Birthright: Olympus

Chapter 1

"Jesus Christ." Manny said, standing at the deserted pick-up area of a private school. He took off his aviator glasses, squinting and wiping sweat out of his copper colored skin.

He ran his fingers through his spiky hair as he does when frustrated. "Esta calor está cabrona, mamá no llega y el cabrón de Peter está más perdio que un chavo prieto." He complained about the Floridian heat and how his mom and his adoptive brother, Peter, are nowhere to be seen.

He finally did what he should've done in what felt like hours ago and called Peter. Overshadowed by the ringing, he faintly heard a familiar scream he only heard when they were playing video games. He heard Peter screaming: "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" coming from the school yard.

"Yep. That's him." Turning the corner he saw Peter, a boy with silver hair and eyes like lightning in panic, trying to break free . Grabbing his neck were the big hands of the dumbass who should be in college but is stuck in twelfth grade.

"¡MIRA, CABRÓN!" Manny called Angus. "PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS SOMEWHERE ELSE OR I'M GONNA PUT EM UP YOUR ASS!"

"Not this asshole again." Angus sighed.

Peter coughed and labored his words. . "He was trying to take a kid's cash...I had to the kid was bleeding."

"You think you're the government now Angus? Put him down." Manny said.

"He hit me." Angus said.

"I'm sorry did I stutter? Get your greasy mitts off the kid and go home."

Angus's face contorted in anger and he dropped Peter.

"Oh shit." Peter sighed on the floor.

As Angus approached Manny , a gruff voice called him. Slowly, a tall man with a beer can went up to a stunned Angus. He lifted his fist and punched Angus straight in the face. Angus looked accustomed to this as his nose was bleeding. He stayed silent, only glaring at us.

The man grabbed Angus by the back of his neck and took a sip. "What the fuck did I say about misbehavin'"

"You told me to behave Morris." Angus growled.

"And you went on and picked a fight with an albino kid and a fucking Cholo."

Manny sighed. "Let's go ."

Morris looked at them and as he finished his sip said. "Say hi to your momma for me. She has a nice rack for a spic." And turned his back to leave.

Manny furrowed his eyebrows and sighed deeply.

"I'm hungry dude can we like not?" Peter whispered to Manny.

"Bro I think I'm deaf or something. Could you repeat that?" Manny asked Morris

Morris smiled and giggled to himself. "I said, your mom's a-"

Manny grabbed Morris by his shirt collar and kicked him behind the knee. On the ground, he hit him with three hooks to the face.

Manny grit his teeth and took the beer can. He jammed the beer can in his mouth and punched him right there, crushing it in his mouth.

He cleaned his bloody hands with Morris' t-shirt.

"An old proverb says: "Keep saying racial slurs and eventually you'll get a beer can lodged into your throat."' He said triumphantly.

"That went horribly dude." Peter said.

"It's not like he can sue a minor." Manny looked back at Morris on the floor. He laid moaning in agony. "Can he?"