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"What do you think you're doing?" asked one of the bullies. They pushed 9-year-old Hector to the ground. There were 6 of them, 15-year-old bullies.
Hector was a frequent target of their taunting because of his weight. He was a bit 'larger' than they were, which made the bullies think that they were better.
"I told you before; you're not allowed on this sidewalk anymore. It belongs to us," the leader declared, making the others laugh. His face growing red from rage, Hector stood up on his feet.
"But my house ids over there!" he objected, pointing to a white house not 15 years away. The bully advanced towards Hector, "Hey, I don't care where your house is, alright. This is my sidewalk, and you are not allowed to walk on it.
Tears sprung to Hector's eyes. He didn't deserve this. When he tried to walk past them, he was pushed down and kicked at. "Basta! Basta!" he shouted, "Enough! Enough!"
As hard as he tried to stop them, the attacks kept coming.
A man stood, leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, face hidden by shadows. He watched the cruel, terrible scene with unblinking eyes. Though he had the power to stop the bullies, he did nothing. This was the boy. This was the boy who would help him on the road to greatness.
After what seemed like an eternity to Hector, the bullies left, and slowly he stood, bloody and bruised.
The man walked towards him. "Hector Robison," he said in a smooth, soothing, almost evil voice, "I have a…business proposition for you.
"I'm sure you've heard of me. My name is Capricorn." Hector listened to him talking, his trusting eyes glued to the man's sly face. By nightfall, an agreement had been made between the 9-year-old boy and 22-year-old man. He was going to start an empire based off of fear and cruelty.
With some training, Hector would become Capricorn's right-hand man, but under a new name, an alias. Basta. Enough.
Capricorn's long, slender fingers handed Basta a knife. He was going bully-hunting, getting even.