Battle Academia (The original one)

Chapter 44: Miracle Worker

"Your flesh, your guts and even your bones shall be consumed to fuel my ambitions!", he daclared with a malicious grin plastered upon his face. "Let the feast begin!", he laughed hysterically clutching onto the metallic object.

"Please..", the other one begged trying to cover his eyes with his fingers.

"The first sacrifice I shall accept is.. you!", he said with fire in his eyes.

"Ekko".

"What is it Jarro"?

"Could you perhaps eat a little more quietly?", Ezreal raised an eyebrow. "You're disturbing the other customers".

Ekko took a look around the dimly lit diner. Almost everyone had been staring. Mouths agape. One of them even drooled all over his chin gawking at him.

"I did get a little carried away there, didn't I?", the boy whispered with a shy smile.

"A little?", Ezreal sighed embarassed.

Ekko simply shrugged his shoulders as he took a bite of his dinner. Ezreal couldn't understand how the boy even had an apetite. All he knew was that he'd lost his. After everything that had happened.

The diner was located in an extremely notorious neighbourhood in Zaun. But thankfully the police raid was finally over and things had gone back to normal. Well. Normal for Zaun's standards. The two boys had even come across a red light district. Young women dressed provocatively invited them inside their.. businesses. Ezreal saw a truly gorgeous woman with long white hair. She had a kind smile as she playfully touched his shoulder trying to convince him to be her client.

"Yes, it's true. For only 2.95 a minute, I will leave you breathless", she'd promised with a wink but the boys quickly walked away.

Ezreal stared thoughtfully out the window. His blue eyes were fixed on a broken street light. He watched it flicker while moths and mosquitos had gathered around it. Just when he believed that it would never light up again, it did.

"You did the right thing", Ekko said breaking his train of thought. "Just saying", he added with a mouthful of chicken nuggets.

Ezreal huffed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"It doesn't feel that way..", he mumbled under his breath as Ekko was chugging down a glass of water.

"Don't think about it. That guy was a psychopath", he punched the table lightly. "I don't even want to imagine what Jayce was doing with him".

"Tonight was the weirdest night in a long time", Ezreal said biting the skin around his fingernails. "I think I need a smoke".

"Hold your horses right there Demacian. I thought you were supposed to be prim and proper", Ekko sniggered licking his greasy fingers. "By the way.. Why did he call you Ezreal"?

Think Ez think! You can't let him blow your cover. Remember why you're here. Letting down Professor Graves once again just wasn't an option.

"Ahh. That.. That's my nickname", he tried to reply as indifferently as he could. "Where did "Ezreal" come from though? I'd nickname you Jay-El or something. Yep. Jay-El has a nice ring to it", he patted himself on the back.

"Eh.. It's an ancient Shuriman word. It means miracle worker". Where do I even come up with these things..

Ekko scrunched his nose.

"So you're supposed to be a miracle worker", he said satirically.

"Kinda?", Ezreal raised his hands with a sly yet awkward grin.