Chapter 45: Monster to fight monster
Chapter 44
Rulo groaned in pain, blinking in shock as his head spun from the impact. His ears rang, and for a moment, the world tilted sideways. He froze when Kaizen pulled his palm away from his face, and he could finally see who had just attacked him.
What in the world? That can’t be, no way did that just happen. Rulo remained on the floor, his nose stained with blood as he stared wide eyed at Kaizen who hovered above him.
"H—how? What just happened? You...your speed, how?" Rulo groaned out, barely able to keep himself awake because of how hard he had hit his head.
"Rulo." Kaizen called his name, leaning down as his cold gaze bore into Rulo’s eyes.
"The next time you see me, mind your God damn business, ignore me...go the other fucking way. Stay far away from me. Because the next time this happens again, it wouldn’t end with just this, your head would have snapped off your body if I hadn’t held back in the last moment. I’m not the same boy you once knew, so be careful...this would be the only time I warn you, the next time you challenge me, someone would end up dead, and it most definitely wouldn’t be me. Don’t test my patience next time." Those were the most words Kaizen had ever spoked to Rulo, and it was extremely satisfying.
After so many long years, he finally got a chance to fight back, but still...he didn’t want to overdo it. If he decided to satisfy himself and get his revenge for so many years of bullying, this would have ended a lot differently. Infact, no one would be able to recognize his damn face when he was done.
Rulo was dumbfounded, and mostly...fear, real fear had taken over him. What had Kaizen become...and why did his body feel powerless against whatever power Kaizen now weilded. It was like an involuntary submission, like he’d been hypnotized by something. Because, all he did was just nod in response to all Kaizen had said.
When Kaizen noticed Rulo wasn’t retaliating or trying to reply, he quietly stood back up and walked away, leaving Rulo’s head still half buried in the dirt.
He can help himself up, son of a bitch.
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In the Capital