Noah could feel his skull trying to rip itself apart. For a moment, still as death, he just stood there staring at Leeroy.
Spectral voices stormed through his mind, feeding the fire, pleading with him to smash open the boy's skull like an egg.
"Fuck off," Noah managed to hiss after a long time. To both Leeroy and the voices.
Anyone with half a brain would see the murder in his eyes and turn around. Fara turned stiff just watching him stare at Leeroy. All her friends shifted away, clarity burning the alcohol from their bodies.
But Leeroy wasn't fully bought into his rage. The two images of the Noah were clashing in his mind, making Noah's glare just more infuriating.
Leeroy had an impressive frame, just as tall as Noah, and even stronger looking. His dyed red hair always caught attention and amplified the severity of his face.
