About To Go(The Fight)...21

By the time Troy arrived at the scene, Lucas was already on top of Timothy as he dealt punches at him...

Timothy was already bleeding as his entire face was covered in blood and was also swollen...

"Lucas it's okay, it's enough...!" Troy cried as he ran and pulled his brother away from Timothy...

But Lucas pulled Troy's hand away from his shoulder as he looked his brother in the eye...

For a second, Troy thought that Lucas would hit him, so he used his hand to block his face, but when he discovered that his brother was only standing there looking at him as he panted in anger, Troy slowly relaxed...

When Lucas sensed that his brother was relaxing, he pointed his chin to something behind him as he said;

"Go take a look at Bryan...!"

"Then you can tell me whether it's enough or not!"

After he had said that, he turned and walked away, kneeling where Timothy was, Lucas, pulled him up by grabbing his hair...

Looking at his brother, he waited...

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When Troy pulled him away to face him, Lucas had an angry look on his face, like as if he would punch him or something...

That was the reason why Troy has used his hand to block his face...

When Lucas told Troy to go take a look at Bryan, he wanted to stop Lucas from heading towards Timothy...

But then again, he thought...

'Go take a look a look at Bryan...?'

When Troy thought about it, he narrowed his eyes a little...

'Did something happen to him?' He couldn't help worrying as he took a step forward...

But then he stopped.

Turning to look behind him, he didn't see his little brother...

Turning back to look at Lucas, Lucas pointed at something on the ground...

Following his direction, he noticed something, or rather, someone lying as though lifeless on the ground.

Frowning he took slow steps as he stealthily made his way towards the lying figure.

As he moved, his head slowly tilted from side to side...

When he had reached where the body was, he gently turned over the body so he could see the face of the person...

At first, he didn't want to believe what Lucas was trying to say...

But he was his brother, and he had no choice...

But still

Troy had his doubts...

When he saw Bryan's face, Troy tilted his head a little to the right side...

Running his eyes over his brother's body, he found his hand stained with something dark in color...

Blood...

That was the first thing that came to his mind.

Looking down at Bryan's very body well, as he squinted his eyes, he discovered his brother's left side was darker than usual...

Being the fact that he wore a leather jacket made it difficult to ascertain whether what Troy was thinking was correct...

Pulling his brother's jacket to the side, Troy's eyes widened in shock...

His assumption had been correct...

His brother had been bleeding.

And it wasn't a small amount that poured out of him...

The blood flow had been massive...

To the extent where Troy knelt, the leaves were also covered in dry blood.

Lifting his head as his fist slowly tightened, Troy slowly turned his head to look behind him at his brother, Lucas...

Lucas on the other hand waited patiently for his brother's cue, whilst stealing looks at Timothy...

As he held onto Timothy's hair, his grip tightened...

He could hear Timothy whispering out his name...

"L...Lu...Lucas...!" Timothy called.

Lucas refused to answer.

"Lucas...!" Timothy called again.

Lucas still refused to answer.

"Lucas, please...look at me, hear me out...!" Timothy begged.

"Look at you?" Lucas asked as he finally turned to look at Timothy.

"Hear you out?" Lucas asked again.

Pulling him up by the hair, Luca looked at him as he asked;

"What can you possibly say, that will make you look repentant, huh?"

"Can you explain the reason, for my little brother's severe injury? Can you?"

"If you can I'll let you off...!"

"But if I can't...?" Timothy asked, already scared to death right now.

Lucas shrugged just stared at him...

"We'll just have to see what the Lord has in store for you...!" Lucas said with a cute smile...

"Now talk!" Lucas' voice had already turned from previously sweet, to currently sharp...

Lucas' voice was sharp.

Gulping, Timothy said;

"O...Ok...Okay, Lu, Lucas...!"

"Don't call my name, you're not related to me...!" Lucas said sharply.

"Then what am I supposed to call you to gain your attention...?" Timothy asked in disbelief.

Lucas shrugged.

"I don't know...!" He said.

"But you better think of something, otherwise you're not gonna find it funny...!" Lucas said.

Gulping again, he said;

"Well...um...I...I didn't do anything to your little brother, I swear...!"

"When I brought him here, he was gently placed on the ground and then I went back and stood there to wait for the guys...!" Timothy said as he pointed in the direction where he had stood earlier.

"Can you see it?" Timothy asked as his eyes were trying to see the direction where he was pointing at...

Lucas' was no fool...

He knew exactly where Timothy had stood so he didn't bother turning his head to look.

Staring intently into his eyes, Lucas nodded slightly as he said;

"Yeah, I've seen it!"

Timothy looked at him in surprise.

"But you didn't look at it...!" Timothy said.

"How dumb can you get...?" Lucas cried.

"Don't you know, you can see the angles on both sides of your eyes without having to turn and look? If you don't, then what'd you come to school for?" Lucas asked frustratedly.

"But I was trying to show you where I was so that I can explain what happened...!"

Lucas shook his head.

"Nah...I don't believe you therefore, I won't believe you!" Lucas said.

Timothy's heart sunk.

"W....W...Why?" Timothy asked as he stuttered.

Letting go of Timothy by the hair, Timothy landed head first to the ground, but not in a hard way...

Lucas tucked his hand into his pockets as he took one step back and looked at Lucas.

"Do you know why it's so hard to believe you?" Lucas asked.

"Please tell me...!" Timothy said between his clenched teeth.

Lucas was quiet for a while.

"When my brother complained about having something stuck in his side that hand him bleeding profusely, I thought you were going to help him...and I guess my little naïve brother did too...!"

'Crap...did he see that?' Timothy thought to himself.

"When you placed your hand on his side, I thought...'Oh, My God...is Timothy gonna help my brother?'...!" Lucas said.

"But...it never happened, and instead, you made him feel much more pain by pushing whatever had given him the injury back inside his body instead of pulling it out...you don't have a brain to know the side effects that it might have in his body, so why did you do it?" Lucas asked as he remove his glasses and wiles the tears that were now rolling down.

"Did you want to send a little boy to his early grave?"

"If someone had done that to you when you were little, I think it'll have been much better instead of letting you grow up and wreaking havoc everywhere and to anyone...!"

His voice had become emotional, making him tear up...

Putting them back on, he said;

"You better hope my brother doesn't approve...!"

"Because if he does...you're dead!"

When he said that, he turned to look at his brother, who was still stiff from his discovery.

Not too long after, Troy turned and looked at him...

Giving him a nod, Lucas turned and looked at Timothy, whose face had already turned pale from the nod...

Looking down at him for a while, Lucas was deep in thoughts...

After some time of internal contemplation, he removed his hands from his pockets as he placed his hands on his knees and rested on them, as he stared at Timothy...

Timothy was frightened to death right now...

He fell back when Lucas rested his hands on his knees...

He thought he was about to deal him another blow...

Shielding his head with his other good hand, Timothy waited for the punch that was about to befall him...

But...

None came...

Opening his tightly closed eyes, Timothy slowly let his eyes wander as he looked at Lucas' feet...

Tracing it up slowly, he found Lucas to be staring at him...

Expression; Unreadable...

Trembling in fear, Timothy gazed on at Lucas...

After a long while of staring, Lucas whispered;

"Don't let me do this to you, Tim...!"

" 'Cause, you're not gonna like it when I fight!" And with that, he stood upright.

"I may be small, but...I don't joke with those that mess with my siblings...!"

"Have I ever told you that I am a student of taekwondo and have learned almost all their moves?" Lucas asked as he played with his fingers.

"Oh right, that's it, I haven't told you...No!"

Looking down at Timothy one more time, Lucas turned and left.

"You better get lost before I change my mind...!"

"I can't believe a kid your size and your age wouldn't know how to read properly...!" Lucas purposely said as he chuckled.

"Such a shame...!"

Timothy frowned as he looked at Lucas as he walked.

Was it because he had managed to beat him up when he wasn't looking that he thinks he has the guts to talk bullshit to him?

Timothy chuckled...

He hadn't seen anything yet!

Looking around him, he looked for something...

Not only good for attacking or beating someone up...he needed something sharp, but that could also penetrate his body and leave a scar that he would never forget...

Or maybe...

He didn't need something as useless as he was...

Having that thought, Timothy gritted his teeth as he used his hand to hit the ground...

"Bullshit...!" He cussed.

Finally, something caught his eye...

It wasn't shiny nor attractive...

It was rusted as it took the color of the dry maple leaves that he was seated on

Smiling, Timothy reached for it...

Grabbing it as he carefully analyzed it, he noticed that although it was rusted, it didn't lose its sharpness...

Sure enough, it was hard for him to stand up due to his dislocated arm...

But getting up though, Timothy managed his dislocated arm and with the rusted iron in his other hand, he rushed after Lucas...

With the rustling of the leaves, no one wouldn't be able to tell that something or someone's coming swiftly behind them...

As soon as he raised his hand, Lucas swiftly turned around and dodged Timothy's incoming hand, and then holding his other arm, he brought Timothy forward as he gave him a heavy slap to the back of his neck...

'Pa!'