"Make this quick… just go in, buy the chicken and get out" VIP slowly ordered Clark. "Promise" he replied but he had no intention of doing that. VIP waited for him outside for some time before he decided to walk it off, after all there was a party holding in the restaurant and judging by the time wasted Clark may have just joined the party. He strode to the refuse bin side, took a stone and threw it at the walk opposite the bin, he missed his target and it bounced off the wall, hit the bin and came straight to his head. Luckily, he dodged just in time "That's what aimless shooting gets you" VIP thought, but he didn't hear the sound of the stone hitting the ground. He turned abruptly to see a girl standing behind him, she was fair, with dark straight hair, pink lips, pointy eyebrows and big black eyes, she was wearing a blue short and a purple hanging top, she wore one of those age old slippers that had flowers in front of them, except that the one had flowers and the other had what looked like a space for the flower design but it wasn't there, then he looked his gaze back up to look at those eyes once more, they were staring straight at him fumingly. He blinked, the stone... it had hit her, "What are you doing playing with stones by this time of the night, you little brat" Airazor snapped. He looked left and right, they were the only people on the street, he felt a little insecure, like this girl was going to maim him or something. Then it hit him "little brat" she had called him 'little and brat' what was that suppose to mean, it was clearly an accident but ...… he tried calming down, he didn't want problems and surely not by this time. He turned to go away, he had taken five steps away when a hand gripped him, "You owe me an apology" she demanded "I'm not leaving you without one" "I know you're type.." she continued "You play risky plays in neighbourhood just for laughs, I bet it you saw me coming and purposely threw that stone to get at me, well goodnews you got me now you're gonna pay the price if you don't apologize" she yelled at him. " He looked once more across the street, what was this girl thinking, then that well as if they were being watched he looked up something had passed an then it moved to somewhere behind the bushes. "Look at me you" she yelled at him "What are you looking at, are you insane". They had slowly trodded off from the waste disposal site and ore far away. "Go home" VIP said slowly and coldly. "He speaks" She nagged " All that is left is to say I'm sorry" she said. "It's getting dangerous" VIP said "No!! say I'm so...…ry" she said. Something moved behind the bushes, he held her by the waist and swinged her aside right in time to avoid the blade that was thrown. It hit the wall behind them missing it's target. Two figures dashed out of the bushed to Airazor and three others from the roof above. They were surrounded. "You cheated…." one of the men spoke, "Cheaters get Beatings" He concluded pointing a club at them. "You're from the tournament" Airazor said a little too loudly for someone who was cornered by five armed men. "I didn't cheat…. you were just outmatched Greg" she said, again too confidently. VIP was not indulged by their discussions, he was rather calculating, from the way the held their weapons, they weren't much familiar with it-three held clubs and two swords. He could handle them alone, all he needed was this girl to stay away from harm .... the girl!!!. he looked she had dashed at two of them. She kicked the Greg right in the balls, he fell rather hopelessly-couldn't even swing his club. The other guy tried to fling a few punches until he got hit in the abdomen and on the eye-to the ground he went and off she went to the third and fourth, the fifth however put up a big fight and got a one point a small quack on the shoulder, no injuries there, his face however was a mass of bruises when she was done with him. VIP stood there adorning her fighting skills "she could really defend herself", she swinged her neatly packed hair sideways as she slowly moved closer to him, she had a look in her eyes that made him fearful but in a romantic kind of way, she got closer until she was an inch away from him, her eyes were locked unto his and her lips inches away from his. Then that devious smile found its way back to her face and before he could take a step backward a severe bow was landed on his stomach. "You lead me to them, you bate" she screamed inserting another punch to his face, just above his cheeks. He flew backwards and slammed the electric pole behind him, what was the problem with this girl, first she follows him away despite his repeated warning to go home, next she beats up the ambushers and then she blames him for drawing her out… as if. She dashed towards him again, she still hadn't gotten enough, well he has, so he dodged the fatal blow that was coming his way. Fortunately but Unfortunately the blow landed on the pole and the pole and was falling straight on them. She stood looking at the pole as it was loosing its pillars due to her heavy punch, Thank God he dodge that he may have ended put unconscious. But no time to play sorry, he dashed forward, gripped her by the waist and off to the right avoiding the rash destruction that the pole caused to the soil. She looked at him with an expression of half-thanks and half-apology. She then turned to look at the fallen pole, power had gone out of the city and multiple trees were destroyed. Thank God no life was lost not even any of those fools that ambush them got injured, but still the damages. VIP could guess look in eyes even though she was backing him and he knew that feeling, who more could know it than him, the feeling of being abnormal...…"Thank you for saving me" she muttered but received no response, she turned but he was already gone, with no tracts or sounds, just like he disappeared. He was on top of a house sitting, just thinking of it all, the first time he used his power, the injuries it caused, the pain it inflicted on him, the lives that were lost. He looked at his feet, they were vibrating, he was going to have one of those nights...…
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Clark came out of the restaurant, "Who knew that my favourite chicken restaurant was where the archery champion worked as a delivery girl", "worked' seemed kinda hard, let's say it was more of a family business" "How come I have never seen her for all my years of patronizing their business" "Well she the delivery girl for home deliveries" Clark soliloquized as he walked out of the restaurant, "They sure knew how to throw a party, there was lights and music, and dance, and fun…. i should try it with VIP?" "Oh yeahhh he's the no-party type of guy". "Speaking of the devil….where's him". Clark had reached their departure point but VIP was nowhere to be found. Then the thought hit him, he shouldn't have stayed that long, he remembered how cranky VIP gets when he sees a complete family, such a crybaby…. he could have just come in, there was plenty of food to go along...… and what happened to the lights, it seemed like there was a blackout in the city "so that was why the music stopped" Clark said to himself. "That party could have gone on all night" "Damn" he muttered
"Mister you left you're wallet" a woman came running to him, she was to be in her late forties but still looked like a teenager, eloquent in all standards with thick black flowing hair and big black eyes, those set of eye's that keep you staring at them even when they looked away. "Thanks… totally forgot this" he replied taking his wallet to make his leave. "Forgive me for taking a peek but I saw a picture of Medellin in your wallet, Do you go there" She inquired politely. "Yes….second year's actually" he replied back to her. "Why, is there...a problem" he asking hesitating. "Not at all…. my daughter is going to be going there this season… she left to take out the trash some minutes after you came in" she said. "Her name's". "AIRAZOR" Clark said cutting her off rather unintentionally. "I guess you were at the tournament" she said shying away. The woman exploded "Didn't know she'd get famous" she said a little bitterly but in between the laugh. "It just….. I don't know anyone there and parents only visit twice in a month…. so I need you to...…" she topped hesitating. "Keep an eye out for you" Clark said completing the sentence. "Yes" she confirmed. He smiled, it was just a normal mother worry for someone who is sending her daughter to a boarding school for the first time, he understood. "What's you're name, You do live around" she asked rushing before actually thinking of the words. "You mean you don't know my name" He asked a little shocked. "I've been buying chicken from you since as long as I could remember" "My name..... in on your customer ...hall of honor" "No. 1...as a matter of fact" he said in between in each word before calming down. She opened her mouth to apologize but no words came out. "It's Clark, Clark Gibbons" he said after some awkward moments of silence. "I am a second year student of Medellin Academy ….. I live at #7 Peters Street Otegare". "I'll take my leave then…. but anytime you need a very delicious spicy chicken meal.. you know who to call" She said leaving. Clark turned to himself "You must say that a lot to avoid discussions, can't wait to see you at the academy" he muttered. He looked up all he wanted was a night's stroll
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