I managed to post this chapter. Of course I can't take all the credit since the first half was written by DiosBaraTiddies mostly but the last half was written by me. Everything here was also beta read by The Erudite so I thank two authors for their great help.
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The man's soft smile returned. "Why, of course we don't have to be so close. Just about half a foot to a foot apart. I'm not picky."
This could require some Hamon if he didn't stop creaking him out. The man sensed the tension that Simon felt. A glitter in the man's eye hinted something deranged.
"You know, I used to have a brother. And he looked just like you."
He wondered a little bit about what that brother could be like but not that much.
"He was such a good brother. Too bad he met his fate early." The man paused as an uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
" I can't speak to you and cry. I'm sorry he met that fate. If I knew him I would make sure he would be alright and I promise that tragedy will not happen too soon to anyone I know."
"Ah, you miss the point. I was the one who killed my brother." Simon swore he could feel the temperature drop several degrees. The man glanced at Simon, a twisted grin forming on his wrinkled face.
" Are you telling me this so I'll feel afraid before you try taking my life?"
"No, just thought you'd know."
Simon was creeped out enough. He was heading home now, but as he went on his way, he was unaware that his town was in trouble. A woman in her late thirties stood staring out a window. Her normally pretty face was twisted in hatred and her eyes were dark with intense anger.
"Maximilliene? Are you okay in there? You're awfully quiet, lieben." The brunette woman's face instantly changed to a brighter expression.
"Oh, darling, I'm worried about the townspeople," she replied, "Should we send more personnel?"
The man chuckled, wrapping an arm around his wife. "If that is what you wish," he said.
"It is, darling," she replied, her voice like honey as she rested her head against her husband's chest. Corrupting this town would be easier than she thought.
Simon needed to make sure his father was safe from all the chaos he could feel coming his way.
By now his father would be in his office lecturing fellow police officers about the proper use of their equipment and how he remained at the top of his game. The officers in the station wouldn't be a match for the people looking to take it over.
His father couldn't even use his special help when Simon's grandfather touched an Aztec relic that made something out of nothing become a close friend. His father came to dislike it, because he found it only hurt him when he tried activating the strength within.
Suddenly, the door was smashed down as people trying to take over the village stormed inside. The quick-moving masses attacked the officers, although some managed to fight back, firing ballistics at the people in their station.
Simon's father ran towards one intruder and slugged him in the head. He hadn't punched so hard since his wild days when he would get into bar fights. He could hit these pathetic men with only one hand. To them, the sensation was like being hit with an oversized pebble in their noses.
While they were rolling on the ground, holding their broken bones, Simon's father was glaring at them. He really found it despicable that they would attack a police station. Suddenly, two legs kicked together into Simon's fathers chest.
Simon's father wasn't afraid because those legs hurt so little the only way he would be scared is if he was against someone holding a big knife or a powerful gun. All he saw when his eyes adjusted after the pain was a skinny girl with her hands behind her back.
" Hi." She said nonchalantly. " Me and my men will be taking all of you away to work as our slaves. You seem to be the one my men are having the most trouble with so lucky you gets to fight me."
Simon's father was not below fighting a woman but only if she was doing something like leading an army of bandits to try to take over his town like this one was doing. He made a silent confession that he wanted God to forgive him before he revealed his pistol and fired at her.
Something strange had happened with her eyes. Now they looked similar to a campfire but searing blue. She looked to the right. When she did the bullets disappeared from their direction. It was outrageous to Simon's father since something like this has never happened before.
Out of nowhere a bar stool was falling towards Simon's father. It was close to falling on him and giving him a concussion. Fortunately for him Simon's father broke the stole with a well delivered punch. Speaking of punches, his own fist went right into his jaw.
" Strings can sew things but nothing can memorize things better than eyes." The bandit leader giggled muttering something Simon's father just thought was crazy. " They call it Scrap Eye."
Simon's father figured while she was gloating about whatever that was he would shot her, attempt to graze her in her right shoulder so he fired at her. However, when he fired at her those eyes of her went ablaze with laughter. She turned around laughing maniacally; a question stirred in the father's head why wasn't she shot. When she returned to him a small piece of metal hurt his right knee.
