18 Fighting John

"You look in good shape," Mark said before turning to walk back towards the central table. He sat there, alone, while other fallens sat on the tables scattered around. "Not many of us got lucky as you," Mark added.

"He hid from the fight," one of the fallens said. It was Bobby, a twenty-one years old Canadian kid who was considered one of the oldest in the entire group.

"Yeah, we all know that," Mark sneered before adding in mockery, "can't blame a rat for running and hiding in front of the cat."

Aroon stood there facing all of this without blinking. He took a deep breath and finally opened his mouth and said: "You woke me up this early to just amuse your little gang?"

"Unlike you we had to stay up till now and work to stabilize the town," Tony, a seventeen years old fallen, said while rolling his favorite little iron chain around his hand before releasing it. "We just arrived here, sweet princess."

"We… need to talk," Mark said while having a diplomatic smile on his face. "We just came in and met some unsettled boys guarding the camp. They said weird things, right John?"

"Yeah, they said sh*t load of crazy things about him," John said in a tone that told Aroon he wasn't planning to drop what just happened.

And Aroon didn't mind that actually. In fact he used to avoid all of them, feeling a bit intimidated when facing such a gathering before.

But that was part of the past. He was now someone who wielded a long awaited power. He wasn't afraid, in fact he wanted them to keep coming at him.

He yearned to prove his quality and claim his worthy place among the elites.

In another way, he also considered them as punching bags to test out his power. After all he wasn't the one seeking trouble out here… He was simply playing by the rules, his new stelsel's rules.

"Staying all silent about it, aren't you?" Mark asked while he slowly moved his nails, scratching the metallic table.

That annoying sound he used to create using his nails was something everyone hated, including Aroon.

"What do you want me to say?" Aroon calmly asked as if he was the boss here.

"First let's see what your side of the story is," Mark finally stopped what he was doing as he waved his arms around, "c'mon, tell us a little nice bedtime story."

"Why should I?" Aroon shrugged as if he didn't care about any of this.

"Did you get your head hit by something while hiding out there, loser?" John sneered and whispers started to spread among the other fallens.

"I don't like you," Aroon directly said it in his face.

"Me neither," Mark jumped off his seat, took off his brown leather jacket and threw it on the floor. "Let me show you how I deal with those I really hate."

"Stop it John," Cheryl's voice came sharply to attract everyone's attention, "he did us a great favor by helping Anna."

"He didn't know that," Mark said, "I bet he even didn't notice she was injured."

"She looked fine to me," Aroon casually lied, "but I'm tired and all sleepy. If you have nothing else to say then I'll go up there and get a nice long sleep."

"Who said a f*cking loser like you can stay at the same place like us? Huh?" John took a couple of steps and stopped in front of Aroon.

The two stood there in the middle of the empty space between others. "What? Are you afraid now sweet boy? Do you want to run to your mama?"

"Mark…" Cheryl shouted in distress, "stop it now!"

"Or what?" Mark tilted his head slowly to her, "you saw him… He is acting like the king of the town."

"Indeed I am!" Aroon didn't let him continue what he wanted to say before pointing at him, "after I finish off him, I'll come at you."

"See?" Mark shook his head in a helpless way, "that's the price you pay to treat others nicely."

"Aroon… Please stop this," Cheryl said while she was starting to freak out.

Aroon glanced at her and could only sigh. She wasn't the one to be blamed for her fear, but him.

He was known as the loser fallen, the one without powers. He was weak, helpless against anything while others were walking in the town and having the treat of kings and queens.

"But no more…" Aroon suddenly said while clenching both fists.

"I beg your pardon?" Mark acted as if he didn't hear him out clearly, "what did you just say?"

"I will show you what I just said," Aroon turned to John, "c'mon fancy boy, let's see how your mama raised you."

"F*ck you," John was instantly enraged and didn't stop in his place for a second.

John had a very interesting ability to control electricity all around him.

Precisely for that he thought himself special, and acted based on his unique ability.

But Aroon knew how dick he was.

"Boom!"

The air around John trembled faintly while the machines all around started to pop up with sounds. Electricity was gathering around John's fist as he aimed towards Aroon's head.

Everyone knew how hard it was to deal with John face to face. Even the tanker, Anna, couldn't take a couple of his direct punches in a fight once before.

"Freezing in fear now, huh? Didn't you learn anything from watching us fight all this time?" John sneered when he saw Aroon standing still, waiting for him to come.

Yet just before he could reach out to him, Aroon suddenly moved.

His speed accelerated all of sudden and his body created afterimages. He was like riding a ferrari and his opponent was on a toddler's bicycle.

"Damn!" John cursed while he tried to turn around. He guessed where Aroon would come at him from… his back.

"Are you daydreaming?" Yet the sound of Aroon came from his front instead… And it was so close to him. "It's still too early for the sun to shine."

"Bang!"