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Daemon's knee hit the ground, pain shooting up through his leg, though, this was nothing compared too the humiliation he was facing. The humiliation that came along with the pain, wiggling through his chest, kicked his anger up into gear.
In Damon's own mind, he screamed out of anger, 'DAMMIT!!!'
Followed by a spasmed lung upward, a desperate, graceless launch that lacked any form of coordination.
His target the very person who integrated all of this sadistic bullshit: The leader.
Who, like a complete overconfident fool, was still hunched over, ready to deliver some mocking remark, fortunately leaving his chin utterly exposed.
What made it better, was that he, the leader, was currently distracted, his pupils and head looking behind them just to see if anyone was there.
What made it even more better was the goons had no idea he was going for their leader, but thought he was going to the goon next to him.
Daemon's fist flew out, a blind swing that caught the overconfident cunt right on the point of his jaw.
CRACK!
"Argh!?"
The sound killed the noise in the street.
All of it.
Leaving only that single sound to echo.
The leaders head snapped the way he was looking, stumbling with it, his feet guiding him slightly sideways.
It took a good three stunned seconds to stable himself again. He simply stood there, stunned with a stiff smirk.
After five long seconds,
He brought a finger towards his lip and wiped it, bring his hand back down just so he could stare at the red streak that gathered on his thumb.
His lips parted slowly, those mocking eyes of his flickering with a cold look.
Without a word, or a "little fucker" being uttered, since the words were already being spoken by his look and body language.
He instantly cocked his arm back, his posture shifting into something else, different from his early slouch of arrogance.
Seeing the danger, Hazel scrambled up from her position. She threw herself between them, hands spread, teeth clutching tight.
"NOO!!"
The leader let his arm fly forward.
His fist came flying towards Hazel, fast.
But Daemon moved a bit faster.
He shoved her aside, lunging into the space she had occupied.
He flicked his shoulder into the leader's incoming fist, the impact rattling his teeth and sent a jolt of pain through his head.
But he pushed forward, willing himself to stay upright, his balance slipped slightly but his feet still planted to maintain it.
He had to thank his adrenaline for that later, else he'll be floor shit by now.
He may not know how to fight just like his brother quite yet, but with a resolve unshakable and a sister to protect, not knowing wasn't important to him.
Damon slapped the leader's hand away, removing his filthy hand off of his shoulder.
While the leader was shocked at the boy not hitting his knees again, Daemon took that opening.
He threw out a strong push kick, planting his foot into the stomach of the leader, channeling strength to his calves to push him back.
It worked. He sent the leader stepping back.
Without marveling about it working, Daemon dashed to the side.
Delivering a messy wild swing at one cheek cheek, a knee to family jewels of another, proceeding to throw himself at two more, tackling them as he dragged them into the ground.
He bit. He shoved. He even headbutted with a skull-cracking thud when someone grabbed his hair.
Becoming a snarling nuisance they couldn't quite pin down.
But his advantage still came at a cost.
A sneaker slammed into the side of his ribs, stealing the panting air from his lungs. A stomp drove him back to the ground.
"KEUEHK!! URGH!"
COUGH COUGH!
He curled himself up into a tight ball, shaking from overwhelming soreness flooding his body.
'GET UP!! GET UP!! GET UP!! GET THE FUCK UUUUP!!!!'
(A/N: Lil bro gonna get a slap for swearing 😭🙏)
TH-THUMP.. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!
His heart thumped loudly, to the point Daemon, and probably even Hazel could hear it, quickening in just one mere second.
He quickly (forcefully) began to push himself up, his hair hanging over his eyes, matted with dripping sweat.
They, all the boys, swarmed him then. All thinking the same exact thing.
'Don't let this little fucker get up!'
Three of them immediately grabbed his limbs, pinning them to the concrete.
But even if he was pinned down; the baby brother of Cassius motherfuckin' park, wasn't giving up with a relentless fight.
He yanked everyone of his limbs, trying to pry out from the weight.
"Keep still, you crazy little cunt!!"
"Fuck! Keep fuckin' still!!"
Daemon didn't. If anything, their words just fueled his relentless struggle.
"That's quite enough, isn't it~?" A voice from behind them cut through the noise.
A voice that didn't sound like it belonged near this peculiar scene.
The voice held that unmistakably touch of feminine: Smooth, clear, gentle yet sharp, and a hint of tease in there as well.
The boys faltered, their grip on Daemon's limbs loosening up.
They turned towards the sound of the voice, which was coming from the other side of the street, the opposite way of which Hazel and Daemon were running.
A girl stood there, her chin up and aura oozing off of her. Her white hair cascading over her shoulders and falling down her back, her brown eyes locked at the sight she was witnessing.
She wore a navy blue American football jacket, different brands stuck on the front and back, that also looked expensive enough to pay for all their clothes combined, added with not to tight, nor too baggy clean black pants, looking confident and effortless while a pair of white sneakers crunched small rocks under them.
Her body was the real artwork, though. A perfect hourglass build hid itself under her clothes, with pale legs, smooth and soft, holding up those big boobs that hung tight beneath her sweater, round and most differently squishy if one layed their hands within them.
Nontheless, she looked absolutely stunning. Or, in cultivation terms, a breathtaking jade beauty.
(A/N: Lol.)
Hazel squinted at her, trembling violently. The woman walked forward more, her sneakers a clean pair of white air force 1s.
Her movements were unrushed, as if the current scene she was looking at didn't bother, even though it did.
"If you think you can finish this nonsense, consider that this block will be filled with authorities any minute now. I'd like to see how yous explain your behavior to a officer~."
Though she said all that with a voice that seemed believable, in truth, it was a total lie. She hadn't called the police, she didn't even dial the digits for them. She was merely bluffing just so the boys could walk away.
The leader wavered, glancing between the woman and both sides of the streets.
The girl upon seeing this, thought that her bluff was working.
But she was wrong.
The leader moved his gaze back to the girl, and scanned her from her shoes up to her hair. The sight of her was just to good. His demons tempting him.
'Claim her...'
'Come on... y'know you wanna~.'
Yeah, he did.
So he complied with his temptations.
He tepped over Daemon's prone body,
dismissing him and his sister entirely.
"Heh~! Your threats don't scare me, beautiful. Jail, cells, Juvenile halls, babe those don't faze me one bit," the leader sneered, each word spoken was more distance he was closing.
He made it about a arms length, before he reached out to clamp his hand over her shoulder.
"Hm?—!!!?"
His hand stopped in mid-air, a tremor rattling at his wrist.
The girl, who was standing right in front of him, feeling a bit uncomfortable by his closeness, stared with a growing confused look as the blood drained from his face, turning his skin even more pale than it already was.
He visibly started to shake in front of her, his eyes locking onto something just beyond the woman's shoulder. Sweat sliding down his forehead.
The woman's confusion soon turned into a deep frown, now even more genuinely confused by his sudden shift in expression.
Understandable.
She, for one, couldn't see the shadow that had peeled itself from her own shadow behind her.
Whom stood a towering man.
He wore a white tee, basketball shorts that bagged to the point you can catch a glimpse of his boxers, and bright pink slides glued to his feet.
He looked like he'd just walked right out of a living room, not even caring on how he looked, but the air around him felt too heavy. His blue eyes weren't looking at the woman standing in his way; they were fixed on the leader's own eyes.
'Wh-who the fuck is that...?!'
"Hey, idiot. What the hell are you looking at?" The girl said, the silence pressing against her ears.
She shifted her waist muscles slightly and with her arm simultaneously, ready to shove at him to get the creep away from her while he was frozen for some reason. But, her body locked up. A coldness prickled at the nape of her pale neck hidden under that beautiful white hair, the kind of warning that tells a person they are in the presence of a "better."
A gloved hand, fingers long and surprisingly gentle looking, descended onto her right shoulder.
"KYAAA!!"
The poor girl shriek out of reflex, that kind which was universal word for "frightened."
Followed up by the frightened girl spinning on her heel, her body whipping around so sudden that she barely had a second to even think. The second thing that followed her cat-like "fright" was a swing of her balled up fist that zoomed to the stranger's face with every-little-thing she had.
Cassius, the one and only "Mr. Do-alot" raised his hand, that was just in his pocket, in a lazy, sweeping arc. THAP~! His fingers clamped themselves around her delicate knuckles with a muffled slap.
The momentum of her punch died right as it landed, her fist held fast in his grip as if it had hit a huge bloody rock!
"Ehh~? Who.... Who the hell are you...?"
The girls voice switched in tones; first one was confidence, second one being confused, now the third one was a mixture of shock, confusion, and mild curiosity all in one.
Cassius took a quick glance at her, taking in her appearance and expression, only for to move his pupils off with casual slowness.
Plus, he didn't really need to answer, since in about 10 milliseconds her question was going to get it anyway.... riiight... now,
"BROTHERR!!!"
The cry tore from their stick dry throats in a familiar unison as they launched themselves forward, a mad, stumbling dash toward the only person who could make any dark place have light.
'B... brother...??' The confusion deepened for the girl, watching as the two siblings ran toward the boy she had just tried to sock in the face.
Oof~~!
The two youngsters collided hard with his midsection, burying their faces in his shirt, wetting it once again. Making it the second time today.
Cassius stood motionless, their collision being anchored with one hand on each of their heads gently.
His eyes, taking the one glance away, never left the group. The group of boys had already averted their shaking pupils away from his own, not having the guts, nor even a ego to try and take a glimpse.
The only person, including the girl, who still stared at him was the leader, 'cause he had been frozen into that body lock, fear radiating from him.
Seeing that he still had at least one of the boys looking, Cassius reached behind his waist and pulled a small, black revolver out from his shorts waistband. He didn't point it at the boys, that was too direct and overused.
Instead, he brought the gun up into a vertical point slowly to his face, then pressed the barrel against his own lips.
The gesture simple yet scary.
Shhh~.
The leader looked ready to vomit, more sweat breaching his forehead as he looked the boy who was pressing a goddamn Smith & Wesson to his lips, unfazed.
As for the girl, who had also seen the gesture; she simply grew nervous because of it, but that was only for seeing a gun be used for something so casual, not for the boy himself....
Well, yeah, that to, but she knew she'll be safe. She was confident in that. After all, she tried to save the kids, who are non-other than his siblings, so she was hoping that would give him a good impression in his eyes.
Seeing that the leader got the message, Cassius tucked the gun away as fast as it had appeared, the heavy pressure in the alley disappearing with the gun, leaving behind only the muffled sobs of children.
The cold, terrifying look that was held in his gaze switched. Cassius crouched down, arriving just at the siblings eye-level while they stepped back to give room.
The hiccups from both of them, sharp inhales and skippy exhales, wiggled into his ears, twisting a invincible knife plunged into his emotions.
He hid far too well, though, the two hiccuping siblings unaware of the growing rage that their brother felt.
Trying hard to ignore the killing intent that wanted to break loose, Cassius checked Hazel's face and stomach, which the girl was holding. Seeing the bright, blooming bruise, he looked away.
He turned to Damon, tipped his chin to study the beating he had gotten.
Two milliseconds.
That was how long he could look at them before looking away. Or, looked through them just to hide what he was feeling at this very moment.
"You're both going to be just fine, 'Kay? A few days of good rest, Ma's care, and you can get back to being annoying little shits in no time~."
When Cassius finished, he leaned in forward, pressing his forehead against theirs, warming them and making the four eyes go wide with stunned expressions.
For a second, the group, girl, street, and world didn't exist for them three.
There was only the three of them, breathing in the same tight circle.
"... I'm sorry," he whispered to them. "I should have been here earlier. And I don't wanna use excuses, but I did have to do something real quick..."
'... That something being my safety.'
He pulled away from the two foreheads, his expression softened as he looked at both expressions: still stunned by his rare gentleness.
He didn't linger too long. He looked past his siblings.
He, finally and for the second time, stared at the girl who was watching the reunion, her brows up with her mouth slightly apart.
"And who might you be...?" Cassius asked. Though, truth be told, he already knew who she was. But y'know, gotta play the clueless fool card.
"Jinseo Hyeon, its nice to meet you~!" She answered, her voice regaining its composure while her expression reset back to her permanent small smile, that, just like how Cassius remembered, looked very playful.
Cassius felt a smirk tug at the right corner of his mouth. 'The white haired beauty of reality quest~~.'
As Cassius did a once over, taking in the alluring figure, a object around her left wrist, just peaking out from under her sweater sleeve, made his head title slightly. Amused and midly surprised.
'Ooh? She even still wears that promise bracelet~. I guess she hasn't forgotten about me then....'
Remember that "adopted," by many people who called him names story? Yeah, well, that story genuinely did hold some truth too it.
"Jinseo, huh..." He muttered.
"Appreciate you for stepping in. Not many have such courage to do what you did. Though, I highly recommend calling the pig--- cops, first before doing such things in the future."
He stood back up to his full, towering height, pulling his siblings gently with him.
"Also... would you mind doing me a favor. Please~?"
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[ A/N: Made some fuck ups, my bad. If you see "pupils" and it doesn't make sense, that's because it doesn't. I was actually meaning eyeballs, not pupils. So just ignore those errors. ]