4 Chapter 4 (Timmy 2)

Three of them arrived at the lounge area, where they watched the horrible sight dozens of men who were half naked and dancing. Augustya figured that they had been watching live streaming for a while.

"Timmy, we brought the culprit."

Augustya stared at the man who was half-naked, with a chubby face and a right prosthetic leg. 

"Kid, did you miss me?"  Timmy was delighted to see his favourite prey.

"Last time our match was interrupted by Gan. Now we have a chance to end it." Timmy said in amusement.

"Ok!" Augustya agreed and didn't try to argue with him. Timmy blinked his eyes, and their subordinate understood what he wanted to say.

In a few minutes, a stage was prepared for them. On the concrete surface, they covered a red carpet in a 2 metre radius.

It was more of a street fight where two people fight for death and life. Knives, blades, and any other form of physical or psychic ability were allowed here; to add an extra kick in the  battle.

Timmy and Augustya steeped into the stage.

"I am a perfectionist, so I want everything to be in perfect coordination. Even killing needs to be precise and in proportion," Timmy said in amusement, looking at the boy with disdain who was standing against him.

"3,2,1." The crowd started counting down.

"Start!"

Timmy approached with a round kick and aimed at Augustya's leg, though Augustya dodged it very well. 

"Not bad, kid," Timmy praised him and aimed for his head. Augustya bent a little and used his left hand to jab his stomach constantly, however his punches weren't effective.

Timmy's lips curved up in amusement as he felt the boy didn't have any strength.

Timmy roared.  "My body is made of steel!" 

Augustya's eyes popped out, and he watched the monster pluck out the dart from his bare body. The blood splattered on the ground.

"Speed and accuracy." Augustya recited under his breath and focused at winning.

Augustya was a close-range fighter, so he had to be closer than 2 yards to his opponents. Nonetheless, because of his physical abilities, he had the opportunity to win this combat. 

"Heh! Timmy, why don't you learn from the past? Your legs are better compared to your brain." Augustya mocked.

"Let me taste you my fist." Timmy was displeased as he was headed over to Augustya. 

'3 yards...2 yards..hold a little.' Timmy's fist landed on Augustya's face, and his body retracted back.

The impact of the strike was sufficient to ruin his chances of winning the match. Augustya shut his eyes for that moment as if he was stung by many killer bees.

*Thud*

He was knocked to the ground. Timmy with a smile on his face, turned around to enjoy the glory of his win.

The crowd was silent and prepared to announce the winner. 

Yet, in the next moment, Timmy felt pain from dozens of stings, coming from his back. Augustya mustered up enough courage to quickly scramble to his feet. He  wiped the blood with the back of his hands. 

"Stupid bull!" Augustya exclaimed.

Timmy turned around and loathed these tiny-winy creatures. He didn't expect that this kid had some secret trick up on his sleeve.

"You did it on purpose." Timmy eyes were furious and clenching his fist tightly.

"Fool," in his voice, there was a hint of mockery.

Timmy walked over to him. His calm expression and chilling aura emanated that might fear the crowd. He launched a blade toward Augustya, sadly it didn't miss the shot.

"Ahhhh!"

Augustya swiftly blocked it with his bare hands, still it pierced through his skin. It took a few seconds for him to realise what had happened to him. The blood gushing down was from his upper arm. 

His eyes were bloodshot as he pulled out his blade.

Augustya growled " You..scoundrel", gritting his teeth in anger.

"A true fighter doesn't backstab others" 

Timmy grinned and scoffed, "Natch is no place for true things."

Augustya Pandora felt his heart tighten, ready for vengeance again.

He turned around and aimed at Timmy's head. Abruptly someone jumped in between them.

"I know you are capable enough to wipe him out…BUT" Zekrom said as he facepalm.

He continued "but keep your head calm".

Augustya shifted his gaze towards Zekrom. "Does it matter if I kill another  one ?" Augustya replied. He had a grim expression with his eyes craving for blood.

Zekrom's face changed, his expression turned more serious.

"August, Look outside the door" Zekrom whispered into his ear. 

Augustya turned around to notice a few guards standing at the entrance gate.

"Everyone, The fight's over. Don't stare at the boy" announced Zekrom.

He continued, "And Timmy, be a man rather than Quisi." with a playful smirk on his face.

Quisi is a transgender marine fish that can change its gender from male to female or vice versa. Its hideous appearance is unforgettable for those who see it. Calling someone a Quisi means you are just being a bigot. The crowd went silent, seeing the opportunity the sneaky boy escaped with him.

All this time, Augustya didn't utter a word as he followed what he said.

As they entered their cell, Augustya bombarded them with questions and allegations.  His shouting and howling could be heard on the other end of the wall.

The conversation turned into an argument then it broke into a fight.

"Why did you stop me ? I should have killed him. They don't deserve to live," Augustya said with fury in his eyes.

Zekrom sighed, and answered calmly "Don't do deeds just to satisfy your ego; one day you will burn from it" This was told by his late mother.

"He is the one who attacked me. Don't you see that. Perhaps this is another trick of yours to deceive me"  

"You are right this is another trick. I can't believe the boy who has I.Q more than 175, couldn't understand this Igrius language. " 

" Stop your nonsense, Zek?" Agustya said, enraged as he hopped on to the bed. 

"Douchebag!" Zekrom cursed, " You spied on me. And you are saying I am spouting nonsense ? " He was furious as if he would broke his bones now. He took out the nano-fly from his trousers and threw it on the ground. 

"I am sick with your naivety and nonsense. This world is not for you"  He pointed at the brutal truth that pierced Augustya's heart. 

Augustya froze for few seconds and tied the knot of the bandage as he held in the throbbing moan.  Timmy's blade that pierced his right arm, fortunately wasn't a deep cut. 

The room temperature began to lower as their conversation turned turmoil.

"Every single day, What are you doing while I am trying to survive and save your ass." Finally, Augustya let out a breath.

"That will not happen if you just decide to stay in this glass castle" Zekrom interrupted and lit out the ugly truth. 

"Zekrom, You just goof around all-day" 

"I wish I didn't owe your siblings. Blame my birth because I was born like that" Zekrom sniffed.  

Augustya's mind was in turmoil, as he was on the verge to beat him. 

"So, what are you two doing alone in the room ?" Augustya questioned him in a lower voice, as he felt betrayed by his only friend.

"Aren't you already known for fly? Kind of your information, Milly and I enjoy the alone time"  Zekrom lied in confidence. He was not interested in disclosing his plan to the gold spoon.

'Milli and I are a thing,' Zekrom mumbled. He began to imagine two of them sitting on a bench and their lips brushing in.

"Asshole!" Augustya Pandora cursed. 

"Lewd but yummy!" Zekrom muttered and licked his upper lips.

Augustya sighed! "Stop fabricating. Tell me the truth" Augustya glared, as he was itching to smash his head. 

Zekrom blushed as he paused for a few seconds. "Millie and I"  He giggled, his cheeks were red as tomatoes.

"You Fool!" Augustya threw the pen towards him in frustration. 

Zekrom dodged the pen and slightly frowned "You, what's your problem?" 

Augustya pursed his lips and exclaimed, "Let me remind you. We owe someone."

Zekrom chuckled as he replied,"Nobody owes a dead one. How far do we go for this vengeance ?" 

"Till I rip out those bloody hearts from each of them," exclaimed Augustya. His face showed the determination he had on this revenge.  

"Lunatic! A fool only thinks about his pride" 

*Bam bam* 

All of a sudden someone violently banged the other side of the wall.

"Effin Assholes! We are trying to get some sleep. Stop being out loud or I will get in there and pull out your bloody lynx" Other side prisoner said in a harsh tone.

"°....°" 

After that both of them didn't utter a word. They lay down on their bunk beds with unresolved issues.

'Zekrom the jackal"