Hunters Royale

Flashback - 2

'Is there... even a hero?'

What the boy asked himself made his heart ache more. There wasn't a hero to save him and his mother.

Or so he thought.

It wasn't because there was no hero.

It was because he was late.

*Stomp*

.....

A man dropped from the roof of the building on the right, stomping the head of the crooked man and smashing his teeth along with his face on the alleyway concrete floor. 

The boy's eyes widened in shock at the sudden appearance of the mysterious man who fell from the roof.

His eyes glanced to the man as he ran his eyes over the blood red leather hooded cloak he wore and the pitch black star which glinted and stood out spontaneously behind the robe.

The throng of delinquents found themselves stunned for a minute as they witnessed the man appear from the sky.

The mysterious hooded man, who gave no attention to the delinquents, greeted the boy with his hazel blue eyes which looked at him from its corner.

He titled just a bit so that the light only shone on his eyes that looked at the pitiful boy slouched on the dumpster.

"Here"
The voice was so smooth that it felt unreal.

"Cover your eyes..."
The man threw a handkerchief towards the stunned boy.

The spread out piece of cloth slowly sailed through the air, before it blocked his vision frame and then finally his eyes.

*Punch*

"AARGGHH!!"

*Kick*

"KWEUGH!!"

*Thud*

"Who the hell are you!!"

*Twist*

"Just run away, just run!!"

*Slam*

"You fucker!!!"

*Swing*

"Kill him!!"

*Snap*

"Use your god damn powers!!"

*Stomp*

"Please let me go!!!"

*Stab*

Within two seconds, dozens of sounds echoed as the boy, who was worried about what might happen, hurriedly tried to move the cloth from his eyes.

But it was in vain, as he couldn't move his exhausted, beaten-up limbs.

He counted his breaths as he slumped down in pain.

"Peek A Boo!!"
The Hooded man lifted the handkerchief off from the boy's bloodied face just as he counted to three and helped him by dabbing the blood from his face.

Finally, when he wiped it clean, the man tied the handkerchief on the gash which ran on his forehead, stopping the blood from oozing out.

"Don't look at them... Trust me, it could scar you for life... More than you've been scarred already."
The man's voice warned him.

As the boy tried to look at the man's face before him, to glimpse the details of the man who saved him, the only thing he met was with the darkness which hid it from him.