Chapter 104: Don’t be a Hero
Although Gil had grabbed on to the middle aged woman, due to the metal frame work between the aisles, he was unable to simply walk over to her side. As an employee of the supermarket, Maya was naturally aware of that and she dug her nails into the teenager’s hand that was still holding onto her clothes tightly.
“You b.i.t.c.h!” Gil shouted, as it had pierced his skin, and blood was trickling down it. Unwilling to let go, he pulled on Maya’s s.h.i.+rt, slamming her into the metal frame. The woman’s head banged on one of the higher shelves. At that moment, she used all her strength to push away.
Maya had managed to break free, yet the top part of her uniform had torn slightly, revealing her bra. However, showing a bit of skin was the least of her worries. The middle aged woman just wanted to get out of this h.e.l.l hole, now that she was free. The next second, she could see a dark shadow looming above her, as several cereal boxes fell on the floor.
Turning her head around for a second, she could see that the aisle was falling over. Out of anger, Gil had kicked the aisle as hard as he could, toppling it over. Seeing what was happening, Maya flinched, as she braced herself, but then the top of the aisle to her right hit the one to her left.
The whole supermarket underwent a domino effect, knocking over all the aisles, until it eventually stopped around midway. As for Maya, the woman had been quick enough to drop down, narrowly avoiding being crushed. Once she was sure that she was relatively safe, she crawled toward one end.
‘I’m going to get out of here! I can’t stay in a place like this. I need to survive… for Gary and Amy. They both still need me to look after them!’ Maya thought, doing her best to drag herself forward.
Just as she had reached the very end, two large hands grabbed her by her forearms. The next second, she was dragged out, her eyes meeting Gil’s who had been waiting for her.
“Look what you did to my hand, you d.a.m.n hag!” The dropout shouted, as he stomped his feet aiming for her head. Thankfully, Maya covered it with her arms just in time, yet it did little to stop the sheer strength behind his kicks. What’s more the angered teenager continued kicking her, treating her like a live stress ball.
Suddenly, her harsh treatment stopped, yet the middle aged woman was too afraid to look up, worried that this might be a trick and that he was just waiting for her to move her hands out of the way. In reality, the reason why the newest grey colour gang member had stopped, was because he had noticed something far more interesting.
After kicking the supermarkt’s employee repeatedly, he had finally caught a glimpse of Maya’s top that had been ripped. Now that the teenager had noticed her bra, and how that certain part of her body was bouncing up and down, he could feel something between his pants grow harder by the second.
“Why don’t we take a closer look at these goods, huh?” Gil placed his hand on top of the large breast. He could feel that it was bigger than what could fit in his hand. Instinctively, Maya grabbed his hand, only this time she dug her fingernails into his forearm.
The h.o.r.n.y teenager screamed once more, lifted his arm up, and kicked her in the side of her rib as hard as he could. Gil readied himself for another kick, yet he detected someone running towards him.
“AHHHH!” A female voice screamed, as she ran forward with a knife in her hand. As it turned out, the one trying to rescue Maya was none other than Amalee. Seeing her, though, Gil wasn’t as afraid as she had expected him to be. Instead, the large boy waited for her to come closer, only to sidestep her attack, before grabbing the young university student by the wrist.
“Nice try, but it’s obvious that you’ve never used a weapon on someone before.” Gil harrumphed, twisting her wrist to force it open. With his free hand, he picked up the knife.
“I bet you’ve never been stabbed. When you tried to do that to me, you should have been prepared that you could get hurt as well, so here, have a taste of your own medicine!” Gil showed her a sick smile, as he swung the knife towards Amalee’s arm. However, before it could reach, another arm came between the two of them, Maya’s.
“I said… that I wouldn’t let you get hurt right! Don’t try to be a hero, just get the h.e.l.l out of here!” Maya shouted at the younger woman.
The university student was shocked to the point she was unable to do anything. Amalee was ready to get out, but when she watched how that pervert had stepped on her coworker who had always been nice to her, who had just sacrificed herself for her sake, the young woman couldn’t leave her there.
She had stopped right at the aisle with all the kitchen appliances. Taking it as a sign, she grabbed one of the knives, intending to repay her colleague. Now, it turned out that she had just made the situation a whole lot worse… for the both of them.
“You deserve this too, b.i.t.c.h!” Gil proclaimed, pulling the knife out from Maya’s arm, blood falling all over the floor, as the middle aged woman felt an even sharper pain. She looked up, just in time to see that the psycho was planning to do something else with the blade.
He thrusted it forward this time, aiming right for her chest. The middle aged woman tried to move out of the way, but before she could, the top of her shoulder got grabbed by him, holding her in place.
The knife came forward… yet a foreign hand came out from the sides, stopping it with two fingers.
“How could you cause such a mess in this area?” A male voice asked a question. “Has the name ‘Underdogs’ suddenly lost all of its meaning? I’ve already had to clean up after a couple of your friends this evening, but your group has somehow managed to stir up the most sh*t.
“All of this area is our territory, which means your group has no business here whatsoever. The ones who are here, on the other hand, are all people that indirectly work for us. If you mess with them, it’s the same as messing with us. And trust me, you don’t want that… and I will make G.o.dd.a.m.n sure that it will be a lesson you’ll never forget!”
The next second, by slightly rotating his hand, the stranger managed to bend the knife’s edge as if the knife had been made out of paper rather than stainless steel. The dropout felt a certain kind of pressure emanating from this stranger in a black suit with his yellow-spotted tie.
“Now before I deal with you, I’m going to ask you a question. You didn’t happen to see a green haired kid in this area, did you?”