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CHAPTERS 02

Even bent downwards, he looked like he was taller than me but that would be no surprise as I was shorter than most, standing at 5’6 and a half. His hair was shaved at the sides with curls sprawled out all over from the center, his hair a dark black but thick. He was thin but his features were sharp and when I squinted a bit I could see he a had nose ring dangling between his nostrils. I scrunched up my nose in dislike, that probably hurt a lot.

My staring fest ended when he popped his eyes opened and stood to his full height. Thought he was tall, he looked to be maybe 5’9 at best. He looked over at me and I squeaked aloud, a blush on my face as I looked everywhere else but at him.

« The hell are you just standing there for ? » He said aloud, his voice smooth and my eyes darted to the floor, clutching the straps of my bag awaiting a punch to be delivered to my face.

« I—um I… » I didn’t finish what I was saying because he interrupted me.

« Your missing the fight of the century, dude ! » He shrieked out in childish excitement and I looked up hesitantly, his lips quirked up and his eyes lit up and my anxiety calmed down slowly as I looked at him.

Before I could utter a word, however, my wrist was clasped and I was being dragged down the other way opposite of where I was going. My eyes were wide and I struggled to keep my bouncing circular lenses on my face. The guy was far too excited and didn’t seem to pay much attention to how I was basically dying behind him.

My mind registered what he said before and my face scrunched up as it usually did ; it’s a habit. Why was he so excited to see two people squabble ? Was that why those students were all running ? For a fight ? I felt shocked and clueless. If two people were fighting weren’t you suppose to call the police or faculty ? I felt oblivious but had no say in the matter as I allowed this boy to drag me to watch, ‘the fight of the century.’

He slowed down and my eyes caught sight of the wave of students who were here and my tongue got caught in my throat. What then heck ! All of these students are missing class just to watch this fight ? Where was the human decency ?!

Without fear or any care, the guy shoved students out of his way as he tried to get to the front to see the fight with one hand, the other hand still held my wrist as if his palm was glued to my wrist. I blushed and ducked my head as students glared at him and I after being pushed aside. I muttered quiet, ‘sorrys’ that I knew they wouldn’t hear.

We were now in front and I saw what was going on. I blinked, shock registered of my face as I took in what was happening. I flinched inwardly when the first thing I really saw was large fist slamming into the latters jaw, sending teeth out of his mouth and blood on the fist. I cringe as I felt sick. Blood made me nauseous and all of this violence made me anxious.

The smaller guy tumbled to the ground, grasping his jaw as cries left him and blood slipped past his lips. My eyes turned and I nearly froze as I became nearly transfixed in my spot. The bigger guy, alpha male of the whole fight fest, stood tall. He was definitely a gapping 6’1 tall, when you look at him the first thing you’d notice would either be his face that was model like or his arms that were big and bulging with tattoos littered all of his skin.

His eyes were dark and his jaw was locked, veins were protruding on his neck as he glare stone cold and emotionless at the guy on the floor. His fist were tightly clenched with the other guys blood and his thick thighs were spread slightly in his stance and it looked like he was about to kill the other guy with the amount of rage in his eyes. I panicked, not wanting to witness a mauling right before my eyes nor did I want this random stranger to get beaten to death.

Apart of me also really really didn’t want the cold tattooed guy to get his fist bruised up any further because under all the blood I saw cuts and it tugged at my small heart.

« This fight has to stop, » I tugged on the guy who dragged me here, trying to alter my voice so I’d be heard.

He was smiling, turning to look down at me when he felt his Champion grey shirt being tugged on. He bent down to near my height, cupping his ear.

« Say that one more time, » he said loudly.

« Stop this fight, » I raised my voice slightly and he stood to his height looking at me with a frown.

« Why ? » He asked me.

« B-because—where’s the human decency in this ! » I raised my voice to a higher octave and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

« You must be new here, I can tell, I’ve never seen your face before. I’m Kai just so you know, » he began talking all while watching as the tattooed guy raised the other guy off the floor by his collar, I chewed on my lip.

« And that guy—« he paused and pointed his finger at the big guy with the tattoos, »—is Killian King. »

Dangerous curiosity bubbled within me.

« Killian King ? » I squeaked quietly.

I’m not sure if he heard me but he nodded as if he did, he looked at me now.

« He’s not someone you speak to, have conversations with or even look at unless you have a death wish. He’s cold, ruthless and violent and definitely not someone to get into a squabble with. I heard he killed a mass of people before, » he spoke like he was an expert despite him not seeming to personal know him.

I don’t know what came over me but I wasn’t able to stop myself as I said, »that’s not true. »

His eyebrow raised in surprise and I backtracked quickly, mentally slapping my lips.

« I-I mean, y-you don’t know him so you d-don’t know if he killed a-anyone, » I stuttered out and he didn’t say anything before he rolled his eyes and laughed, ruffling my hair and causing me to flinch with a blush.

« You may be right about that, Bolt—«

« My name is Finnick—« I tried interjecting but he ignored me purposely.

« But if you come in between the alpha in his territory your bound to get ripped to shreds and you become little Bolt pieces, » he advised, squeezing my shoulder before unwrapping his arms around me.

I didn’t know what he was going on about with the wolf metaphors but my only fear was Killian bruising up his fist and the other guys face even more than it already was.

« Kai—« I turned to convince him once more but the guy next to us grasped my shirt in his fist and I squealed very masculine like, cough, and met eyes with his glaring ones.

« Goddamn just shut up, » he spat and threw me on the floor. I yelped as I collided on the harsh floors and slid, the only thing stopping me from sliding any further were feet.

My back ached and I brought myself in a fetal position as my defense mechanism. My eyes were closed tightly but I willed myself to peel them open and when I looked up I realized the situation I was in.

Here I was on the floor, on my back, and above me, my eyes instantly met Killian King’s raging gaze, jaw clenched and eyes a dark and deathly black. He stared at me as I stared back up at him. I was nearly face to face with a raging bull.