Chapter 7: It’s people like you that makes this world rotten
"You're here faster than I expected, Devon."
The blonde man, now known as Devon, glared at Justin. He was dressed neatly, unlike the red-haired who had almost half his buttons undone and looked like a ruffian.
His rough hair added to that look quite well.
Devon, with a coat handing over his shoulder and neat black gloves on his hands, looked at the 'unconscious' Alice on the broken ground and scowled at him.
"Justin, how could you be so reckless?" He yelled at him after seeing the state Alice was in. "We were just discussing how to approach her and then you disappeared. I had my suspicion but I didn't think you were going to do something so rash. I should've known you were up to no good."
"What are you yelling at?" The red-haired, now known as Justin asked with his eyebrows furrowed. "I just came to see for myself if she was as big a deal as you guys were taking it." He acted like he was obligated and nothing was out of the ordinary. He acted haughty. "And look, she's not the extraordinary talent you lots were making her out to be. She's already down from a few punches."
"That's reckless and crazy, Justin. What would you have done if you had killed her?" He asked but Justin went silent, throwing his face aside as he picked his ear nonchalantly. And Devon stared in utter disbelief. "Don't tell me, were you really trying to kill her?" Justin stayed silent.
This gave Devon the answer. He was pissed. So pissed that he wanted to bury Justin in the ground but he contained himself and turned to Alice.
'Are they done?' Alice thought. 'Playing dead is making me sleepy. They should just conclude that I'm dead and leave already.'
Her plan was to sneak out of there and find a place to hide. A place where they would not be able to find her.
But before she knew it, her body was being lifted.