Chapter 3.4

This had never been harder.

Yes, Christian had taken on men before and won, but never 5 at a time, and especially after getting deeply bruised. The first man he had taken down was back up already and he would see the anger in his eyes.

“Not quite so nice to beat up a little kid, don’t you think?” He said, giving a cold glare at each and every one of them. “Especially 5 of you.”

“You asked for it.” The first man repeated. “Pin him down.”

He was thrown down on the ground and the man stepped on his face.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” The man growled, a sinister smile spread across his face. “Let’s see how well I can still do this.”

He stepped back and motioned for the men to pick Christian up. Half-standing there limply, he seemed lifeless and in despair. The man laughed and threw a punch right at the face.

Christian, with one last struggle, threw his feet up and kicked the fist, sending him flying backwards. He landed on the ground, scraping his knees, but to moment he got up, he began sprinting down the street towards the school, where he saw Angelica, seemingly decided to come back.

“Go!” He shouted, his voice hoarse. “To the end of the street, then make a left. I’ll meet you there.”

He took a sharp turn to the left, making sure the men followed him before he kept going. He scrambled onto a car, shattered one of the windows and threw the glass shards at them. The car alarm went off.

“Credit Dianna for that.” He muttered as he ran back around the block. That was all the time he needed to get them off his trail. Angelica was there already. He beckoned her over as he pounded on the door.

“Mom, quick, open up the door! It’s me!”

Seconds later, a tall women, deeply resembling Christian slid the door open.

“Christian, what-”

Christian pushed himself in and dragged Angelica along, slamming and locking the door after him.

“You look horrible Christian!” His mother gasped. “Did you get into a fight already? I thought I told you that this was a nice town! We’ve agreed to put fighting in the past already didn’t we?”

“No, mom, I didn’t get in a fight with anyone. Everyone at school is really nice.”

“Then how did that happen?” She wiped some blood off his cheek.

“It’s hard to explain.” He sighed.

“The CIA...?”

“I don’t think so.”

Angelica’s heart lurched at the mention of the CIA. The CIA, after her? What for? But it settled down with Christian’s denial.

“Christian, you are leaving this area until you explain what the heck you were doing staying out this late getting into fights and- is that a girl I see you have there?”

“Yes mom, she a friend.”

“A girlfriend? Didn’t we talk about this?”

Angelica’s face flushed red. Girlfriend? No way.

“No mom, can I please just explain?”

“This better be good.”

“I was on my way to the bakery to get that exotic bread you mentioned and I saw her surrounded by these guys, these grown men, and they looked like they were about to kidnap her and so I saved her. And then we ran into a couple of inconveniences after that.”

Inconveniences? Angelica was in shock. The boy who everyone at school considered the nicest, most gentlest and non-violent kid ever just considered what just happened as a couple of inconveniences? How did he even make this transition?

“Well how’d you get rid of them? I can’t have crazy kidnappers pounding at my door in the middle of the night. You know how annoying that is.”

“Pulled a little Dianna trick.” He said with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Was it illegal?” She squinted with disapproval. He only shrugged.

“Does it matter?”

“No. As long as I don’t get phone calls from the police asking to arrest you, I’m fine. Dealing with the CIA is enough.” She looked over at Angelica. “Hey, you never introduced your friend!”

The End

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