The Slasher
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 59374
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"By the way, there's something on your shirt" added Fred, hiding the smirk
on his face. He then just stood there, in his spot, listening behind him.
He could hear footsteps sprinting in his direction. He was patient. He
let the footsteps grow nearer and nearer. When they sounded as though they
were right beside him, he spun around, holding his hand open in front of
his face which, a second later, caught the fist of the boy. Fred dug his
dirty, sharp, finger nails into the boy’s hand, tearing the skin of the top
of the boy’s hand.
The boy didn’t wince. Instead, he thrust his free arm at Fred’s grasping arm. He pulled it to his side as hard as he could. Fred felt his grasp of the boy’s hand leaving and his body being forced away towards the ground. Reflexively, he let out his arms to try to catch his body, but he failed and found himself rolling next to the sidewalk…right into an enormous dirt pile. Fred jumped up, wheezing from the dust surrounding him. He looked at his clothes. They were now filthy. This would cost him a good chuck of change.”Begging for an early grave, boy?” Fred asked fiercely. ”I think you need to take it easy, old man.” The boy said coolly. “By the way, you’ve got something on your shirt.”Fred roared and rushed towards boy, and continued to fight. The crowds began swarming around them once again, cheering them on, some of them even taking sides. They weren’t able to throw more than a few punches at each other before their quarrel was broken up by an unfriendly force. “Alright! Break it up you two…hey, Hey! I’m talking to you! Stop! Oh, that’s it!” said the slasher, noticing that his words were doing nothing. I walked between the two quarrelers and pushed each of them backgrounds.“By order of the city patrol, I demand you to stop your quarreling immediatly!” the slasher bellowed over the voices of Fred and the boy’s curses and threats. The boy stopped what he was doing and stood up straight, motionless. Fred, however, tried to push through the man and continued to attempt to tackle the boy. “Enough!” screamed the slasher, slapping Fred swiftly across the face.” Fred ceased his attacking and begun nursing his cheek. He stared at the man who’d just hit him. By his royal navy outfit and crest-shaped badge, Fred could identify who this man was immediately.”A slasher” He muttered irritably. He loathed many people in the world, but slashers were among the top of his list. They were the lowest ranked units in the city’s Patrol Squad. Many of them were made up of cocky, young, rookies who thought they owned the city, and this man was no exception. “Careful, I’m a geohound-” Fred began to say. “I don’t give a damn if you’re the queen of Englinda!” spat the slasher. “I could report this and you’d be cleaning the shit out of chamber pots for a month.” He turned to pony tailed boy. “And you. I don’t know who you are, but I could put you in jail for at least twenty-four hours and take a pretty penny from you”. He paused, and then continued speaking in a bit calmer tone. “But you’re both lucky enough to have caught me at a bad time. I have somewhere to be right now, so I’m willing to let this brawl slip on one condition.” He smiled. “Shake hands and apologize right now.Fred and the pony-tailed boy were dumbfounded. The crowds exchanged grins. It looked as though the slasher would have had better luck asking a dog to juggle. However, the pony-tail boy slowly stepped forward and pulled out hand. ”I sorry sir” he muttered, sounding unregretful.The slasher nodded in approval and turned to Fred. “Your turn geohound”
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