To Survive A Harem System - Lucas Owens' Edition

44 - TOO LATE

(??? POV)

"Why?" I've been asking that question, trying... Trying to see why you've committed such an unforgiveable act...

You had it all! You were her favorite while we had nothing! Why was it that you felt no remorse?

It's been many years... I wonder with what eyes you will look at me with this time.

I've been picturing this moment...

Picturing...

Pict...

...

"Can you lot of twats shut the fuck up!?" I yelled at the little shits in the bus. "Can a bloke have some peace and fucken' quiet!?"

I grabbed my bat and hopped down from atop the bus.

Entering the bus, I looked at the little bugs that dare to look at me with their fearful eyes.

"Be quiet or I'll clock the next one that even utters a word." I declared, tapping my bat on the floor.

Luck must've been on my side since these kids knew how to shut their traps.

"Oh... How wonderful..." I sighed in relief.

I smirked and went towards the door.

"You'll get what's coming for you! Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" One of the brats yelled.

...But of course. Something just had to ruin it.

I turned my head towards the source of that noise.

All the other brats clearly sigh at this insolent sod. There was not a sound, but the eyes clearly portray their thoughts.

I grabbed the brat by the back of his shirt's collar. I wonder what juvenile words will come out of his mouth.

"M-Madam Cloud won't allow this to happen! E-Even if you beat me up!" This terribly stereotypical hero wannabe stuttered.

"You know what? I should split your skull in half! Let's set an example for your friends!" I threw the kid onto the floor of the bus and pinned him to the floor with my foot.

Squirming under my feet, he begged for help.

...A help that was attempted, but terribly amateur!

Turning around and swinging my bat, I hit 2 idiots who tried to play hero.

"How many muppets do I need to break for you bunch to understand!?"

As the other 2 hero wannabes squirmed on the seats, I put my foot back onto the first one.

I gripped my bat tightly and raised it high above my head. The sleeves of my shirt slip back as I ready to swing. The scar of the laceration on my arm is revealed to the open air.

"She has failed me before. She failed us. She failed her." I looked down upon the child. "What she has committed is a taboo incomparable to any sin. Do not refer to her as a hero when she has been nothing but a false idol."

Downwards I swung my bat with a velocity and power to spend this brat's head flying out the bus' window.

"Hey boss, you won't believe what happened!" One of my associates notified me through the walkie-talkie on my hip.

"You're lucky, kid. Count your blessings." I sighed, pulling back my bat which was a mere millimeter away from the child's cranium.

I made my way out of the bus and picked up my walkie. Leaning on the bus, I answered.