Different Breed

Different Breed Part Eight

**********DIFFERENT BREED PART EIGHT**********

The time reached 00:00. The weather was body shivering cold. The streets were only illuminated by streetlights. A middle aged monster of a man drove Arthur's car with Arthur unconscious sat at the front passenger's seat, with Milton and Javan sat at the back with another brute-like man that held a handgun at them. The boys were strapped into their seats by the seat belts as they rode in the night. Javan began to sweat violently; his heart was beating faster than an African tribal drummer; he was in complete disbelief. Milton was fearless and had determination on his mind; this episode does not faze him. They reached a traffic light and the car came to a halt.

"Yo what is this? Can you man explain" Javan asked, trying not to sound scared

"Will you just shut up? You will know when we get there" The driver grunted in a deep, sinister voice. He was big and hairless

"Can you not chat to us like that" Milton barked. The guy with the handgun moved it closer to Milton, who looked similar to the driver "Never mind" Milton growled. The car commenced.

The time was now 00:16. The boys were taken to a deserted car park that was only lit by the streetlights. The driver, who was dressed in a jet black coloured tailored suit, with black shoes and a bright white t-shirt, got out from the car and grabbed Milton by his hood. The other driver, who wore similar to the driver, grabbed Javan by his coat. The boys struggled to get free as they were no match for the brutal men. The men chucked the boys onto the floor hard and walked towards a limousine. Milton rose to his feet and stood his ground, Javan followed and stood. The driver opened the car and a teenage boy appeared.

"So we finally meet" The boy growled in a deep, baritone voice as he moved closer to the boys. He looked a bit comparable to Milton

"Who are you and what did you do to my uncle" Milton barked

"Listen, you better settle down, and please do not get rude" The boy said in a Bermudian accent, as he scratched his buzz cut vanilla blonde coloured hair, he also had mild facial hair. His khaki green coloured eyes scanned Milton and Javan with hostility.

"Listen, you better answer my question I'm not playing with you, I've got more important things to do than this" Milton barked. The boy laughed

"So you really don't know who I am?" The boy smirked. He wore a jet black t-shirt, jet black coloured baggy jeans, and jet black Nike Air Force Ones.

"Ok, I guess it's fair to tell you. I've been waiting for the day we could meet" The boy began

"But don't worry about my name for now"

"Hey Dixon, your Mum has been asking of you" The driver growled as he came off of the phone

"You prick! Why are you hollering man's name like that!" Dixon barked

"Dixon? Well we don't know you, so why don't you do us a favour and JOG ON" Javan barked

"I should be a good guy and give you one nice spark in your face. But allow it, I'm not here for you" Dixon barked back

"Listen, what do you want?" Milton asked with interest

"No, you listen! I've come here to warn you. What you're doing is in vain, and I guarantee you, if you value your life, you would do the right thing and go home" Dixon growled. Milton looked puzzled

"Hold on... Who the hell are you, a little yout like you telling me to stop what I'm doing. You don't even know what I'm doing" Milton barked [YOUT is a "young person"]

"I'm far from a yout I'm sixteen so don't boy me off. I know what you're up too, and you better not go through with it. You don't know who you're dealing with" Dixon advised [BOY ME OFF means "to insult"]