They followed him to the parking lot where Tom zoomed off in his motorcycle. Fang and Charlotte immediately hopped into a car, embarking on a high speed chase after him.

They chased him down a path which went through the forest, as Charlotte kept shooting fireballs at him. He weaved and swerved left and right while dodging the array of fireballs which exploded upon collision with the surroundings.

“Cut off his path.” Fang instructed while chasing Tom’s tail. She spotted a massive tree ahead and gathered an immerse amount of combusted flames before launching it at the tree.

Upon impact, the tree croaked and fell, cutting Tom’s path. He made an immediate turn as he changed direction, driving all the way towards a dead end. “We’ve got him now, there’s a cliff up ahead.” Said Fang with a confident look on his face. “There’s no way he can make that jump.” Charlotte added.

Tom didn’t stop and kept driving at top speed even after seeing the cliff up ahead. “it works out quite well for us if the bastard just killed himself.” Charlotte kept firing at him, guiding him towards the edge of the cliff.

He kept at it until tge last second, of which he planned his feet to tge ground and drifted along tge edge of tge cliff to make a U-turn, jumping off his bike and sending it right at the incoming car.

“Get out!” Fang yelled at Charlotte as they both opened the doors and jumped out of the vehicle. It collided with the bike and the windscreen was smashed by it.

“You little prick, you cost me my ride.” Fang remarked as he looked down at Tom with disdain, while Charlotte seemed pissed because they were at the middle of nowhere with no functioning vehicle as the car and motorcycle had taken heavy damage.

“Well, I could say the same for you two.” Tom replied with his back towards the cliff's end, acting like he was indeed cornered as they could hear the sound of the raging tides smashing against the rocks beneath the cliff.

“You ran all the way out here this time of the night just to corner yourself, give up and I’ll make it quick…Although I would prefer it if you resisted with all your might and show me what your mad of.” He said as him and Charlotte cautiously closed in on Tom, unsure of when he might use his telekinesis against them.

“I wouldn’t mind being chased down by that cougar, but it’s just weird being chased down by some dude on Grey dreadlocks.” Fang cocked up and eye brow upon hearing Tom’s remark, but Charlotte took offense at being called a Cougar.

“A cougar??...Fang, stay back. I’ll barbecue his dick and shove it right back in his mouth. Maybe that would teach him to treat an older lady with respect.” Pissed off by Tom’s statement, she rose her hand up in the air and fired a fireball at Tom.

An earth pillar emerged from the ground and intercepted the fireball, neutralizing it on impact. “Told you there was something more to this kid.” Fang exclaimed. “I think you should step back and let me handle this, we just have to throw him down the cliff and it’s over for him.” He added, unsure if it was safe for Charlotte to engage Tom as they were ignorant of whatever tricks he might have up his sleeves.

“Shut up and stay back Fang, this one is mine.” She replied with a fierce look in her eyes as she fired some more at Tom. Pillars of rock continuously intercepted each and everyone of them, shielding Tom from her attacks.

“You seem so emotional about this, I guess it must be that time of the month for you, seeing as your emotions are all over the place.” Tom taunted, poking at her as Pyro types had one common weakness, and that was how very short their temper usually was.

Tom’s statement seemed to hit her the wrong way and she raged on. Charlotte dashed towards Tom, not caring about his unknown abilities as she believed Fang had her back.

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She fired flames at him in the sharp of arrows, while Fang simultaneously launched a couple of silver bullets around Tom, in hopes of catching him off guard.

But this time Tom let the arrow flames get close to him and deflected them with his arms, also telekinetically sending the silver bullets from behind him and towards Charlotte who jumped into the air with a flaming fist.

Fang noticed the change of trajectory due to some external force acting upon the bullets as they completely missed Tom and about burying themselves into Charlotte’s gut.

That instant he was able to stop the bullet in place, but several spiky rock pillars emerged from the ground and headed for Charlotte. She smashed one with her fist but was forced to use he flames to maneuver mid air and fall back.

“I know you two are members of the Sparrows, and reason you’re both still alive is because I have a couple of questions for you two.” Their eyes widened upon hearing Tom utter those words, surprised as to how he got to know about them.

“How did you get to know who we are? We’ve never made ourselves known around you, and it’s completely impossible to deduce our identity because the group known as the Sparrows do not exist in any sort of records.” Fang’s curiosity was piqued by Tom’s claim and knowledge of their organization.

“There’s nothing to think about, he’s a dead man anyway.” Charlotte remarked, irritated by Tom’s effortless resilience and how he seemed too relaxed. Like he somehow had the upp

er hand even when clearly at a disadvantage.

“First question….Who placed the kill order for my head?” Tom asked, averting glances between both of them as he observed for any subtle change in body language.

“And why should we answer that?” Fang asked, but Tom already noticed a slight twitch from Charlotte when he asked the question.

“I have pissed off quite a lot of people and if I were to be killed, I would like to know which of them had the balls to do something about it. Even though it is indeed a pointless effort.” Tom replied, taking on a more relaxed and nonchalant stance.

“There’s something I didn’t expect to see. From the news interviews you seemed like some good hearted humanitarian with no ill intent, but meeting you now makes me wonder if you actually do those things from the goodness of your heart.”

Something about Tom just did not add up for Fang so he decided to converse in an attempt of uncovering what kind of person he might be that the heir to the League personally requested his death rather than have the League kill Tom themselves.

“Who knows, I might have some secret agenda. Which leads me to my second question, where is Jamie? I would like to put an end to this façade and as we all know, a snake isn’t dead until the head is chopped off.” Hearing Tom call their leader’s name came as a shock to them both.

“He knows too much, he has to die.” Fang said to Charlotte who nodded on agreement as they were unsure of what exactly Tom knew and how he got to know them.

“I will end this sucker.” Charlotte leaped into the air with fire like boosters beneath her feet which launched her to a considerable height up in the air.

She gathered an intense amount of combusted flames between both palm of her hands and blasted it at Tom like some attack from the Dragon Ball series.

They noticed the flame hit Tom and seemed to blast against an invisible shield, but they assumed it to be him trying to use his telekinesis to create some mental shield. “This is the end of you brat, burn to a crisp.” She muttered as she intensified the blast with all her strength to break through whatever shield protecting Tom.

As she fell back to the ground, the flames seemed to create a small pillar of flames around Tom and just as they wondered what the fuck was going on, the flames compressed in size and shot right back at her in a beam-like state, blasting her off her feet.

“Char!!” Fang called out as he made way towards her. Luckily he caught her before she made impact with the ground, but unfortunately she was in pretty bad state. A part of her face, her neck, down to her right thigh had suffered fourth degree burns.

“You’re going to be alright.” Fang said to her, gently holding her on his arms as she struggled to breath through the unbearable pain.

He looked at Tom with rage filled eyes, it was the first time Tom saw emotions in his eyes since their confrontation and it was exactly what he wanted. Seeing as she was actually Fang’s weakness like he suspected, he ripped her off Fang’s arms with his telekinetic grip and had her covering over the cliff and above the raging night tides.

“Stop, let her go.” Fang pleaded, well aware any mishaps would absolutely lead to her death.

“Why should I? You both stalked me and made multiple attempts on my life, why should I let her go when the table have turned in my favor?” Tom questioned, watching as the rage he saw earlier had turned into something else.

He was scared to lose Charlotte, and was willing to do whatever it took to save her so he thought of making a deal he hoped Tom would consider. “Let her go, I will help you fake your death and assist you in moving somewhere far away.” He pleaded with a deal, hoping Tom agreed and would engage him the moment Charlotte was safe back on ground.

“Please, just let her go and it would be like this never happened. I would help you with whatever you need, you could start a new life and no one would know you’re still alive.” He added as Tom seemed to consider his request.

“I don’t care about that, give me answers to both questions I asked earlier.”

“Of all things you could ask for, you picked the ones I’m unable o answer.” Fang replied, gritting his teeth as the feeling of helplessness seemed to overwhelmed him. “Then say goodbye to this hot chick.” Tom replied with an intentional pun.

“Jamie never moves a lot, never in one place for top long and we only get out orders through his representative. We don’t get to meet him.” Fang lied, not wiling to sell out his boss and comrade.

“That’s unfortunate, how about the benefactor?” Tom asked for the identity of the person who so desperately wanted him dead.

“Only our boss knows that, we get instructions and carry them out accordingly without further questions. We never get any information concerning the benefactor.”

“I guess what I’m asking is beyond you. You want me to let her go right? Hopefully you can save her before it’s too late.” Tom said to him with an understanding tone.

“Yes.” He replied, hoping Tom was as naïve as he sounded.

“There, I let her go.” Tom casually announced to him, letting go of his influence upon her as Charlotte freely fell to her death.