TROUBLE OR NOT

CLAY rushed forward, inserting himself between the two and successfuly gripping the hand of the man holding a knife. Completely stopping the man's action of trying to stab the boy. "What are you doing?"

"Let go! Let go! I have to kill that devil!" the man shouted madly, still struggling and trying to stab the kid.

The little boy gripped the hem of Clay's shirt tightly. "B-big brother..."

Clay looked down and his face sank when he saw the condition of the boy. His golden brown hair was completely messy. Even with his sun-kissed skin, anyone could clearly see the bruises on his arms and face. The swollen left eye was even more eyecatching. It was so swollen that one couldn't even see the color of his iris. Which was actually the same golden brown as his hair.