Brit's Brother is a huge muscular mass of stupidity. He is about 6 foot three and has the body of bear. He is and has long dark hair. He is called Paul and i hate him. Sure he looks pretty darn handsome and has that kind of innocent look on him but don't be fooled. He is relentless if not disgusting. I have seen him many times eating someone alive, ripping off their flesh with his teeth or drinking up the blood that poured out of their neck. He is a Commoner but his sister is a Notable. I don't know how that is but i dont care. I hate him as much as i hate my mom. 

I find Paul sitting infront of an old, destroyed building in the town centre. There, he stares at passer bys and licks his lips. When he spots me, i immediately draw my army seax. He stands up and walks to me, smiling maniacly.

"Hey, Jackson!" He says, spreading his arms. "It's been a long time." 

I stand straight and take a deep breath. "Yeah."

"You have any food?" He asks, eyeing my black backpack.

"No," i reply sincerly.

I do not know why Brit wants me to save her brother. He looks okay to me. In fact, he looks so okay he could just eat me, literally.

"What'cha doin' here?" He asks.

"Nothing, just wanted to walk around."

"Where's ya girlfriend? Is she dead?"

I tense and squeeze the knife. "She's my best friend and she is also yur sister."

"Look mate." He looks at me like he wants to clarify something. "I dont give a damn about this sistah thing. I dontt know what it is and i dont care. I was just asking if she's dead so i can eat her. I'm starvin' man."

"She's dead alright, and you are not eating her." 

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"Why not?" He shoves me hard but i stay planted on the ground.

"Because i won't allow it." I say smugly.

"Oh i see what you're doing." He pointy his grubby finger at me. "You're hidding her so you can eat her yourself."

I raise an eyebrow ,"No, i don't eat friends."

"The hell with this, i'm gonna find 'er and i'm gonna grill her up into a nice juicy meal." 

Paul turns around and runs, plowing into enranged Commoners. They yell at him and someone tried to stab him.

"Jason, what are you doing?" 

I jump in surprise and look to my left. A lean, dark haired girl looks at me.

"For crying out loud, Hilda." I clutch my pumping heart. "Don't do that."

She purses her lips and holds my left arm. "I have to talk to you."

I follow her to an empty alleyway. It was dark and reeked badly of rotting corpses, urine and human waste.

"Really? Here?" I say, covering my nose with my hand.

"It's not my fault people do their business here." She snarls.

"Why'd ya bring me here?" I ask.

"I'm sorry about Brit." She began.

"Don't have to be." Then i realise how bitter that sounded.

Hilda looks at me, concerned.

"Don't feel bad about yourself, it wasn't your fault."

I pointed a finger at her. "Don't start this again. Dont"

"Fine, fine."

"Is that all you where gonna tell me?"

"Oi, lookee he'e!" Someone yells. "Two mates wanting to play."

We look down the alley and see a big, stocky man in nothing but his boxer shorts and a sleeveless, tattered undershirt. Brown and red stains cover the surface of his clothes.

"Move along, pal!" I call out, standing in front of Hilda.

"You move along! This is my place!" He yells back.

"Let's go now." Hilda whispers to me.

"No way!" I rage, "We were here first."

"Ya betta be goin laddie or i'm taking that girl of yours to the streets."

"Let's go now." Hilda urged.

"You'll have to go through me!"

"Jason!"

"Why you!" The man yells.

He ran to us, like a raging bull. I am the red cloth, and Hilda is the Matador. Before i knew it, he is so close to us that he is almost able to grab Hilda's arm. I pull her away and drag her behind me as i flee. My blood surges and i feel it rushing in my ears. Hilda is screaming something but i do not listen. Fury drives me now. I am angry at the man, at Hilda, at Paul, at Brit and the Commoners and the Notables. I am angry at everyone and i want to destroy this town.

The thought is a mistake. When it popped into my head, i stop and Hilda slams into me.

"Jason let go of me!" Hilda shouts. 

I can feel her smacking my hand and trying to pry my fingers open. But i do not let go.

I can destoy this town.

Hilda screams and she comes out of my clutch. I turn around and see her being pinned to the ground, her clothes tossed to the side and the man on top of her.