My werewolf system

Chapter 15: Top Dog

Chapter 15: Top Dog

‘A horrible situation.’ Was Tom’s thought.

“I told you, no one looks at me that way and gets away with it!” The one in front told him, while the ones behind him were looking forward to a good show.

‘This sh*tty neighborhood! I didn’t even do anything to you! I may have thought you were a scum of society, but it’s not like I told you that to your face! I never spoke those words out to you!’ Tom gulped down hard. Outrunning someone on a bike was impossible for someone like him.

There were four of them, all with a black band around a part of their body showing their affiliation to a colour gang. Tom was considering what to do, but he was afraid resisting or fighting back would just worsen his situation.

‘Looks like there is no way around a beating. I just hope after a few punches he’ll get bored and they’ll leave.’

The one Tom had ‘offended’ hopped off his bike, while the rest stayed on theirs, likely to catch up to him if he tried to make a run for it. Tom had resolved himself to his inevitable fate, so he gritted his teeth, clenched his hands and closed his eyes as he waited for the impact from the fist that had just been thrown.

Instead, he heard a scream from the boy.

“My arm! You sh*thead, this had nothing to do with you! Who the hell are you?!”

Opening his eyes, Tom saw the boy down on the floor, holding his elbow which appeared to have been broken. He was addressing a man completely dressed in black with a large trench coat, who had suddenly appeared in front of Tom.

“Me? I’m just someone who happened to pass by. This world has enough dangers that we humans don’t have the need to be fighting amongst each other, yet here you are ganging up on a defenseless kid. You scum are the worst.” The man answered.

Since he was in front of him, Tom could only see that the man had long flowing hair and a solid body. Calling him tall would be an understatement, Tom estimated him to be well over eight feet. As he turned around, Tom got a good look at his face. His savior had a scruffy beard, but overall good looks. It was as if he was staring at an older version of Blake.

The other students who hadn’t gotten hurt, got off their bikes and started to pull out weapons, with the one on the floor taking out a pocket knife.

“Don’t worry about me, I deal with things a lot worse than these small time trashes on a daily basis,” the man smiled at Tom, as he ran forward to one of the students with a bike chain.

The boy panicked and lashed it out, but stepping away, the man avoided it and grabbed it. He then ripped the bike chain out of the other’s hands, and swung it at the attacker’s legs. Tom found it a bit ironic that the man seemed to have better mastery over the boy’s weapon.

Without taking a break, the man easily dispatched the other’s one by one. Without breaking a sweat he had simply knocked the pocket knife from the first boy’s hand, before kneeing him in the face.

Tom had to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He even took a look around to check for some hidden cameras, but of course there were none. There was no one else to witness the six of them. It didn’t take long and the man had taken out all four of them carefully.

“Go home kid, there are a lot more dangerous things in the middle of the night and you won’t always be lucky enough for a good samaritan to help you out,” the man advised as he started to walk away.

‘Who was that?’ Tom wondered.

———

There was one more person who had snuck out from home, only in Gary’s case it was a lot harder to do so. At least it should have been, however this time, he found it a lot easier to escape their apartment on the top floor. There was a lot more strength in his fingers as he grabbed onto the window ledges, and slowly went down until he reached the bottom floor. Even landing on the floor from his height didn’t result in any pain to his feet or knees.