Chapter One (P2)

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"YOU BASTARD!!" The rather buff guy screamed, charging at Scarlet.

Scarlet merely folded his legs over the guys desk, not in the slightest affected.

The guy threw a ferocious punch which Scarlet caught with ease. The guy stood there for a minute, dumbstruck. He was obviously not expecting his blows to be blocked but they were.

Every single punch, kick, head butt, and even spit was blocked with no effort.

It was as if a student trying to fight his master; inexperienced on his part.

"You have five seconds before I end you." Was all Scarlet said.

The man didn't seem to care as he continued to charge at him.

Scarlet smiled. The smile that seemed to defy every feeling of emotion known to man.

With swift movement he aimed his fist right for the man's stomach, throwing the guy off guard that he was finally fighting back. Taking that to advantage, Scarlet advanced near him, letting his boney fist connect with the guy's firm jaw, making a deafening CRACK.

Scarlet could feel the blood pumping through his veins, the adrenaline roaring inside of him, letting the fire inside him ignite.

Without thinking he sent another life threatening punch to the guy who was now cowering in fear of the psychotic teenager.

Every punch, kick, and jab that Scarlet sent his way were making the fire get bigger until he had the guy on the ground, bloodied and bruised, begging for mercy.

Scarlet's clear hazel eyes darkened, indicating his intentions.

"Why exactly should I spare your worthless soul? I don't even know your name." He hissed.

"Please, man. I have the information you want."

Scarlet grabbed a fistful of the guy's hair, thrashing his neck back so he could get a good look at him.

"Tell me everything you know about the girl or I. Will. Kill. You."

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"It was nice doing business with you."

The guy who had preciously been beaten to a pulp smiled a grateful smile. He wasn't getting killed today. He told the mysterious teenager exactly what he wanted to hear. Well, at least that's what he thought. The poor guy didn't know what was coming.

Scarlet walked closer to the guy, his lips twitching, begging to be upturned into a smile.

Scarlet grabbed the guys neck, catching the guy in surprise for the thousandth time in the day.

The guy gasped, suddenly feeling betrayed. He should've known the bitchy teenager would end up killing him anyway. Why didn't he see it coming then?

With a quick turn of his wrists Scarlet was satisfied with the familiar crack of the guy's neck.

He threw the now lifeless body on the floor.

"Such a shame," he tisked, "I kind of liked your presence."

He walked out of the room, the permanent smirk etched onto his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, knowing only one of three people would be contacting him.

Liette; I'm at a party and I don't wanna be here anymore. Pick me up? XoXo

Scarlet grinned at his phone.

Scarlet; I'll be there in five, my love.

With that he shoved his phone into his pocket and went to retrieve his precious Juliette.

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