to be all over the place. His eyes fell on the half-opened drawer.

"That's my drawer," he took a few steps, "It's open," He pulled it out, "And it's empty," rage started reaching his head again. 

His eyes glowed red, he did his best to control his anger, 'This is useless,' he sighed.

'I can't believe it. My items are not on the whole airplane. Just where did you hide it?' his eyes sparked again. 

His fist lifted up in the air. He found it hard to control his anger. Brandon landed a loud punch in his room's door and walked out of the compartment, to the first class.

[ The door is damaged ]

[ System alert. Your defense has gone down. Repair the door ]

His punch left the advanced-tier door with a light puncture. The metal had a dent on it, going inwards. A light scratch on the door.

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"Did you find it?" Devon asked although he knew he had not found his items. 

"No. I didn't. It's not in the airplane." 

"Well, did you check your room? You are searching all over and they might be in your-"

"They are not there." his eyes glowed red, "They are not! I checked my room… literally the last thing I did,"

"Do you sense your items nearby?"

"Yes," he roamed around, "Right here. Whenever I come here, I can sense them. The bond is the strongest here." 

'Their bond is way too strong. No normal bond can let the vampire sense his item this long.' Devon thought. 

"Do you think Ryan still has the items? They can't be out of the airplane can they?"

"No. they are not out of the first class. But they are not with Ryan either." Brandon gave Ryan another look.

"Okay. then calm down for a while. We will find a way to get your items back. Unfortunately, we don't have cameras in the plane, we will get no help from the technology,"

"Then I will do it the old school. Gotta rely on my vampire instincts then," Brandon's eyes glowed red again. His white retina started changing red.

"Brandon! Brandon," Devon grabbed his hand, "Students and teachers are boarding the plane. And you still haven't got control over your anger, your eyes are blood red."

Brandon realized his anger was taking over him again.

"Go to the washroom. Don't come out. I will contact you using the hairband." Devon pushed him in the direction of washrooms. 

Brandon silently went inside the washroom and closed the door. Devon sighed. 'Now gotta take care of you before anyone comes,' Devon turned around. 

He was preparing to cover Ryan's body and show it like he is sleeping, no one could doubt it either as it was already midnight. 

'Now the covers,' he was about to pull out the covers when he heard someone's footsteps.

Vampires can't sense humans from a distance, they are only able to sense other vampires. They can only hear, smell humans from a distance.

He panicked to see a pretty, tall girl standing in front of him with a confused expression.

"W- what the fuck did you do to him?" she asked.