AN:I have to stop for a while K?
"Yeah! Another strike! Go!" shouted Exon, swaying his sword back and forth as he slashed a wooden barrow in half.
Then, THEY came, with Marrok leading the "GANG".
Ever since Exon's father went missing, Marrok had been venting his anger all on Exon. This time, it was serious. Marrok brought an axe! He was going to butcher Exon in that small alley with his terrifying posse of bullies.
"Hey punching bag! Your Daddy's not here to wipe your butt anymore. And guess what? I'm furious today!" smirked Marrok.
"Exon… its now or never…" hissed an anonymous voice.
He knew he should, but Exon just couldn't use IT. He simply couldn't! The consequences would be unimaginably horrifying.
"You're dead, punk!" Marrok shouted, charging at Exon.
Exon picked up his sword, attempting to defend himself, but the flimsy sword was just no matched with the mighty axe and the sheer strength of Marrok's muscles.
"NOW!" screamed the voice in panic.
Everything just happened at once, and so fast, he could barely register everything that was happening. His mind flashed with images and memories…
Gripping his head, he remembered his father taking off on THE Journey, him patting his head, promising to be back quickly, the endless hours of waiting day after day by the door, all the abuse Marrok showered upon him, the incessant taunting, the mocking, the laughing, and…a monster!
Suddenly, his eyes turned a sharp green.
They were the eyes of a tiger hunting its prey.
"EXON!" yelled the voice again.
A bright light blurred his vision and he felt like his head was splitting apart. He moaned in pain. For a second, he felt like he was being torn into two. At the moment where Exon felt like he was going to faint from all the agony, his eyes faded back to ordinary black.
By then, the rest of Marrok's gang had run away hollering and screaming. Fear had overpowered their shallow bullying hearts and they abandoned the bully mission.
Marrok had been approaching slowly. He was drinking in the moment, the moment of power and control, and the look of fear in his cousin's eyes.
But fury at his gang leaving him because they were scared of his wimpy cousin caused him to pick up speed and dash forward.
Marrok lunged forward with a yell. Exon dodged a few shots and tried to tell him to stop, but seeing there was no hope at all and with the weapon fearfully close to his chest, he shut his eyes tight and whipped out a card.
Light comprising of different colors and varying shades, started to spill out, blinding everyone.
Grunts and shouts were heard as they closed their eyes against the brightness. But when they opened their eyes in confusion, Exon was gone!
Marrok bellowed in anger, kicking a wall.
Suddenly, a dark figured man who'd appeared out of nowhere patted Marrok on the back.
Then, Marrok too used a card, and lights splashed the dark alley. When the light, which was strangely much more purple in color, disappeared, the alley was completely empty.
Or that's what it seemed like.
A few seconds later, there was a quiet, faint, sound of light and quick footsteps.
A shadow skulked around the corner and walked away.
He had seen everything!