“Akana!” The mother cried, panicked. Thrash, having seen enough, ran to the girl, outstanding speed. He would surely reach the girl in time. However, things were not so easy. A violent wind started up, stirring dirt into the air, and pushing Thrash back. Thrash couldn’t see a thing, and felt strange, not used to the slight feeling of confusion within him. As suddenly as it began, it ended. Thrash knew it by now; the girl had hit the wall for sure. A voice then penetrated the now settling dust, and his doubt of the girl’s life.
“Now now, that’s pretty damn cruel, don’t ya think? After all, she’s just a kid, and kids do that.”
The dust finally cleared away, revealing that the girl was in fact safe, not by Thrash, but rather another boy. He had deep gray-blue hair, with a single, bright cerulean bang. He had red eyes, with crimson slit-pupils, paper-white skin. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt whose shade was only a bit darker than that of his hair, a fishnet under it, black jeans, and several belts, more than needed for holding up pants, for sure.
He set the girl down, and she ran to her worried mother, hiding behind her. “Besides, it’s stupid to do something like this, especially if I’m in the vicinity.”
The Wall of a man was surprised, but shook it off. “Whazzat? Stupid?” He asked gruffly. “why, I’ll show ya, ya li’l punk, b*****d!” He rushed towards the boy, an angry look in his eyes. He raised a fist the size of a large rock, bringing it down hard…
And missing the boy. “Too slow!” He piped, taunting the Wall from behind. The Wall grunted, turning, trying to strike him. “Ya damn little blue-haired…”
“Ya know, I don’t like opponents who talk too much.” He said, once again behind the Wall, contradicting himself. With that, he jumped onto the man’s shoulders, pushed off them into the air, and planted a boot right in his face, knocking him back and onto the ground, then landing on him. He jumped up once more, coming down with much force, winding the already defeated man, who then groaned. He left it at that.
“Behave now, or I might come back. I’m sure I could get a fair amount of Krystali for turning someone like you in.” The boy smirked, and turned to walk away, holding up a hand to signal the crowd to kill the applause, please. The crowd then slowly began to disperse, and go back about their normal routines.
((Mind you, this is not done in chapters. I just finish where I think is best, and then I pick up from there on the next entry. This novel....I guess you could call this a "rough draft." There's still a lot that I need to work out.))
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"There we go, one muzzled queen! But not you, her. You were great, I loved your speech there, especially the b***h-a** stuff. Very good, very enlightening."
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