Chapter Thirty-Five

~ Death the Kid ~

I turned away from the blue haired boy, stressfully gripping at the strands of my hair, as I fought the urge that burned and boiled inside me, the urge that wanted to grip him by the throat – badly.

But still it powered over me.

"Are you serious?" James exclaimed, "are you really that much of an ass?"

I had to walk away, constantly gripping at my hairline with every stressful second that past by. I could feel the strands growing weaker with every tug of my hair and clench of my jaw, as if the stress was slowly trying to strip me of my existence.

The prick chuckled, "she deserves it."

"What!" I snapped.

Once again I dove for him, James of course blocking my way before I could get my hands on him.

"What has she ever done to you?" James asked, standing in front of me.

"Liz?" Black*star rose an eyebrow, "she deserves to be locked up for what she did to her."

"What," I hissed, "and trying to sexually assault a girl in a school corridor isn't a crime?"

James turned to face me wide eyed, his body moving slightly to allow me little freedom to punch the boy before us, but I remained still.

Black*star however averted his eyes from us, and turned back to his wrecked car, as if that was the most important matter in the moment.

"Face it!" I yelled, attempting to step closer. "You chose her because she's vulnerable, just like Liz!"

His jaw clenched, as he tried his absolute hardest to keep his focus on the smoking car, and trying to avoid every ounce of truth I was launching in his direction.

"You blackmailed Liz into going to the hospital that day, you knew that if you had something to threaten Maka with, you could finally have her!"

Fear washed over his face, his eyes widening as my realisation burned in the back of his throat.

I gritted my teeth, "and you know why?"

He stared at me briefly, out of the corner of his eye, but he did, his eyes still flickering with hatred as well as fear.

"Because you're a fucking pervert."

He chuckled.

Both James and I stepped back, fearing the smile that had worked its way upon his arrogant face.

But as we backed away from him, he took a step towards us, his eyes locking with my own and his devilish smile beaming in my direction.

"I almost had her," his smiled widened. "In the back of that car."

My eyes narrowed towards the steamed windows of the destroyed car, and I couldn't help but picture him pinning her to the back seats, and forcing himself upon her.

I gritted my teeth, "I swear, if you tried to do anything to her-"

"Oh, it wasn't me," his smile widened. "She was the one threw themselves on me like a whore."

My chest burned. My fists shook. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He closed his eyes, "I can still picture her, moaning beneath me, as I – slowly - slid my hand up her thigh."

James stepped away from me, emptying the space that sat between both myself, and the blue haired boy in front of me.

"My tongue felt so good inside her mouth," he hummed, licking his lips. "Doesn't she taste good – Kid."

My phone – still vibrating.

James hissed, "shut it Black*star."

Black*star opened his eyes, and stared directly into mine. "I wonder how she tastes, ya know, down there."

I lunged towards him, gripping him by his shoulders, throwing my forehead into the bridge of his nose.

Blood exploded from his nostrils, staining the torn edge of my hairline and splattering at my cheeks.

He cried in agony as I threw him to the road, watching him struggle to grasp hold of his face as if to stop the pain and catch the blood.

Mounting him against the concrete, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled his torso from the ground.

The vibrations in my pocket had stopped. But I did not give a crap.

I did not hesitate to throw my fist into his face, hearing the shattering sound of my knuckles as they cracked against his eyebrow, already feeling his skin split beneath my flesh.

"If you ever-"

Another punch.

"Touch her – again!"

My fist ached.

His bloodshot eyes struggled to stare up towards me.

"I swear-"

"Kid!"

Blood exploded from the gash above his eye, staining my knuckles.

I bit my lip, "I will kill you."

I raised my fist one final time, but it was caught by that of my friend who stood behind me.

I stared up towards him as he held his phone to his ear.

"Soul found Maka," he said, his mouth moving slowly and out of time with his voice.

The boy shook from beneath me.

"She's at his house."