Chapter Thirty Eight

"This is the one who they call Zero? He looks like I could break him in half. Hey, how far does your back bend before your spine shatters?" There were snickers as a big, beefy boy stepped in, a cruel expression on his face.

"You talk too much. Come at me." Zero was getting tired of playing with the inexperienced bunch.

"Who's the loudmouth now?" The big boy got red in the face and sent a punch hurtling towards Zero. He didn't dodge; he just stood there and let it land.

"Is this it? You couldn't even dodge that," the pretty boy snickered, and a blade materialised from his vinyl suit, a blade of plasma. It was a weapon that spelt death to whoever it touched, able to seat through skin and bone in a space of milliseconds.

But Zero wasn't just anyone.

He feinted to the side as the blade came crashing down on the insulated floor, sending a mini tremor down the floor.

"Look at that; he's got some moves," the pretty boy's eyes became slits, and Zero felt the sense of danger overcome him. H