Zackory - a fateful touch (Vol. 2) ✅

Chapter 14

After ten minutes, he passed a large clay court where a few boys his age were playing. He realized who it was. Orion and his friends.

There were always four of them on the road and put on airs because Orion's father served in the army and also held a relatively high position for his rank. Lucan didn't like them and therefore stayed away from them. He felt that they were just causing trouble and he didn't want to worry his parents.

"Hey, isn't that the son of the trash?" a voice shouted.

Lucan stopped. What did they say? He turned around and looked at the boys, who were still standing about four meters away from him.

"Hey, you! I'm talking to you," Orion said big-mouthed.

Uneasy, Lucan ignored them and kept running.

"Hey, you garbage kid. Stop when I talk to you."

Lucan stopped and turned around. "What did you just say?" he asked in a calm voice, even though it looked very different inside.

Orion grinned angrily. "I said garbage child, after all, you are the son of a defect. Trash can only produce trash."

Lucan became calm. He had just called his mother garbage. Then defect. His loving, perfect mother. "Take that back," he said in a cold voice.

The other guys had stopped grinning and took a step back.

"Why should I? A little tip, if I were you, I would kill myself so as not to have to live with such shame."

Lucan felt his pulse accelerate. Anger raced through his veins. He had never felt such anger before.

"Ori, we should go," the blonde next to him said, but it was too late.

Lucan made a quick move and slammed his fist in Orion's face. He flew backwards and landed on his back. The other two attacked, while the fourth fled. Too slow. For some reason, the boys moved slower than usual. He dodged them with elegant movements and brought them to the ground. Then he grabbed Orion by the collar and lifted him up. An incredible power flowed through his body.

Orion felt a stabbing pain in his jaw. He tasted blood. The collar cut into his neck, and he fidgeted. How can he be so strong? When he looked into Lucan's eyes, he saw two blue eyes with a slit-shaped pupil. Fear rose in him. This boy was ten years younger than himself, but he didn't have the slightest chance.

"Hey, let my brother down," an older, male voice shouted. The fourth boy, who had fled, had gone to the older brothers. Two boys at least twice as old as Lucan stepped in front of him. He dropped Orion, who coughed.

"He should apologize," Lucan said without a spark of fear.

Lucan's attitude and size initially unsettled the two newcomers.

"Finish him off, Taari. He's only thirty," Orion said spitefully. This seemed to calm the two of them. They grinned. The boy, who was called Taari, punched his fist in the palm of his hand.

"It's time to teach this brat a lesson," he said in a vicious voice.

Lucan just looked at him. Taari let his shoulders circle, then he attacked. He was fast. Lucan narrowly dodged, but the kick of the other rowdy brother hit him in the stomach, and he flew to the side. He coughed and held his aching stomach.

"You're fast, but not fast enough," Taari said. He pulled Lucan up and gave him a resounding slap in the face that his head flew to the side and laughed. He repeated this on the other side, several times. Lucan tasted blood.

"Hey, Taari, that's enough. He doesn't fight back anymore," his buddy said. But Taari didn't seem to be enough.

"I think the little one still didn't understand that he shouldn't mess with our family. Look at the look he gives us. I think I need to be a little clearer," he said in a cold voice.