48 Hostile Kid (1/2)

The reflexes that I attained after fighting numerous foes was the only reason why I was able to raise me hand fast enough to block the bat.

It struck the hand intensely and for a moment I felt that the bones would break. But that moment passed and the bones in my hand were still intact.

The same couldn't be said for the wooden bat.

'The boy's not powerful enough.' I thought. But even that much would have been enough to knock me out cold if he had struck my face.

The boy looked at the broken bat with bewilderment and then at me and his expression changed to that of fear quickly.

The fear lasted only until his gaze met that of the little girl on the other side of the room. After that, it was replaced with determination.

The bat was broken now. But it's broken edges could have a use of it's own.

The boy took the handle like one would hold a knife and ran forward in order to pierce me with it.

Wrong choice.

The 3rd tier Defensive suit might not protect against blunt attacks but it cannot be cut or pierced so easily.

But still. Why take the chance to get hurt.

I moved my body with practiced ease as the broken bat missed my torso by inches before I caught hold of his hands.

I could see the panic in his eyes as he tried to squirm out of my grasp. He punched. He kicked. He scratched. He bit.

But he never made any noise.

'He knew about the abnormals out there.' I guessed. 'Maybe he doesn't want any more problems than he already has.'

'Maybe he just doesn't want the girl to be in any kind of danger.' Lily said and my attention when back to the girl who was at the point of crying by now.

She was scared. The fear was etched across her face as clear as a day. But she was also desperate. And worried.

'For him.' I thought and looked at the boy who was still tried to free his hand from my grasp.

The farce went on for a few seconds before I finally lost my patience.

”Stop.” I whispered in a harsh tone that suggested that I wouldn't take no for an answer.

And the boy stopped struggling.

Instead, he looked at me with eyes full of hate and an expression that filled with loathing and anger.

The boy was so hostile that I wondered if I had killed at some point during the apocalypse.

But then I saw it.

The worry and fear in his eyes as he take momentarily glance at the little girl.

But then the expression of loathing and hatred came back once again as he looked back at me.

”Stop struggling.” I said. This time in a gentle and tired voice.

I had not wanted to fight the boy when I saved him back there.

Just wanted to protect him.

I sighed.

”I am not your enemy.” I said slowly but the expression of hatred and loathing didn't diminish. And I wondered if what I was going to do was the right thing or not.