The sound of waves echoed in his ears as they crashed along the soft sand of the beach. A soft cool breeze lingered in the hair as Matt stretched his arms out before tucking them behind him as a pillow. It was the first day in a series of long ones that he had finally taken a break from the infirmary. The first thing he had done was gotten a tattoo that now only mildly ached on his chest as he reminded himself no to mess with it. The other was escaping to a quiet beach some where far way from city lights. The stars in the sky almost seemed endless as a few palm trees waved above his head. He wasn’t entirely sure what the beach was called or even the exact place but it was exactly what he had wanted, Matt wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to be there but as long as he was gone in the morning he doubted anyone would notice.

Something shot across the sky, its light brilliant before fading into the darkness as a yawn escaped his lips. He wasn’t tired, no he was, but there was a need to stay awake longer to put of the inevitable need to rest. Most where thoughts crushing his mind, everything that had happened at Deus, even before and he had been putting off the time to really think about any of them. Three years, three years he had been there but they felt as if they mattered little. No, not mattered wasn’t really the word but more or less that had done nothing, and very little meaning there. He had only recently won his first spar; his skills as Kasi put it were dismal at best. True Matt spent most of his time in the infirmary, doing whatever he could to help aid but that was just an excuse. It had always been an excuse to not take any sort of real responsibility and to avoid the real purpose of why he was at Deus to begin with. He had taken even more care in avoiding everyone, he had no one really to consider as a friend. There was Abbie but he felt as if he had bothered her enough and was for the most part reassured that she had own who cared a great deal about her than he could offer. There was Cee, but she was fun, nothing more than that, even if it ate under his skin that she was harder to lie to than others. It was as if she could see through the bluffs and it annoyed him, even more when she knew what he was really like.

For everyone else he just merely blended into the background, he was easily forgettable and he had done a great job at doing so. There was always a friendly smile on his face; he never said anything too loud or acted too much out of place. It was easy to move around unnoticed by anyone, easy to just merely play the role of a simple friendly doctor that was only beneficial when someone was harmed. No one knew how much Matt hated anything, how much he wanted to dispose of all those that threaten the human realm, no one knew how much he wanted to eradicate horsemen or the thought of getting revenge for his sister’s death. It was cliché, he had to admit, the typical older brother wanting revenge for his sister’s death but he never good at being original. She was, Sara always was great with new ideas, creating something from nothing, hell even her imagination was better. Truth however was if she knew how he really felt, how much hate and anger Matt hid from everyone she would have wept. Begged him to move on and forget, it was so typical, he thought as he started to laugh out loud. It was as if he was stuck in some dumb Disney movie, the plot was so stupid and even his own character was predictable as hell.

Matt kept laughing, his sides starting to pinch and ache from the lack of breathe as tears streamed down the side of his face. Of course he would be some sort of dumb character from a movie, he thought as he struggled to stop laughing. There would be some sort of friend, or love interest to appear and show him that everything he was thinking was wrong and so on and so forth and everything in the end would work out and he would such a better man afterwards. He took a few more deep breaths of air as he looked back up at the night sky. It was a reassuring thought that life wasn’t like a movie or that no one else would really care so much about someone that meant so little to start with. It was reassuring that he could continue slowly making himself more like monster than a prince.