He sat at his room window just blank.
His long dark hair was being blasted by the wind towards the room. He had untied his male ponytail and let his natural hair enjoy the feeling of the wind in his hair. His grey eyes stared ahead downhill onto the city. His eyes always seemed to focus on nothing in particular. They seemed so deep in thought no one ever knew what he was thinking. Even he himself had no idea on who he was.
He viewed closer onto their compound. There she was, her sister. Alicia was hopping onto the back of her boyfriend's bike going off.
He shouted quietly from where he was,"You do know if Mr. Frelington found out that his beloved daughter was going out with a thug from the streets..."
" What if he found out that his crowned jewel knew about it and didn't dare speak a word!?" Alicia shouted louder.
" Look , don't do this. You're much more than a thug's go to toy!"
" Alex!"
" Truth hurts doesn't it!.That hubby of yours only likes you for benefits. He doesn't know a thing about love. And it seems he got you wrapped round his finger huh!?"
"Alex Frelington, if you knew what was right you would shut up now!"
" Or else what"
Alicia just stood there shocked. She tried to speak but something held the words in her brain from coming out.
"Thought so too! You never had it in you to face up and accept the truth. Thats why that rascal takes you for granted. You're worth more sis."
" Rot in hell"
Alicia jumped onto the bike that was now revving its engine .
" See ya brother in-law" Branson uttered his first word to Alex.
" Sure thing, in hell!"
The two drove off as Alex just watched them. He watched as the bike lights disappeared in the tree-walled road heading to the city downhill
" Let the painter paint!?" Alex muttered to himself as he stared in the dark hill slope.
"What if he falls of the ladders! " He said to himself followed by a smile after the light faded completely. A smirk appeared on his face.
******
Alex moved back to his room and saw his feathered dark jacket on the hangs. An idea sparked in his mind. He picked up his phone. It screamed ' Wednesday, 12:52am'
He took his car keys and rushed to the jacket. He wore it and jumped out his windows and landed on their porch. In his pocket he fished out a key to his Father's Cadillac.He took to the lightly foggy road.
" Yet it seems the painter must paint, he only stops once his ladders are cut." He said as a smile began forming on his face. The dull grey moonwash light on his face formed a slit showing the eye level and above. His hair was still untied. The open window kept forcing it to dance silkily in the air. His eyes stuck up ahead but not at the road but at what was waiting for him ahead. Something better for him and his family.
Minutes later the guy landed at Mafore street. He tried to ask around for his loving sister's hubby but everyone showed him off. Only one thing though, he never quit so easily. He started to roam around. You'd expect such a rich kid to be robbed in such thug streets but the way he shot glances at them left them perilous. His deep grey eyes made him look like some werewolf ready to tear his offender in seconds. Though, he really was!
He looked at his phone, still 1 pm. Then he decided to phone her. Two tones and he heard it. From the corner right in front of him. It was her sister's favourite Bermudian ukelele ringtone.
He was happy to find her but couldn't seem to face the fact that she was in an alley corner doing heaven knows what. Mr nice guy vanished unless than two second and dark werewolf was back. He moved closer. He heard it ,, Ten paces from the turn. Her sisters shrilling cry tire through the air.
He moved faster resisting the urge to run for his posterity. He manoeuvred the turn and found himself viewing a scene he wished he would have never seen. Three men stood ahead of him facing away. All of them so fashionably adorned in the suits their creator gave them. One of them had rather familiar pale yellow hair. Then his gaze fixed on a naked woman laying head down and pushed against the wall. Her hair was black and untied. It looked somehow silky. . Her face couldn't be seen but one thing caught his eye. A farmiliar strand of white hair originating from the right part of her hairline. Only one person he knew had that , Alicia. He could not believe his eyes. Her entire body under the silverish moonlight radiated. Her curved body perfectly exfoliated by the wash of grey light. Her balloons popping from the chest standing out between feet of two of the three men. A little zoom in and they had scratch marks. Now that he mentioned it he saw one of the man squeeze her right balloon aggressively. It was the guy with the yellow hair. It was that Branson.
" What are you doing to my sister!?"He roared in anger.
The trio turned to face him. They exposed their disgusting selves to innocent Alex.
"Oh, brother in law, you weren't supposed to see that!" Branson said in a cool sinister tone.
"You really are wicked Branson"
"No, its like you said, a painter has to paint!" He said as he broke up in laughter. His laughs were so loud and the echo made them seem deep.
" You're gonna pay for this" He said as he charged towards the guy. His only goal was to lay his hands on Branson and make him a late. Too bad someone yo his back had other plans. He felt a sharp pang to his back as if being hit by a arrow to the spine he fell foward and dust arose from his thud. Two men held him by either side and lifted him to face Branson. He tried to force himself out of their grip but felt a sharp pain to the same spot again. He wanted to fall but the men's grip was tight. Then the nitwit held his chin and lifted his faced his. His breath reaked.
"You weren't supposed to see this, but I cant kill you now, can I?" He paused and gazed into his grey eyes. " You seem to forget that a bear can kill....and be killed"
He walked back at the almost lifeless female and said," What's a better punishment than watching your dear Alicia die ?"
He progressed to make a caress on her body again. Was he going to do it to her again? Alex could not keep his cool. He watched as the hand migrated lower and lower to the one destination he knew. He couldn't avert his eyes. Why were they forcing him to watch this. He wanted to jump and pound on the guy and tear him to pieces , skin , meat and bones.
The wind picked up. It started as rustles but grew into string wind which sounded like whispers. By reflex , Branson turned to face Alex. He saw someone else. His eyes were glowing grey. Grey enough it seemed white. His view was fixed on him. Alex then said while staring deep into him," Small as the snake is, the lion still respects it. But if it crosses its lines, the venom does its job."
Alex let out a laugh and suddenly let himself fall to a kneeling position and pounding his fost on the ground on either sides of his captors. He focused his vision ahead into the blank front. The men holding him were lifted up by the force of his pound. He lifted his open palms and instantly the men were levitating mid air in air force fields. He moved his open palms fowards and th bubbles moved fowards ahead of him. He then clenched his hands into fists. Then suddenly the bubbles of air compressed and shrinked in a split second. The men bodies eploded in chunks of flesh and splashes of blood. It was literally raining blood. He then fixed his gaze on the main offender. His face had slashes of blood but weirdly only on his right side. His dark long silky hair was soaking with blood. The other twa offenders tried to make a run for it but were stopped in their way. Alex moved his hands fowards and angled out to the sides of Branson. They were trapped in the cages made by air. Alex moved his two hands in an anti parallel manner. Instantly, the men were moved towards the opposite walls with shocking force. Over and over again the men were bruised beyond recognition. Then with a final blow. The bodies remained plastered to the wall, literally.
"Ever heard of paint the town red!" He said as he faced the last of his targets.
"What are you?" He asked in pure shock. He tried to run but every muscle in his body refused to work.
"The devil!" Alex said as he lifted his right palm. Instanlty the man was set aloft in his air force field. He put his left palm over his right palm and twisted the left. Instantly , Branson's upper body started to rotate as hi lower body stayed still. Snaps were all that was heard. Branson screamed in pain, making Alex feel even more enjoyment.
He lifted his left and lowered the right. Branson's body snapped in half. He then lowered his palms and the two halves fell to the ground with the same immense force.
He then turned and saw Alicia scrambling to a corner. She sat there and wept loudly.
Then it was blackout!
The next day the police found the scene and recorded the details as four dead males and an assaulted female. Alicia Frelington was taken to an asylum for a post trauma mental treatment after she gave a testimony of seeing men being lifted midair and torn in halves by a tall man-like figure.
Alex's phone was traced to the same place as her sister's. They concluded his case as deceased.
Alex was gone!