Theives Like Us

10

Noah's ears rang and Oliver's head throbbed. The bullies had been targeting Noah more and more since the capture the flag incident. Oliver didn't want that so he stepped in last time and now they were both hiding behind the loo's- equally targeted.

A hand grabbed Noah's shoulder making him jump. It was Crash. Noah flinched and held his head to the side.

"Kid, stop with the faces and move. I need a slash." Crash said, pushing the boy out the way and entering the loo.

Oliver and Noah looked at each other in confusion. Crash didn't hit them... He didn't shout, just went to the loo. Now they came to think of it Crash hadn't ever been with the bullies. He'd never hit them. In fact, the bullies always hid them from sight.

Crash left the toilets.

"Mr Moore? Mr-" Noah called before being cut off.

"Don't call me that!" Crash snapped, turning round. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "It makes me sound old. Anyway, what do you want, squirt?"

"Why didn't you hit me?"

"Hit you? Why would I hit you?" Crash asked genuine confusion on his face.

"The other Ares boys have been. I just wondered why you didn't is all." Noah shrugged then winced.

Crash walked up to him. "The boys... they've been ...upsetting you?"

"Not really upsetting." Noah started. Oliver finished his sentence. "More annoying."

Crash kneeled down to Oliver and pushed some of his dark hair away. Oliver flinched. Hidden by his hair was a dark purple bruise.

"Mr Moore. I-" Noah started

Crash stood up, fury deep in his eyes and roared, " DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

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Rhyan was confused. She had been looking for the boys for ages. They were all ament to meet up by the dining pavilion but for one reason or another the boys hadn't shown.

Just as she was about to give up she heard a deep shout.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

Rhyan looked over to where it had came from. She gasped- there infront of her was a red faced Crash towering over the boys, Noah hiding behind Oliver, with a menacing look on his face.

That's when it clicked. Crash couldn't get to her so he was taking his anger out on the boys. Her boys.

Rhyan was fuming to say the least. She clenched her jaw and stormed over to him- just as she had when she first met him.

She positioned herself between the boys and there 'attacker'.

"Lay another finger on either of them and I will get you back." 

"But I wasn't-" The boys and crash tried to defend themselves."But he wasnt-"

"I don't want to hear it. Let's go." Rhyan took the boys away and Crash walked the opposite direction. He didn't care if Rhyan thought it was him, but what he did care about was why his brothers had been beating the boys.

He walked, and walked, and walked until he heard the familiar sound of swords clashing and people grunting- his family. No one else fought that much.

He waited by the trees. Fighting in the middle was his older brother, Marcus. Mark as the others knew him. He was talking it in turns to spar with the others- assert dominance.

He had an advantage, Age. Build. Fear. "So who's next?" He asked pushing Ellis down. No one volunteered. May looked around, hazel eyes scanning her surroundings. She zoomed in at the treeline. Leaning against the tree was her favourite brother, Crash.

He put his finger to his lips then nodded at her then to Mark. "Mark?"

"What was that? May, are you volunteering?" Marcus grinned. May hadn't fought him before. She wasn't stupid enough.

May looked scared then she looked over to the forest. Marcus followed her gaze but there wasn't anyone there. May looked him dead in the eye and smiled. "Sure, Why not. What's a a friendly fight between siblings?"

Both Marcus and May took up their starting position. May had the advantage. 1st, she had seen him fight the others. And 2nd, Crash Moore was on her side.

They started by circling around each other, each one sizing the other up. Mark trying to psych May out, May trying to hide her fear.

Mark got bored of the circling and lunged. May moved out the way. Mark struck again, May dodged. This went on for a little while - Mark striking, May dodging.

Crash watched on from the tree line analysing both competitors techniques. Marcus belived offence was the best defence ,while May belived defence was the best offence. Finally May got brave and decided to land a quick blow on Mark as she dodged. Not a large one but it was enough to tip him off balence.

Crash smirked. Her training was starting to pay off.

May had now landed a few hits on her older brother and her other siblings were starting to notice. So was Mark.

Mark fumed. He'd spent years at Camp Half Blood creating a reputation for himself, having others fear him and move out his way. He was not about to let his little, peace-loving step sister ruin all his hard work.

He went for the hit.

Crash watched as Mark targeted May's well know weak spot- her arm. It was all patched up but still a little weak from where the arrow pierced it. Crash couldn't let that happen- especially not when she was just getting her confidence in combat.

Crash hadnt realised he was moving forward untill he stepped in between, deflecting Mark's fist.

"Care to pick on someone your own size, Mark? Oh sorry, I forgot." Crash paused allowing his mocking tone to drip into every word. "What's it you say? Teach them when there young? And how'd you do that? Beat them to a pulp, good one mate."

Crash laughed it off then turned to the rest of his siblings. "Seems your methods have passed onwards aswell. So I'll tell you one more time, and only once more. No more bullying. You all know my views on it and you all know why. One more incident without reason and I'll deal with you. Personally." Crash turned away.

"Oh yes. Mr big-man over here will sort everything out. And how will you do that? Pretending to be Mr big shot. Ain't that right Moore."  Mark taunted, trying to regain his supirior status. If he could beat Crash no one would ever challenge him again. Everyone knew they were both evenly matched and if he beat crash he'd be top dog- No questions asked.

Crash turned back round. "It's Crash to you."

"But is it? Because if I remember quite rightly Crash Moore was a made up name isn't that right Moore? Should I even call you that? Or should I call you this Mr Pool? Huh? Or should i-"

Crash grabbed Mark and pulled him to the floor, hitting and kicking him at any given chance.

"MARCUS HUMWELL, CRASH MOORE! COME WITH ME NOW!"

A/N~ hiiiii hope you liked this one. Hopefully it was a little more interesting. Fingers crossed.