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in a way, you could call us all animals. Just taking one scan into the hunger infested teenagers in the lunchroom and the theory was proved millions of times over. Not only did the adolescents give need for food, but also the spoils of lust and pride. For instance, you could see the boys in the jersys for football, or cricket flex as to the group of a few squealing girls. Likewise with a couple of the less fortunate boys, who stuffed their faces with whatever was on the menu and glared. he couldnt help grinning at the sight of what his life used to be like. staying away from the idiots in uniform and keeping quietly to himself. Now dont get me wrong, Sin in highschool was by no means quiet, and he played sports, but when it came to picking up girls and friends. He was on a whole other level. Sin had been the 'Nick' at his highschool. Just a more open and friendly type. Other boys werent intimadated by his wide open grins and teasing punches. In short, Sin had been the boy every one had liked save the few high ups that couldnt stand whatever jealousy that they held for him.... He glanced at his daughter. Maria held some of the same attributes he had, maybe wasnt quite so open and loud, but hey, thats a boy thing. Like Selene was she reserved and proud, and him snappy and standoffish. ( okay....That may of been her mothers things too) Yet despite all these differences and mixtures, he could see himself in the green eyes of an 18-almost-19 year old girl striding into the lunchroom with a quest not to be bothered than anyone other then a friend. Truth be told, it made him proud. Proud to know that his little girl could stand up to anyone, wether they be big or small. Nick Collier or that idiot little bunch of cheerleading girls.....
" Hey! what the hell do you think your doing roger?"
Sin's, or Sam's thoughts snapped as soon as he heard her indignant voice. Both Crimson eyes were brought casually up to the scene to be scanned. This so called "roger" boy held Marias arm in an upwards fashion that deemed uncomfortable. Her thin limb was held in a high twisted position that ensured the young girl wouldnt get away. An anger brewed in him that had never owned the mans body. It was the rage of a father who had a hurt daughter.
" your going to the dance with me hun..."
A gentle thud as she was pressed against the wall tightly. He turned his pupils to this casually. Roger, a 20 or so year old, was almost as large as a man he used to call George, and obviously stupid for being held back a few years. Which such size and stupidity it was plain as day as to why the coaches kept him on their teams. Sam himself only stood about 6'2, and held 180 pounds of muscle to his name, but what the young boy had that the other didn't was about 40 years of expirience in the military, with the body of an older teenage boy. One cocky shove was all it took to get the ogres attention. Roger turned his incredibly small head ( per ratio to body size of course) and growled at the new coming boy as expected
" you 'anna go toothpick?"
" no, meathead, i just pushed you for no reason"
Sin couldnt help but grin as the enraged young man charged at him. He couldnt help but feel of the stares of the crowd around him. this brute, he must not of been challenged a lot. Each gaze held murmurs of bets starting to form. If it had been the students choice, ''Sam'' would be six feet under in a couple seconds time.
...Well..
Each second held a year. Held a long miserable year he had stayed away from his family and on to the darkened battlegrounds that filled themselves with blood and misery. This roger kid, he couldnt copy that. No matter how many pounds he decided to try to lift in the weightroom, be it 13 or 300. This fight would end inveitably. There could be only one and only one outcome. It didnt matter of the bunches of boys and girls thought differently. A charging ox is only dangerous if the man doesnt have a gun so to speak. This newcomer didnt have a gun, but a bomb. Each careful movement lay eventual waste in it's path.
In short, it only took three seconds.
The first second consisted of sin pulling his fist behind his torso ever so slightly. This movement was to ensure the power behind what was expected. Sin was a man of a clean fight, and if he had the time would of removed the slightly bulky wedding ring attached to his ring finger. The first became the second second, and his arm whipped out like coiled steel. Every muscle on the boys arm tensed and unloaded the power it was gifted by. The veins popped out, the blood rushed. Two was to be three....
Crunch.
With in the fifth second of the twos encounter did Roger lay passed out on the floor. Blood burst through his nose on onto the ground. Each and every teenager ( including his daughter) stood or sat in silence, mouth gaping in complete and utter shock. No one had been expecting the giant to be knocked out, let alone clean by this man. There had never been something like this quite before..
Sam turned to his wide eye'd daughter and grinned
"come on, lets go find a table"
 TheBlackestWidow · Sat Sep 04, 2010 @ 06:03am · 0 Comments |
