GENUINE SUPERHUMAN

Chapter 9 : Invisible Creature again.

Three figures pulled out. They were 2  bearded men and a slender-figured woman. But other people remained in the cars.

They were all African-Americans too. The woman wore exquisite short white dress and black jacket. She looked gorgeous. 

Everyone could tell from her appearance that she was prestigious and wealthy.

The two men both wore tight black shirt that exposed their muscular and intimidating bodies. They looked extremely domineering and imposing. 

The three walked over. 

"Indeed this place is awesome! The laneway is a bit wider and could be used as a workshop."

Said the woman nonchalantly. 

"That's right. We can just purchase some rooms that surrounded the laneway and renovate them if we wanna increase it's size"

The muscular tall man said with a great sense of joy. 

Then he walked toward us and said.

"Kids, find another place to play and never come back to this place! Do you hear me!?"

All of us had displeased looks on our faces. Especially the others because the laneway had been their place for years. 

Yet some adults pulled out of the thin air and threatened them, the owners to scram.

However, no one dared to call in question what the intimidating man said but they were still hesitant to leave. 

"Hey! Don't you understand english? Scram!"

The man shouted coldly as he pointed at my face, precisely, my nose. 

His finger almost touched my nose 

That was a coincident but it could be said that he had bad lucky. He coincidentally targeted the wrong person.

I immediately felt extremely displeased. I twisted my face and cursed in low but firm voice.

"I hate bullsh*t!"

The man happened to hear it. His expression changed drastically. His face turned extremely gloomy with anger. 

People who disrespected him rarely found. To make matters worse, the one who had just disrespected him was a merely teenager.

In his yes I didn't exist, I was a nobody. 

"What did you said?"

He snarled while gazing deeply into my eyes. 

He made no attempt in concealing the killing intent in his eyes.

"I said that I hate bullsh*t!"

I yelled on top of my lungs causing everyone to be stupefied. The man was frightened for a second that he instinctively moved his head backward.

A teenager dared to provoke that imposing and intimidating man.

Everyone jaws dropped.

"Kid! You'll regret!"

Said the man in deep voice while gritting his teeth. 

The commotion attracted many people's attention including the people that had remained in the hummers.

They could barely be seen peeping through the windows of the hummers.

Immediately after saying those words the man swung a crushing fist at me, precisely, my face. 

Everyone was astonished and some sympathized me. That strong and muscular fist would definitely damage my handsome face. What a pity?

Suddenly my eyes turned motionless as that of a dead person. 

The man fist stopped halfway as if it had been paralyzed.

He didn't understand what was happening. He felt that hands had grabbed his arm but he couldn't see them which caused his face to turn white in a second. 

It seemed mystical and paranormal. He was frightened and immediately pulled his arm from my grip. His heart began heaving up and down rapidly with dread.

In the next instant, he was forced to hugged the ground because I(s) kicked him heavily. 

"Arghhh! What the fuck is happening!?"

He screamed with very loud voice. 

I(s) didn't stop there, I began punching his face continuously.

Some bruises began to apprear all over his face.

Everyone was dumbstruck and frightened. They just couldn't understand what was happening. Seeing the man falling onto the ground, then bruises appearing on his face as well as sound of flesh being hit they could tell that he was being beaten up.

But there was no one beating him, could it be ghosts!?

Everyone was shocked beyond words.

"Jude, come one! Aren't you getting crazy?"

The woman shouted.

Jude painstakingly stood up but immediately dashed toward the vehicles. He frantically opened the door and threw himself in.

I(s) didn't follow him, I(s) returned into my body.

"Jude!"

The other man and the woman chased after him.

"Get your asses in!"

Bellowed Jude.

The woman and the other man obeyed and they quickly drove away from our sight.

"What!? Is he crazy?"

"Maybe he is jacked" 

"Same here, I think he needs a psychiatrist. He's going insane."

People around me began discussing. 

"Anyway, that can be considered our lucky."

Said the friendly guy.

"Which lucky are you talking about?"

Asked the girl.

"Huh? This laneway will still belong to us"

Replied the guy calmly. 

"Heather, we still have to leave. What if they come again and found us here? They will think we're rude."

Said the woman in poignant and complaining tone. 

"Amanda is right. It's certain that they gonna come again."

The other guy chimed in a loud voice.

Heather slightly nodded in agreement.

"What!? You're gonna succumb!?"

I asked with raised brows in astonishment.

The laneway had been theirs for years. I thought they couldn't just give in just like that. 

"Bro, that those people work for Dr. Matt. Even if I tell all members of our crew we're still inferior to them. They had countless guns but we only had only 4. They are adults, most of us are teenagers. We had no choice. We can't do anything about this."

Heather explained politely to me.

"Don't worst your energy with that motherf*cker. Stay away from him, he will only get us into trouble!"

The guy with long and thick dreadlocks said.

He looked at me with overflowing hostility.

"Calm down, Lik. That was just his suggestion."

Heather defended me again. 

"Punk! Don't call me motherf*cker again!?"

I said in cold and domineering tone.

My fierce eyes were fixed at the guy known as Lik, feeling disgusted. 

"Hey! What the f*ck can you do!? You only have a big filthy mouth. That's all!"

Lik shouted while raising his hands.

Tatoos on both his arms appeared clearly. 

"So you think all what I talk is crap?"

I asked while jumping from the sound box and then I took some steps toward him.