A/N: I just want to apologize before hand for all offensive wording. It is strictly for the chapter as I myself do not have these views and it broke my heart to write a person saying such things. I tried to keep it to a minimum as I can't even stand writing things like this. I didn't even write some words completely, just used * for certain letters. It's one of the reasons I've been putting off his chapter so long. I know I could have just written someone else's chapter first, but I have an order. I guess it's why I made this chapter so short.


Chapter 7
Token Black

They were surrounding him, pushing and shoving him, yanking his backpack from his hands and emptying the contents all over the pavement.

"What's wrong Porch Monkey? Can't even be bothered to defend yourself?" The North Parker spat in his face. Token cringed and ended up backing away, falling against another's firm chest. His arms were pinned to his sides as he was held in place, only able to glare up at his assaulters.

The one in front of him sent a heavily blow to his unprotected stomach. Token coughed, trying to desperately pull in air as the hit literally knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Fucking ni**er!" Another slapped him across the face and tossed his empty bag away. This was more than just high school bullying. Way, way more. Token was struck again and swore under his breath. "Come on ni**er! Fight back!" A kick flew into his stomach and his knees went weak, it was only the North Parker holding him that he didn't crash to the ground.

Token was coughing louder and spit out a mouthful of blood, forever staining the dirty concrete.

"Hey!" More than one head turned to the sudden voice behind them. Not Token's though. His head was just lolling useless on his neck.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Us? What the hell are you wearing man? What are you? Some kind of super hero?"

"That's exactly what I am."

A single quick blow had the leader sprawling on the ground. The others all took a step back before charging at the mysterious man.

No. Token finally lifted his head. They were charging at Mysterion!

Another went down with a well-placed kick and the third was thrown over Mysterion's shoulder and into a park bench with a groan. The last North Parker, the one holding Token, let the boy go and slowly took a few steps back before turning and running with his tail between his legs. Token fell and hit his knees against the pavement, using his hands to catch himself before he face planted.

Mysterion knelt before him and handed him his backpack with all his things neatly back inside. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, the bruises will heal."

"That's not what I meant. Are you okay?"

"No..No I'm not..."