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Thump
Thump
Thump
The echoing sound of heavy steps stopped the delinquent boys in their tracks. The atmosphere immediately changed, turning menacing. The teens felt their heartbeat increase, a lump in their throats, preventing them from breathing.
Thump
Thump
Thump
The older teens' eyes widen, some of them letting out a gasp realizing who was walking towards them. The signature pink hair, tattoos, and cold eyes that stare straight through you. Sovereign/Monarch of curses, a greatly feared and respected figure in the delinquent world. Immediately they kneel, hoping, praying they wouldn't be the next targets.
A couple of the younger teens whisper to one another, wondering who you are. The thumps come to an abrupt halt mere meters away from them. “Out of my way maggots”
The young boys move out of your way quickly, leaving their blond friend on the ground, still staring at you. They all tell him to get out of your way, but it's like he's away in his own world. Irritated, you pick him up by the collar of his uniform. “Tch, are you deaf or something blondie?”
Snapping out of his thoughts he immediately starts rambling, profusely apologizing. A sadistic smirk makes its way onto your lips, at his fearful expression.
"You know what, I think you need a little lesson in manners," you say, tightening your grip on his collar. "Maybe then you'll learn to respect your superiors."
The blond boy looks even more terrified now, you notice his friends looking at each other nervously. But you don't care. Wherever you step your foot becomes your turf, and this kid has overstayed his welcome.
Dragging him over to a nearby wall and slamming him against it, he yelps in pain on impact. "Listen up, kid," you say, getting in his face. "You're going to do exactly what I say, got it?"
The boy nods frantically, his eyes wide with fear. He looked as though he was about to cry, it made you smile. Being in control of others always pleased you, and this was no exception.
"First things first," you say, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a cigarette. "Light this for me."
The boy hesitates for a moment, searching his pockets for a lighter but finding none. He gulps, speaking up “I don’t have a lighter.” A vein popped in your temple at his words. However, before you could berate him, one of his friends yelled his name throwing him a lighter. The blondie barely caught it, taking the lighter he obediently lit the cigarette for you. You take a long drag, savoring the taste of the smoke in your lungs.
"Good boy," you say, blowing smoke in his face. "Now then, you see that guy over there?" You ask, pointing at one of the older teens, who had been beating him up.
“I want you to beat him to a bloody pulp.” Those words sent a shiver up his spine, he couldn't beat them up.
The boy looks at the older delinquent, then back at you, his eyes pleading. "Please, I don't want to do this," he whimpers. You grab him by the collar again, pulling him close to your face. "I don't care what you want," you growl. "Get on with it pussy-boy."
He nods, his eyes downcast. He shuffles over to the older teen, looking humiliated. You watch him for a moment, enjoying every second of it.
As he approaches the older teen, he hesitates for a moment. But then, he suddenly lunges forward, throwing a punch. It misses its target completely, and the older teen retaliates with a punch of his own. The blond boy stumbles back, but he doesn't give up. He keeps on fighting, even though he's clearly outmatched.
You watch the fight with a twisted sense of satisfaction. This is what you wanted, after all. But as the fight goes on, you start to feel a sense of unease. The boy is getting beaten to a pulp. Bleeding from his nose and mouth, and his eyes visibly starting to swell shut.
Taking one last drag of your cigarette, before throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it. “That's enough.” your booming voice surprising the two teens. Walking toward them the tension thickened once again.
“Get the hell out of here kid, and take your little friends with you.” At those words, the blond boy stumbles toward his friends. They immediately help him walk, one on each of his sides.
“As for you maggots, you’re an embarrassment to delinquents. Give up.”
This obviously aggravates the teens, but they don’t speak up. But one of them mumbles an obvious insult under his breath.”Got something to say? speak up maggot.”
The teen hesitates for a moment but then decides to speak up. “I said, that’s a lot coming from someone whose former name is the ‘Disgraced One” he says, his voice shaky, yet determined. The other teens nod in agreement, hyping each other up.
“We’ll see who’s disgraced once I’m done with you all.”
Taking a few steps forward, you crack your knuckles. The tension in the air is palpable as they size each other up, suddenly you lunge forward, aiming for the teen who spoke up. The punch lands directly in his jaw, and a loud crack sounds on impact.
The other teens gasp in horror as the teen who spoke up falls to the ground, clutching his jaw in pain. You stand over him, a sadistic grin on your face. The other teens in the group start backing away, realizing they fucked up.
“What's with those expressions?” you say, your voice low and menacing. “I thought you wanted to teach me a lesson” The other teens exchange nervous glances, unsure of what to do next. You turn to them, your eyes scanning their faces.
“Does anyone else want to challenge me?” you ask, your tone daring them to step forward. But they all shake their heads, backing away slowly. You watch as they disappear into the shadows, leaving you alone with the injured teen.
As you start leaving, you make sure to step on the injured teen on the ground. He lets out a pained grunt, your weight pressing down on his ribs. Stepping off him you make your way down the neighborhood street.