Moved in
Part 4
By Blockhed13
Sonar opened my car door and opened my glove box. The quartet started to dig through my glove box, until Sonar found a pink paper. "Eh?"
"What is it Sonar?" Shepherd asked.
"It says here that the owner is Britt Reid." Sonar answered.
"Britt Reid? The guy who owns the newspaper and got shot a month ago?" Ryan asked.
"Unless you know another Britt Reid. But anyways, let's call him and tell him what's going on." Ty advised.
"Yeah, but how do we call him?" Shepherd asked.
Sonar grabbed my cell phone. "Like this, of course."
Lenore picked up the ringing phone, "Mister Reid's office."
"Hi, is mister Reid in right now?" Ryan asked.
"He's currently out for lunch. Can you leave your name and a message?"
Ryan hung up. "Well, he's out."
"Then call Britt's cell phone. You called his office." Ty answered.
"Right!" Ryan then called Britt's phone.
Britt picked up his phone, and saw that Kyle was calling. He answered. "Hey Ky, what's up?"
"Britt Reid?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah... Who is this?" Britt noticed it wasn't Kyle.
"Umm, I'm Ryan. I made friend's with Kyle. But anyways, he... Umm... Is currently knocked out bleeding. Everywhere." Ryan answered.
Britt jumped up. "Did you call 911?"
"No, no, he has no injuries, just a bloody nose and asleep." Ryan answered.
"Did you tell a school official?"
"Ehhhhhmmm... Take my word for it. They aren't gonna do anything about it." Ryan answered.
"It's that bad?" Britt asked.
"Yeah… So, you wanna come pick him up? Or should we drive him?" Ryan asked. Britt looked around for Kato, who was nowhere to be found.
"Can you drive him and his car back? My driver isn't around, and I can't get there and bring both cars back."
"Seriously?" Ryan asked.
"It's that or leave him there until my driver gets back. Take your pick." Britt gave.
"Okay. I'll drive him." Ryan acknowledged, then hung up. "Who want's to drive his car to his house?"
"You should. You're the leader." Ty offered.
"We'll follow behind you." Shepherd informed.
"Where does he live?" Ryan asked. Sonar handed him the pink slip of paper, "Ohhhhh, I know where that is."
Britt ran out to my parked car, with an awaiting quartet of boys lifting me out of my car.
"Britt Reid?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah. Can you drag him to the couch?"
They carried me to the couch. "Well, we better get going."
"No, stick around. I wanna know what happened to him." Britt asked. The four sat down.
"He defended a girl from the school bully. But he brought out his thug and knocked him out." Shepherd answered. The other three nodded in agreement.
Britt smirked his face. "He reminds me of me. Maybe I should go rip off a head of his favorite toy." Britt chuckled.
"Umm, can we go?" Ty asked.
"Not quite, why won't the school do anything about it?" Britt asked.
"Jack, the school bully, is the son of the principal there. So he never gets suspended." Ty answered.
"I see," Britt puzzled, then the phone rang. Britt picked it up, "Hello? Oh, hi…. I see….. Okay. I understand….. Yeah, I'll tell him, when he wakes up from his coma that your son gave him!" Britt slammed the receiver down, "Well, it seems like you five have just been suspended for a week."
"What?" the quartet choired.
"Get this, it's for "ditching school". I can see why you said they weren't gonna do a thing about it." Britt commented.
"Well, as long as we explain to our parents, who don't like the school either, we won't get grounded." Sonar explained. Britt nodded.
"You should come over the week you're suspended. Kyle would like the company." Britt suggested.
"We'll talk it over when we get home." Ryan answered.
It took awhile, but I finally came around and woke up. "Ugh….. What happened?"
"You got an ass-whoopin'." Britt answered. I rubbed my head, then collected my thoughts.
"Kie….." I sighed.
"Who's Kie?" Britt asked.
"The guy who kicked my ass. Jack's thug." I answered. Kato walked in the room.
"Your friends also said he used kung-fu against you. Can you show me what he did?" Kato asked.
"I don't remember much, he was too fast. I only remember the knockout blow." I told him.
"Okay, demonstrate it on me then." Kato asked. I nodded, and threw my fist in slow motion, arcing my punch from above his head straight to his chin and rolling my fist from his chin to his nose, then jabbing his forehead in slow motion in is forehead. I drew my fist away and he started thinking. "No…."
"No?" Britt asked.
"Well, a long time ago, when I lived on the streets, I had this one annoying kid. He always won a fight. Never lost. He never took kung-fu lessons, he made up his own form." Kato informed.
"One of those 'gifted child prodigies' kinda crap?" I commented. He nodded a tad puzzled, as if he was pondering.
"You could put it like that. But this one kid only lost to one person." Kato added,.
"Who?" I asked incredibly curious.
"Me," Kato answered. Britt and I leaned closer, "His form was incredibly sloppy, but in every fight before, he would always win by doing his signature knockout move. Which was as you demonstrated."
"So?" Britt asked.
"No one can mimic that move, because people always did the correct form. This could mean only one thing…" Kato pondered, "He's in Los Angeles."
"So?" I asked.
"Well, he did vow his revenge." Kato added.
"I say again, so?" I asked again, "He couldn't possibly know that you're here."
"And besides, you've gotten better. You aren't afraid of him, are you?" Britt asked. Kato shook his head.
"No, it isn't the fact that he's here that bothers me," Kato answered, "It's the fact that he was dead sixteen years ago that does."
