Archard left the gym, holding his bag in his hand. He glanced down at his watch, and sighed. Too soon to catch the bus..., he mused, before turning on his heel, and walking away from the bus stop.
His cargo shorts hit his knees, as his sleeveless shirt let the wind freshen him up after the shower he took after his daily training. Cracking his neck, Archard entered an alley, and soon heard cheers and loud screams. Jogging to see what the commotion was about, he stopped, and looked on as a crowd of people were gathered around two people, who seemed to be fighting.
Street fights?..., he asked his own thoughts, and shrugged. Pulling some people back slowly, several pushed him out of anger, "Can't you see I'm watching these fuckers fight? Jackass!" To not cause even more commotion, Archard kept himself collected, and shook his head, "My apologies!" he said sincerely, as the man kept pushing him, "You think you're smart boy-o?" the man said, before scratching his long and harsh beard.
Archard had enough, letting his bag fall to the floor. He picked the man up by his collar, and looked him dead in the eye, "Listen, 'druggo', talk to me like this again, I'll shove my whole arm down your fucking throat, and rip out your heart! Now scram!" he ordered, throwing the man onto the ground. Many stared at him, a fifteen year old boy, picking up a huge man. Some quickly vanished with fear, leaving only the man on the floor, and those who were fighting. A woman, and another man.
The man got up to his feet, and clenched his jaw. But quickly turned away, running like a scared mouse. One of the fighters came to Archard, and poked him, "I was having fun, kicking this bitch while people watched ya know," he said, smirking. Archard looked over him, as he stood taller than the man, and waved at the woman, who seemed to not be a pushover either. Suddenly, the man started gasping for air, as his own shadow grabbed his neck and held it with extreme force.
A darkness cloak formed around Archard, and he grinned mischievously. "I usually have fun punishing assholes!" he growled, before the shadow let the man go, who held his throat, as if someone had tried to strangle him. Then, the man gazed at Archard's lips. 'Fuck Off'. Was all that the man read, before running of, clearly frightened.
Archard then gazed at the woman. She was bruised, but not blood just yet. She, however, had a black eye. He didn't approach her though, but narrowed his eyes. Surely, she had understood he was a mutant, but he didn't mind. What was she gonna do? Call the police? Archard would get rid of them as easily as he did with the huge crowd, "You let that idiot push you around?" he questioned her, as a shadow brought him his bag.
Last edited by Archard Kaaos on Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:45 pm; edited 1 time in total
His cargo shorts hit his knees, as his sleeveless shirt let the wind freshen him up after the shower he took after his daily training. Cracking his neck, Archard entered an alley, and soon heard cheers and loud screams. Jogging to see what the commotion was about, he stopped, and looked on as a crowd of people were gathered around two people, who seemed to be fighting.
Street fights?..., he asked his own thoughts, and shrugged. Pulling some people back slowly, several pushed him out of anger, "Can't you see I'm watching these fuckers fight? Jackass!" To not cause even more commotion, Archard kept himself collected, and shook his head, "My apologies!" he said sincerely, as the man kept pushing him, "You think you're smart boy-o?" the man said, before scratching his long and harsh beard.
Archard had enough, letting his bag fall to the floor. He picked the man up by his collar, and looked him dead in the eye, "Listen, 'druggo', talk to me like this again, I'll shove my whole arm down your fucking throat, and rip out your heart! Now scram!" he ordered, throwing the man onto the ground. Many stared at him, a fifteen year old boy, picking up a huge man. Some quickly vanished with fear, leaving only the man on the floor, and those who were fighting. A woman, and another man.
The man got up to his feet, and clenched his jaw. But quickly turned away, running like a scared mouse. One of the fighters came to Archard, and poked him, "I was having fun, kicking this bitch while people watched ya know," he said, smirking. Archard looked over him, as he stood taller than the man, and waved at the woman, who seemed to not be a pushover either. Suddenly, the man started gasping for air, as his own shadow grabbed his neck and held it with extreme force.
A darkness cloak formed around Archard, and he grinned mischievously. "I usually have fun punishing assholes!" he growled, before the shadow let the man go, who held his throat, as if someone had tried to strangle him. Then, the man gazed at Archard's lips. 'Fuck Off'. Was all that the man read, before running of, clearly frightened.
Archard then gazed at the woman. She was bruised, but not blood just yet. She, however, had a black eye. He didn't approach her though, but narrowed his eyes. Surely, she had understood he was a mutant, but he didn't mind. What was she gonna do? Call the police? Archard would get rid of them as easily as he did with the huge crowd, "You let that idiot push you around?" he questioned her, as a shadow brought him his bag.
Last edited by Archard Kaaos on Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:45 pm; edited 1 time in total