The Moor grinned his teeth while his anger attacked him uncontrollably. <<How dare you talk to me like that? Do you have any idea who I am? >> He screamed, trying to throw a punch at the guy, but he intercepted him and, twisting his arm, he blocked Loki with his face against the wall.
<< I know exactly who you are! >> You're the loser faggot of the Odinson family, not even your father or brother have any great consideration for you, so don't try to intimidate me by using your last name because you're still less than nothing!
Those words hurt Loki deep down, but he didn't give him to see, the first rule to survive in that social jungle was never to show his weaknesses, and it was easy for him to see the pride that was naturally part of him. << It maybe, but I am still more than you are! >>
The energetic man growled and turned him over, and then punched him in the stomach, which made Loki bend in two by the pain, and he was about to throw another one at him if a sound of close footsteps had not blocked him. << Shut up and enjoy! >> whispered his aggressor in his ear.
The two bullies - because they were nothing more than that - placed themselves around the Moor as if nothing were wrong as if they were having a quiet chat with friends.
Shortly after, a girl with long black hair, entirely dressed in that same macabre color, turned the corner and, noticing the three boys, stopped to observe them with an inquiring gaze.
<< What are you looking at? >> asked one of the two with an unhealthy air.
She rippled a corner of her mouth in a half-smile that did not even remotely reach her icy eyes << I wondered if any of you can tell me where I can find the library. >> He asked in a detached tone.
The boy who asked her the question made a nod with his head towards a door a few meters away from them, the girl continued on her way and disappeared behind the door in question without saying a word.
At that point the two bullies brought their attention back to Loki, apparently, they had no intention of letting him go before they had a good time. Another punch arrived in the poor boy's stomach, and another was about to reach his face, when a noise distracted his aggressor, who turned around and saw the other boy crawling on the floor, a hand holding his neck while the moans subdued, as if the pain had cut off his breath, came out of his lips, next to him a massive book disorderly opened on the floor. A few meters further on, leaning indifferently against the library door, stood the black-haired girl, a book in one hand and an expression of disappointment painted on her face. << No, it's not nice to take it out on the weakest! >> he said by shaking his index finger as if he was scolding a child.
An expression trauma ta crossed the face of the energies, could not believe that that girl had knocked out his friend throwing at him a book. He let Loki go, who collapsed to the ground sore, and went against the girl with the intention of making him pay, but he could not even raise his arm to throw a slap that immediately found himself hearing the bones of the limb creak, while the mysterious girl pushed him to face the wall, every attempt to free himself was in vain, each movement corresponded to a painful crunch of bones.
<< I advise you to bring your friend in the infirmary, it could have a slight head trauma if not even a couple of cervical vertebrae damaged. I hit him pretty hard >> she whispered in a tone so careless and icy that he could have solved the problem of melting the glaciers with two words.
The energetic growled and waved << You'll pay for it, I'll go to the headmaster and tell him what you did! >>
A sadistic grin appeared on the lips painted red of the girl << But good, go ahead and say around that a girl played them right to you and your friend without even messing her hair >> said in response getting another growl frustrated, then let go of the boy and saw him help his friend to get up and then get out of there quickly.
Helena was one of those people who anyone would call sociopath but had suffered too many injustices in his life to remain indifferent to someone mistreated and in need of help, so when he realized that under his nose were consuming acts of bullying could not help but intervene, he was stronger than she.
She approached the boy who was still kneeling on the ground, with his hands on his stomach and tried to catch his breath. << Hey are you okay? >> He asked, taking up the book he had used to knock out one of the two attackers.
to be continued https://zen.yandex.ru/media/id/5d95c339aad43600afc75fd8/the-time-to-grow-up-part-5-5d95e1c61e8e3f00af398001