The Next Troublemakers

Chapter Fifty.

There was blood on Kellin's hands, red painting the entire length of his palm, coppery smell hitting his nostrils. Bleary eyes, a deep red with spining Tomoes glanced down at the cooling body at his feet, feeling nothing but a mild sense of irritation that the man had died so easily. He wanted him to suffer a bit more damn.

Turning to take a look around, Kellin guess he was in some underground abandoned laboratory or some sorts, well judging from the rusty, broken down lap equipment he was seeing in front of him.

The last thing Kellin could remember is sending Sachi ahead of him as he ducked into the Conbini Store just a few blocks away from school.
He was in the snack aisle when a hand was suddenly covering his mouth before everything else when black.

Kellin realizes that he had let his guard down when he woke up chained to a wall with a man with a really overgrown beard standing in front of him with a blade that Doctors used for surgery.
He then proceeded to go on a long and boring monologue of how he didnt want to do this but the man who hired him was paying a hefty amount of money for him to mess Kellin's pretty face up.

Kellin had only watched him through dull, half lidded eyes before he asked.

"Are you done?."

The man looked at him through narrowed eyes, as if Kellin's cocky attitude was only a front, ha, as if.

"Look here kid." The guy began but Kellin didnt let him speak any further, he ripped his hand along with the chains off the wall, shards of rocks flew forward and Kellin leaped down, landing on his feet with ease.

"You idiots should really have done your research before coming after me." His voice was low.
"My hands already have enough blood on it, I'm not someone you can mess with so easily."

Which lead to where he was right now, said man lying dead at his feet, throat ripped out and eyes wide open.

Kellin nearly stumbled as he took a step forward, looking down there was a long gash along his calf...how the hell did he get that and not feel any pain?.
He lifted his leg onto one of the machines and placed his palm against the skin, letting his Chakra partially heal the wound until he reached home. Not if, when he reaches home.

This situation would be why he was always in such a prissy mood for the past few days. Something was bugging him but he didnt realize that the something would happen so soon.

Man, Alex would have lost his shit if he-

Oh, fuck Alex, Siera...Mom.. Dad was going to flip once they discovered that he was missing.
Wait, Kellin frantically started patting all around his pockets. Where the hell was his phone?!.

"God damn, I left it in my bag when I gave Sachi it." He muttered smacking his forehead, looking around until his eyes landed on the guy who had annoyed him, quickly he stumbled over, hands diving into the man's pockets, cursing when he found nothing.

Kellin stood once again, mind working by the second on what he should do. The door was open  so he figured the first thing he should do is try and find out where the hell he was then he could work his way from there.

Creeping along the walls, Kellin made sure that he didnt make a sound, not even a squeak from his shoe. Voices could be heard up ahead which meant people, people means one of them has to have a god damn phone.

He peeked around the corner, Tomoe's spining wildly as he took in the scene. There were about five men standing there, guns at their waists, dressed in black combat clothes and where chuckling away, it seemed that they didnt hear the destruction Kellin caused back in that room, well good thing he says.