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Chapter 12

Simon POV

I had to check every few hundred meters if the little runt that I knocked out an hour ago was still draped over my shoulder since I don't feel any pressure at all from the small body. This kid is really much too light.

Me and my men were almost at the rendezvous point where a boat was waiting for them, but if there is one thing I had learned in all his years immerged into the darker side of this world, it's to always expect some struggle before the finish line.

So I was not that surprised when one of my men yelled that he spotted some enemies as he was hit not too gently on the head by a large club.

'Ye're got someth'ng of mine and I don't take well to thiefs.'

A sigh escapes my lips as the group of Outcasts start to battle my men and Alvin walked towards me.

'I'm impressed Alvin. And here I thought you were as stupid as a chicken, but turns out you got more the brains of a yack.'

Alvin looks at me with a face I recognize all too well; a face of incomprehension.

'Who in the name of Thor are ye and what are ye doin' with me prize?'

'Aaand you went back to the chicken brain again.'

I almost starting laughing out loud as the Outcast leader sputtered a few inaudible words trying to process what I said.

His face then quickly morphed into one of anger as he figured out that a cornered unfamiliar man was casually insulting him.

So my dear brother doesn't recognise me? What a shock. I rolled my eyes. Well who can blame him, we haven't seen each other wince we were kids.

I immediately tensed as I saw Alvin rush towards me, but a jolt of euphoria hit me as I realised he wasn't nearly as fast and as strong as I could remember.

I grabbed the hilt of his axe as he was swinging it towards my face and then quickly balled my free hand into a fist, punching Alvin hard in the gut.

I heard a small thud behind me as Alvin staggered backwards in pain and I realised the little runt had fallen off my shoulder.

I didn't have time to dwell on this though as Alvin was again attacking fist high, axe forgotten on the ground. I easily dodged his punch and was preparing for another round, when I saw that Alvin wasn't focused on me at all.

He ran past me and was headed straight for the small form on the ground behind me. He was nowhere near fast enough though and I easily tripped him by extending my leg.

He hit the ground hard and I took him by his collar, easily lifting him up in the air.

I simply could not get the smile off my face.

'Well well, it looks like the tables have just turned. After 30 years, you are finally squealing in my grasp. I have to say I'm a bit disappointed though; you made it much too easy.'

He started to have trouble breathing as he coughed out: 'Seriously, who are you?'

'Oh come on I even gave you a hint! Although you never really knew what to do with them did you, my dear intellectually impaired brother.'

I saw his eyes widen – in disbelief or due to the lack of air I didn't know. I let go of his collar and he fell to his knees coughing and holding his neck.

I then drew my sword and held it's point towards my brother's chest. He jolted and looked up eyes still wide and brows furrowed.

'No way… Simon?'

'There we go, now that wasn't too hard now was it.' I said mockingly. Really, this view was just too good.

'Wha- What in the name of Hel are you doin' here?!'

'Oh not even a "Hi how are you" or a "Where in Thor's name have you been?" I'm hurt.' I threw my head up toward the sky as I laughed loudly.

Was this really the brother who tormented me all those years ago? It's pitiful! After I ran away from my captors I trained day in day out for all these years with revenge on him and my tribe as my sole goal, and now this pathetic excuse of an Outcast chief isn't even strong enough to lick my boots!

'Ye know very well I don't give two shits about wha' happens to ye and neither did mom and dad.'

Memories of myself crying out for my father and mother in that cell and wondering why it takes so long were passing through my subconscious. I took a step back from my brother as he was standing up again, different emotions came rushing in. Sadness, pain, hope, depression, desperation and finally anger.

'They didn't do a damn thing when the message came! They didn't even weep as-'

I didn't hear the end of that sentence as my vision turned red and I heard nothing more. I was rushing towards him and before I realised, I swung my sword towards my brother. My despised brother reached his axe in time to parry me, but he had to jump out of the way as the force behind my swing was too great.

I let out a enraged yell and this seemed to scare Alvin a bit as he took a few steps back. I lunged for him again, not caring about an honest fighting style anymore as I swung my sword haphazardly around me while the remaining Outcasts started to defend their leader after hearing my scream.

It was no use though as I slashed through each and every one of them, my emotions and memories consuming me until I knew no more.

And so all is revealed to Alvin (though it looks like Alvin is not too nice about this) :D

It's getting more and more exiting isn't it!

See you lovelies next chappie~~