Superhuman

Chapter 38

This wasn't right. How could he have powers if his blood rejects it? The question lingered in his mind for a second before he returned his focus on the man. He watched as the other cracked his neck, as if he was preparing himself for a physical fight.

"What," he cackles. "Cat got your tongue? You have no control over your immature powers.  You can't defeat me. You're weak." The sound of the older man's voice irritated Haechan even more. The other just kept pushing and pushing the younger, riling him up.

Haechan makes another attempt at chucking the tables at him, the anger still running through his veins. To his disappointment, the man simply pushed it back once again. This time, Haechan notices something, though. After each attempt with the powers that the man acquired, the older winces as if they were back firing on his body and making him grow weaker.

A smirk grows on the boy's face. He had him. If he keeps throwing tables at the older, he's bound to break from the pressure. The energy flowing through him began to combine with the anger and the want to get revenge. It spilled out of him as he picked up another table with his mind. He began whipping out tables after tables in his attack.

This angered the older immensely. He keeps blocking all of the tables, but he realizes the boy knows what he's doing. In one swift motion, he sends out a counterattack to get Haechan to stop for a moment. He wasn't going to let this kid get him down.

Five chairs go flying at the younger which causes him to pause with the table attack and duck out of the way, as the leg of a chair almost stabs him in the head. He tried not to let fear get to him after that. He had to be on top of this as best as he could.

Except, why wasn't the older man getting any weaker? He even was able to send out a strike of his own. That frustrated Haechan even more because he was getting impatient with this evil man.

A shout ripples through the boy as he regains his control and starts up his ambush again. He wasn't going to stop until the other was down. Once and for all.

Haechan decides to change up his attack in hopes to catch the man off guard. It was going to take a lot more power than just simply throwing a couple of tables. In a simple motion of his hand, using all of the mental strength he had, the ceiling collapses all around them. An avalanche of drywall and plaster plummets around the two. Haechan avoids the falling objects as he prepares his second action, but the man didn't move in time and had stumbled back after being hit. All seven of the tables in the room follow the boy's hand movements as they form together in a wall like action. He made sure to have all come in quickly, but accurately when he was ready so the man would get hit by all of them at once.

With the remaining amount of the abilities that he honed, he freezes the man in place so he can't block the attack. This took a lot of his strength out of him so he didn't have any extra unused power, but it began to hurt the boy slowly. Haechan was weakening, but at the same time, his strength was only growing. He had to finish this. All he wanted was for the man to lose.

"I've got you now," the younger announces. He grit his teeth as he focused on multiple actions at once. This was it. As the tables were about to finally collide, a smirk passes across the man's face. It left a weird feeling inside of Haechan.

As he watched the chaotic scene in front of him, a thought grew in his head. Haechan was becoming the murderer. The tables slam together at full force finally. A loud shout comes from the man in the middle of it all, but then silence follows. Was it over finally? The tables were flying at a speed of at least 30 miles an hour so there had to be some kind of intense injury. Haechan was still on guard.

A gasp for air followed by a weak plea for Haechan's help was all he could hear. So he wasn't dead. Some relief filled the boy, but he couldn't help still feeling anxious. He wasn't a murderer, he shouldn't have even stooped that low.

"You coward," a voice breaks his thoughts. It sounded strained, but it was heard. On second thought, there was no one to tell him he had to save him if another table were to 'accidentally' fall on him again.

Haechan turns to leave out of the room with the sound of a loud bang followed by a strangled scream. He was for sure dead after that and it gave some satisfaction to the boy.

As he makes his way out of the building, he stumbles upon the main hall. An unknown feeling of sadness mixed with guilt and something else passes through him. The chaos was over with, but the cost of it was immense. Haechan knew he couldn't find his group again. He couldn't keep putting them in danger because of the evil people and their hatred for Haechan. It killed him inside, but it was for the best.

Tears streamed down his face and stung the cuts he had acquired that were scattered along his cheeks. He was sure there were some fragments of shrapnel and glass in his skin all along his body, but he couldn't worry about that right now. It was time for him to get out of that place before any more of the lab goons came or even the cops.

So, he ran. He didn't stop until his legs gave out on him. All the thoughts that took over his mind were escaping. The frustrating events that took place wore him out and he finally lets out a scream. It was letting out the anger and the anxiety that prisoned him, relief filling its place.

He finally collected himself and decided it was time to use his all of the strength he had left to teleport himself as far as he possibly could, a specific destination in mind.