Troublemaker

Chapter Four

~ Kaiden's POV ~

I couldn't speak, it was as though my voice got stuck in my throat. The guy lay abandoned, my priorities lay somewhere else.

"I-you- but...?" I stuttered, he began approaching me and I instinctively moved back until I felt the slightly warm hood of my car.

"I don't think I've ever introduced myself? I'm Felix Vantor" He held out his hand with a cheeky smile and I flinched. If he could take down a big guy like that then what is going to do to me? I suddenly felt fearful, I was scared for my life.

"This is the part you introduce yourself" he said,

"Kaiden Smith" I choked out. He smiled a smile that did not reach his enchanting blue eyes. Those blue eyes seemed to haunt me, they looked as though they saw right through me and into my soul.

"Where have I heard that name?" He withdrew his hand, turning and walking away slightly. He clicked his fingers making me jump.
"A-ha! The copper, Mr Smith" he swivelled back to me. I began inching slowly towards the handle of my car.

"No wonder you look familiar! I've seen your dad many times, he's actually posted on my case" he stated, I stopped moving. I knew my father was posted on the street fighter case, I saw a silver glint around his neck and saw a razor blade. I remember what my father had said one day.

"Stupid criminals!" He muttered as he entered the house,

"Hey dad" I called. He faced me, his once stern face becoming soft. He loved me and my sister.
"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" he mumbled, I cocked my head.

"Lucy isn't here so you can talk" I said referring to my 6-year-old sister. Dad thinks he shouldn't talk about work in front of her. He sighed, running his hands through his greying dirty blonde hair which I inherited from him. I got my soft brown eyes from my mother,

"I'm warning you right now" his face and tone became serious.
"If you find anyone, ANYONE! With a silver razor blade hanging around their neck, I beg you. Run, run and don't look back" he said. I nodded,

"I promise" I held out my pinky which he took in his large, worn out one.
"But why?"

"He's dangerous, they call him Razor due to the necklace" my father explained,
"He can be anyone, be wary"

My fathers warning came into my mind, I couldn't believe the legendary street fighter Razor was the nerd at my high school.

"Anyway" his smile grew dark, before I could register he was already in front of me. His hand wrapped around my neck, cutting off my oxygen. I couldn't breath, I gagged. Panic filling my mind, I was going to die. The news article flashed in my eyes.

High school boy died at the hands of Razor: Smith's son 6 feet under!
I saw black spots cloud my vision.

"You will not utter a word about me" he murmured in my face. His hot breath hitting my face.
"I'm sure you've heard how dangerous I am from your dear old daddy" his voice was dark. His eyes held nothing, I felt like I was fading out.

"Understand me?" He snarled, his grip tightened. The only thing I could do was a little nod but that seemed to satisfy him as his grip loosened. I fell to the ground, gasping for the air that I lost. He looked down on me,

"See you at school tomorrow" and with that, he pivoted on his heels and walked off with his hands in his pockets. He whistled a tune as he disappeared back down the alley. I sat on the ground rubbing my sore neck, the air felt fresh to me. After my mini-heart attack, I climbed into my car with shaky hands. I drove back home on high alert, pulling up in my driveway in my safe cal-de-sac I finally let my panic disappear. Only it reappeared when a tap on the glass made me jump and hit the roof, groaning I saw my little sister standing out with a toothy grin.