Earth

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"Come on, Slab, gimme a hit!" Tim teases, shoving me back. I lose my balance for a moment but regain it a few steps back. "Ohh, you didn't fall over."

He, James and Zachrothy laugh.

James cracks his knuckles and nods towards me. "Zach, knock him down." Zachrothy laughs aloud, throwing his head back and launches a punch towards my face.

My hand flies up and catches the punch in my right palm, stopping a few centimetres away from my nose. Pulling my arm across my head and back on the left, Zachrothy stumbles forwards on one leg. I take the chance to step forward and place my left leg behind Zachrothy's. I extend my right arm across  his shoulders and swing it, along with Zachrothy, to the right as my left leg sweeps to the left.

Almost in slow motion, Zachrothy is on a 180° angle and I step back, letting him land on the floor on his back, hard.

My leg swings up in a straight line, up so its pointing right up to the sky. Filled with pain, anger and hostility, my leg swings down and slams down onto Zachrothy's chest. There's a sickening crack and I immediately thank myself for holding back.

"Zach!" Tim yells, running forwards and kneeling beside Zach. I lean in and bring my knee up under Tim's chin. He rocks back, turns and hits the ground, chest down.

I kneel into his back and grab his arm, one hand on his forearm and one on his bicep. I twist it around his back until a snap echoes out. I look up and glare James in the eye as he watches with horror.

"Slade, don't do it." James pleads. I ignore his protest and stand over him, dwarfing him with the height difference gained by being crippled.

"Slab left a message; should've thought about that first." I hiss, elbowing James in the nose. His feet leave the ground as he drifts sideways and crashes into the ground.

With revenge dealt, I can't help but feel sorry for the 3 boys. Not for their pain, but for their stupidity.

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"You broke my nose." James yells, stepping towards me.

"You gave me scars." I shoot back.

"You snapped Tim's arm." James hisses, continuing to walk towards me.

"You made fun of me."

"You cracked Zach's ribs."

"Your fault." I say while glaring. James goes to speak again but I cut him off with a single sentence. "My family did get me, by the way, I got to be happy." His eyes dilate. Flipping the bird, I walk off.

I sense the movement, even with my back turned. Ducking into a crouch, a leg swings through to where my head once was. I twist on the balls of my feet and punch James in the solar plexus. He doubles over and splutters. I leap backwards, putting a few meters between James and I.

James looks up and glares at me, then looks around to see a large crowd of people forming a circle around us. He opens his mouth to say something when a familiar voice rings out.

"Slade! What are you doing here?!"