the seven

Pride

Sam always knew he was the best at anything even before he tried it. He's the kind of kid that if not for his reputation for winning fights and his massive build, you would want to punch him in the face.
Everyone around him either had an almost unnatural admiration for him for his looks, his blonde hair his almost Greek god level of physique, or an insane level of fear when he approached. He particularly enjoyed it when he scared someone.
Today was a strange day though today he met someone who made everyone they touched go into a blind rage making them ignore their fear their admiration and most frustratingly of all ignore him.

Later when he confronted this as he would put it heretic he exploded with age the second he saw him throwing a punch that most people wouldn't even be able to see,

Then he caught it.

"The hell?!" Sam said shocked to his core to the point he was almost fearful he began to wonder to himself "Who the hell is this how did he see that let alone catch it what is-" and before he could finish that thought the strange boys elbow found its way to Sam's nose forcing him to take a couple steps back. As his blood began to drip and pool onto the floor of the school hallway he asked voice trembling with confusion, aggravation, and fear.

The question was met with a glare that slowly turned into a smirk "Samuel"  with one word they enraged Sam as he couldn't tell if he was being serious or was trying to get under his skin. It was either a cruel coincidence or a cruel jab at his name either way Samuel had crossed a line and the look on his face when Sam's other fist landed hard into his jaw confirmed that he knew it.