EarthBorn'

Foreigner

/It's gonna be a bit before our main character gets kicked to another world but please have patience as the beginning portions are definitely important to the foundation of what I'm trying to build. This story doesn't just end with this novel.

It will eventually go far deeper so don't count it out because of it's beginning. I take the time to build everything up, no exceptions.

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"1. 2. 3. 4.....huh. Looks like your $100 short today Jackson."

The soft voice of Tim Berna cut through the still morning air, carrying itself through the area and into the ears of those surrounding him, even to those some distance away. The displeasure and malice underlying those few words could easily be heard as the well toned, black haired individual calmly pocketed the money he had been counting. The teenagers black eyes glanced over the body of his collapsed victim, of whom was currently grasping their stomach, struggling to breath. Bruises lined the groaning persons chest and stomach regions, drops of blood oozing from numerous scratches.

"Normally, I'd call in the Pack, but I'll let you off with a warning." Tim knelt down, placing a hand on the person's cheek. "Have the rest of my money by tomorrow and everything will be just fine."

HAWWWWWKKK-PTTOOO

Tim blinked slowly, reaching up with the back of his hand to wipe away the mix of blood and spit from his left cheek. "Don't push your luck Kim. Only reason you're still alive and mostly put together is because I don't need any major attention on myself."

The injured female laughed, her voice coming out choked and garbled. "Go fuck yourself Timothy."

"You stupid Bit-"

Tim glanced to the side, emotionless hues staring at the bystander who had suddenly bursted out and started to move forward. Despite not saying a single word, Berna immediately made sure his annoyance was quite clear. Upon receiving the blank gaze of his clear superior, the aggressor quickly shied away, retreating back to his original position beside the two other subordinates standing by. Holding his head down, the guy refused to look Tim in the eyes, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

"You should do a better job of keeping your dogs in line," Kim taunted, a small smirk on her face. "They clearly aren't house broken yet."

"Coming from someone who used to be one of said dogs," Timothy rebuttalled calmly as he rose back to his feet. Readjusting the black tie on his school uniform, the black haired teen turned his back on the female still struggling to catch her breath. "I implore you to rethink which side you belong on. The times where I can be lenient are slowly coming to a close and my previous offer to you will expire during that time. It'd be beneficial for your health if you made the correct choice, Kimberly Jackson.

"You can take your offer and shove it up your ass Timothy Berna," Kim spat, brown hues narrowed in anger, looking up from her spot on the filthy ground. "You and your filthy mutts can suck my nine inch dick."

"Hm. How very feminine of you," Tim said as he walked away, hands tucked deep into his pockets. "I'll just have to hope you change your mind."

Without another word, the dark haired young man disappeared around the corner, never once looking back. The trio of rough looking individuals, the same ones that had been standing behind Tim without uttering a word, gave Kimberly a look of anger and contempt. It was obvious that they had been bottling up their feelings in the presence of their leader, afraid to let even a single emotion slip out. Still, even despite their raging bloodlust, they each grit their teeth and left the area, quickly following behind their departed general.