Chapter - 29 Beaten
The sky,
I always wondered why I hated it… yet, right now my mind had little time to dwell on such thoughts.
The fabric of my garments was gripped tightly, and in a swift series of practiced movements, my collar was seized as well.
As I felt my legs lift violently off the ground, the perception of time seemed to distort concerning my current situation.
It felt slower. The motions of the silver-haired man were no longer swift, yet now they seemed basic and crude.
Such unrefined and incomplete techniques, though the countless hours of honing his martial craft were, of course, pliable from his callused hands and muscular figure…. They just felt weak and predictable.
However, Alex was too weak to execute the precise movement necessary to counter the strike coming at him.
Now given a brief glimpse of the sky's bland array of pigments, a proceeding eruption of hot searing pain now bloomed from within his abdominal region.
Soon the sky's vista departed changing to an inversed view of the world.
The mans attack was nearly to its completion, his Alex's position was in such a way to where his scalps crown was faced with teh rugged surface of the ground.
It felt so damn slow,
It felt as if the world was leering at him.
This was his own fault, if he had just eluded his minds curiosity this whole situation would have been evaded.
Yet, that didn't happen, these were the consequences of his simple-minded actions, a supposed punishment meant to severely harm or kill.
Closing his eyes Alex braced for the trauma that was soon to ensue.
Such moments of oppressive fear provided an odd seldom solace, as to why he didn't know.
Trouble and punishment were words of the same meaning. Such self-proclaimed synonyms evoked the past and future. Trouble, and ill-actions that haunt our future via the depiction of pre-proclamed rules.
Punishment is the reaping of our past actions to yield a negative outcome.
'If I hadn't been so dull,' He chuckled.
Though the situation was dire, and mere seconds before impact Alex accepted himself.
These odd strings of thought had begun to plague Alex's mind, unbeknowst to Alex, the chaotic mass had alrady taken shape, filtering through his muscle tissue and seeping into the misty, ethereal substance of his soul.
A promenade black blemish rippled through the vast expase of mundane gray mist, before leeching onto the densest heap of clumped up essece within the center.
A peculiar resignation began to settle within his soul, and the vast expanse of dull color was now tainted with a more oppressive black.
Thud!
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Phew! Hollard the silver-haired man
Observing the work completed on the subordinate, the silver-haired man chose to revert to his usual demeanor.
His previously crazed expression withered before being replaced with the casual indifferent one that he usually donned.
"This ought to teach this bastard a thing," the silver-haired man said in a now bored tone as he stretched his tightened neck mussels.
Tilting his head the man seemed a tinge of amusement as he viewed the sprawled-out figure of the now inclusions Alex.
There was no blood ushering out of his scalp like a fountain.
Matter in fact, the pavement was still the same dull tapestry of white-gray with a new addition to a spider web of cracks.
Now curious, the silver-haired man took hold of one of Alex's legs before proceeding to elevate him several feet above the ground. Surprisingly, there was nothing.
No sight of blood, injury, or any negative aliment to be found the only thing affected was not the person he had knocked out, but rather the pavement he had used to bash their head in with!
After considering the occurrence for a few seconds, the silver-haired man lifted Alex's figure over his shoulder before departing toward the barracks where the rest of his current platoon was located