The vehicle jolted, pulling Arthur out of his deep thoughts, which had him smiling at that memory. His uncle Thomas was in front of him with his entire team from the special division of Brave Security in Chicago. Thomas looked at his nephew and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you're going on vacation, kid? You almost killed someone."
Thomas was very much like his older brother Colt, but his hair was entirely white, and his skin a bit darker. He had a muscular physique like that of a soldier and strong expressions. Arthur looked at him, not understanding what was happening, but his mention of that incident made the young man think about what had happened.
Arthur was returning from school after another fight, this time he was skateboarding from his school to home, despite his parents insisting he return by car with the family driver. Now the beanie he had received as a gift and his headphones were his main attire, as if they were part of his body. He was focused on the music playing in his headphones when he felt a jolt, causing him to fall on his backside.
An older boy with a malicious expression looked at the young man still on the ground while the others surrounded Arthur; in the distance, there was another young man with some bandages on his face.
The older boy looked in the direction of the young man with the bandages and shouted. "Palpatin, is this the little shit who beat you up?" It didn't seem like the boy was happy about it; perhaps the nature of the guy shouting wasn't the best, but he ignored the apprehension and grabbed Arthur by the collar of his shirt.
"You rich boy, you beat up my brother, now we're going to teach you that you can't hit him." However, Arthur stared at the boy who was clearly about four years older than him, and taller. He spat in the face of the young man holding the collar of his shirt and kicked him in the stomach, rolling his body backward while fixing his own posture and then looked at everyone there.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Number? Height? You're all losers, I'll wipe the floor with you." However, against his odds, numbers, strength, and height really made a difference. One of them held Arthur from behind, and the others began to beat him.
After much bruising, he was let go, but the tallest and oldest went to Arthur's body, taking his beanie, a gift from his friend Bea. "I like this beanie, I'm going to keep it." Arthur was a simple person, he was enchanted by small gifts, and that was something precious to him.
At that moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and a loud buzzing in his ears, a buzzing that grew louder until it brought him close to madness. A strong gust of wind engulfed the young man, a crimson energy that instantly made his veins bulge.
Everyone there was astonished by what was happening; one of them started to run while the others stood watching what could happen. Arthur quickly got up, feeling that surge of anger and adrenaline in his body.
In an instant, he closed the distance between him and the tallest one, grabbing him with brutal force by his chin and throwing him against the wall. Everyone there could see the scream of pain from the boy who had two fractures exposed, one in his right arm and one in his left leg. One by one, Arthur punched them brutally like a monster until his vision darkened.
Again, there was a jolt in the van, this time his uncle Thomas looked at Arthur with a certain air of hope. "You're going to stay here for a while, Arthur, away from all that family mess. I still believe everyone is equal regardless of their abilities. But these people are like you.
I'm sure you're a good kid, just unlucky to have a crazy family with perfectionism. Maybe this place will make you see the world differently. You can call me whenever you want to spend some time at my place; it's not far from here." After saying these words, Thomas smiled at Arthur and gave him a hug. Arthur looked at his uncle and smiled contentedly. "Thank you, uncle, I'll handle this. I'll make you proud." Through the rear window of the van, he could see written on the facade of the place, "Welcome to Hail Saints."