No Higher Power

Chapter 4 Humble Beginnings

Jalh looked to his left and right, it had been a week sense he was attacked and he was expecting more. He had grown a beard, and his hair was starting to grow out as well, his plan to disguise his appearance. He watched as men and woman were sitting in horrid conditions off the street. Criminals were everywhere causing trouble, as Jalh spotted a red head.

The woman was walking by, being followed by five men. In her arms was a small child around the age of five. Jalh knew very well what was about to go down. The real question was if he was going to do something about it.

The hooded crooks readied their weapons as one went for an overhead swing with his pipe. The hulking man grabbed the pipe with his hand, pulling from the man's hands, and slamming it across his head. Another came at him with a knife ass slammed his elbow into his nose. The other three starred at each other all coming at once. Jalh ducked, grabbing all three in his wide embrace and slamming them hard against the ground.

The woman starred back, oblivious to what would have happened, if not for the unlikely mercy of Jalh Horker. The hulking man pulled out his knife slashing one of the crooks throats open, as grabbed an incoming punch from behind. Jalh turned around, crushing the man's hand, as he slammed his head into his skull. The crook who once held the pipe staggered back from the head bash, He slammed his foot into his knee, bending his knee the opposite direction as Jalh side stepped another knife jab from the other.

He thrust his knife into the man's arm, and as he yelled he slammed his hand into his throat crushing his wind pipe. The last two started to run, as Jalh stepped forwards, slamming both of their heads together, and then followed up with the ground. Blood oozed from each of their heads, if they weren't dead, they were now crippled. Jalh glanced over at the yelling man cradling his maimed knee, with a predator's stare. He toss his knife into the man's throat as he starred back at the woman, dumb founded.

The red head looked with shock as she covered the boy's eyes. Jalh blinked his eyes, to find the red had been replaced with a nice brown color.

"Thank you." The woman replied, watching the man walk away covered in blood. "May I at least get your name?"

"What good does my name do for you?" Jalh asked turning his head back.

The seven foot tall man came to a halt as the woman approached him, the child in her arms. Jalh's eyes left the smooth soft and dirt face of the woman. She was about five four and had freckles across her face. She had a deep warm brown eyes, and skinny ears. Jalh would assume she was maybe in her early twenties.

Jalh stroked his greying beard, "Are you planning on following me now? My bad, I thought you were someone important."

The woman recoiled as if someone punched her in the face, "No, I was going to thank you."

"Don't bother, I did it for me." Jalh replied starting to walk away.

Before he was out of ear shot, the child yelled in excitement, "Daddy!"

Jalh instantly turned around, looking at the small fry. He was no more than five years of age, and well behind in his vocabulary. The he had blonde sandy hair, and innocent green eyes. Jalh starred the kid in the face with a cold look as the child smiled back with excitement.

"I am not your father." Jalh mumbled.

The child slapped his face with both his hands as he gave the seven foot tall man a kiss on the forehead. The brunet pulled her son away, in fear of what the killing machine would do.