Tiger's Short Stories

Oct 31 2014 Sin and Love Lost Chapter: Azaiah's Strike

A/N: There were some things in Sin and Love which really didn’t fit with the narrative but were still things I wanted to explore. One of this is what happened right after chapter 41. So, yes, this contains massive spoilers for Sin and Love up to chapter 41 (and in a way, even for a few of the later chapters too)

Sin and Love Lost Chapter: Azaiah’s Strike

The thunder rumbled through the dark sky, a terrible reminder of the death that his friend could so soon experience. The rain pelted him making it even harder to see more than foot in front of him. The wind ripped at him, blowing him through the air, making it take all his concentration to keep moving forward.

He heard the bone shattering blows and his friend’s screams as he flew over the building with the creepy penguin on the roof. A flash of lightning lit up the dark alleyway, allowing him to see Jacob’s wounded body as it fell to the ground. “Hold on, Jacob!” The blood ran out, and Azaiah closed his eyes, hoping that he wasn’t too late as he landed beside his wounded friend.

“Where’d this kid come from?” one of the three large men said. Azaiah eyed the three of them and they took a step back.

“Leave him alone,” Azaiah said.

“What are you, his gay lover?”

This caused Azaiah to twitch a little bit. He raised his hand in the air as he responded. “First of all, eww! Second of all, I’m really going to enjoy kicking your butts now. Lastly, do I look gay to you?”

“Well, you do look a bit like Justin Bieber,” the one said.

“Angie, are you sure I can’t kill just one of them?” Azaiah asked the women now kneeling by Jacob’s side who appeared without the three assailants noticing.

“You know the limitations of your mission Azaiah,” she responded.

“But I can still have fun beating them up, right?”

“Just don’t go overboard.”

“Would I ever do that?” Azaiah asked.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” Azaiah said with a shrug of his shoulders as he walked toward the three thugs. “I’ll just beat them up, maybe break a couple bones, but nothing that will cause permanent harm.”

“You know, you talk a lot for someone who I could bench press with my pinky,” the thug said that held the shovel.

“And you talk a lot for someone who has the IQ of a pterodactyl.”

Getting the reaction that he was expected, Azaiah watched as that guy ran at him, his shovel raised overhead. Azaiah grinned, seeing that this gave him the perfect chance. With speed impossible for a normal person, Azaiah ran at his attacker, punching him in the stomach, before grabbing his arm and slamming the guy on the ground.

“How did you do that?” one of the others asked, this one wielding a baseball bat.

Azaiah didn’t give him an answer; instead he jumped into the air, hovering a few feet above them.

“Bruce, I think there was something special in that drink we just had,” the one thug said. He started to take a few steps back, however as Azaiah held his hand out, the guy started hovering in the air.

“Get up here,” Azaiah said and the guy involuntarily raced up toward Azaiah who delivered a powerful punch to his face, sending him flying back into the ground.

Azaiah didn’t notice the guy with the shovel getting back up and running at him. However, as the guy tried swinging, Azaiah heard the attack coming and slid to the side to dodge it. He then grabbed the shovel and yanked it from the guy’s grasp before returning to the ground. “Not my preferred weapon, but you know what they say, ‘When in Rome…’”

“Do as Romans do?” the thus far unharmed thug suggested.

“Nope. Bring lots of big speakers to the Coliseum, and then perform a rocking concert in Japanese just to confuse the heck out of the tourists.”

Everyone nearby looked at him in confusion.

“Just don’t tell my mom about that one,” he said to the woman still by Jacob’s side.

“Your secret is safe with me. You may want to finish up here soon, the ambulance will be here soon.”

“Fine, fine.” Azaiah sped at the three thugs hitting them with the end of the shovel at a speed none of them could follow. One tried running at Azaiah; however, he jumped into the air, and then came back down, delivering a powerful kick to the thug’s rear sending him face first into the nearest building. The one with the baseball bat charged at him again, however, Azaiah blocked the attack with the shovel, and then swung the shovel at the guy’s legs, knocking them out from under him.

From behind Azaiah, his one enemy threw a trash can lid at him. It hit Azaiah, knocking him off his feet and forcing him to drop the shovel. The two others, though wounded, then jumped at him. However, by the time they landed, Azaiah was ten feet away from them.

“How did he do that?”

Azaiah didn’t answer, only smiling as he appeared in front of the three of them, giving a powerful uppercut in the jaw to one before spinning and kicking the other two of them in the chest with enough force to send them flying back. With a flight of lightning, he could see the one he just punched was bleeding pretty badly from the mouth. “Maybe I should have held back a bit more.”

“Guys, let’s get out of here!” the one said and the other two began running, though stumbling a few times along the way, though Azaiah was pretty sure the one left a few teeth behind.

“I can hear the sirens,” the woman said to Azaiah, “You should probably get out of here and head back home.”

“All right. The incident in the church is in a week, right?” Azaiah said looking toward the shining cross down the road.

“Correct. Be careful, not to exceed what you were sent to do.”

“I know,” Azaiah said with a bit of a sigh. “I wish I could do more to help though.”

“We all have our limits. Love can only reach out to those who are willing to accept it. Anything more and it becomes coercion.”

Hating the limits to what he was able to do, Azaiah leapt to the sky, knowing this was likely only the beginning.