"Jackson, step back," Hasin said in a warning tone. But I didn't stop, I kept on going closer to the cell holding my parents.
Then I flinched as Roland suddenly appeared behind them, his lightning bolt held high.
"Look out!" I shouted but it was like they didn't hear me. Roland laughed on top of his voice and he waved his hand. Then I gestured my hand and the cell bars suddenly blew inwards, went past my parents and slammed the wall behind them.
I charged inside, and hugged them. But they suddenly vanished out of my hands.
"Thanks little boy," I man's voice oozed behind me.
I turned slowly and a man about father's age stood at the entrance to the prison cell. Hasin tried to blast the man with a ball of fire but with just a wave of his hand, Hasin went flying and slammed a wall behind her. She tried to get up but it looked like the man pinned her to the floor.
"Where are my parents?" I demanded.
"Which parents? Oh, those illusions," I smirked, "Sorry but your parents are dead. I just needed you to free me. And you just did. Thank you," he dipped his head. "One day I will repay you for this."
My blood boiled inside me. Compressing my lungs in the process. My veins suddenly began glowing. And I unconsciously realized blue fire balls on each hand and I was directing them at the man.
Before I could realize the fireballs, he winked out of sight and Hasin got up from the floor.
"Jackson, relax. Your anger got us here in the first place," she snapped, moving closer to me.
Then before I could release the fireballs, someone knocked me off. The fireballs vanished and I fell face first on the floor.
"Tresford," Hasin gasped. "It was not his fault; I take full responsibility for everything. I should have explained everything to him but I allowed him to enter the prison of the abominable without telling him everything. You should punish me not him," she elucidated.
I got up with a groan and turned to see which coward had the audacity to strike me behind my back.
A man two to three years older than me stood five feet from me. He had short hair that looked messy. But the good kind. A smooth face and choose to decorate himself with nerd glasses.
He wore black trousers and a white shirt, with sleeves rolled above the elbow. Then he completed the look with military boots.
"Do you know what you have done?" he looked at me, fire burning in his blue eyes.
"Tresford, he didn't mean to. Seires, tricked him," Hasin spoke as she moved and stood in line with me.
"There is no justification for his actions, Hasin. He will pay for his actions, and they will punish you for your actions as well," he looked at Hasin.
"We can do something other than punishment, man," I spoke. "How important was that man even? You are too concerned about him. Like he was the only one when you have all these abominable creatures," I gestured for the prison cells.
"He was not only valuable, but perilous too. Come with me," he gestured and we left the prison cell.
Hasin kept on trying to persuade him but the man refused.
We left the place of the abominable and we reached a rather dim place. it was more of a fighting ring. There was a bunch of people and…weird-looking creatures. I swallowed loudly wondering what the hell we were doing at that place.
As we got closer, I saw two men in the ring. At least they looked like men from a far distance. It was like they were watching a cinema or something. because they focused the lighting more on the fighters and not the whore room.
One of the fighters had red murderous eyes, that made me flinch as he looked back at me. He had scars all over his face. That bastard must have been fighting for ages to get all those scars. Then as I looked closer, I saw that he had some kind of a tail, and his skin was rough like a chameleon. Then to conform my suspicions, he turned into someone else as he dodged the other fighters fire bolt.
He turned into a young man. Clean shaven, smooth face. Over all the man looked pretty and handsome. But I was certain the bastard he was fighting will surely disfigure his pretty face. I actually laughed at the mention of pretty, which made those close to me turn their gaze from the fight to me. All I did was gesture a dismissive hand, and followed Tresford wherever he was taking me.
I looked at the ring again, only to find the other fighter holding the pretty man in the air. He looked twice as old as the pretty man. His body was very vast, not even me can match up to him. At some point the pretty man must had leverage because the other fighter got covered in blood and I spotted a cut on his check.
He looked murderously at the pretty man, like he could just rip the poor thing in half.
My heart skipped a beat as he did just that. He ripped the man's body apart.
The pretty man screamed on top of his lungs. Which was understandable. I mean they just ripped men's favorite body part from him first. It hates when someone just beats you on your snake, I can just imagine having your balls ripped apart. His blood went splashing those near the fighting ring. Instead of looking furious or anything, they were even more happy. Some actually licked the blood from their bodies. Which nearly made me want to vomit.
The bully, held the two body parties on each hand, as he rounded triumphantly looking at everyone.
Tresford stopped at a table where two gentlemen sat. They both looked like normal humans. But I was keeping my options, just for the in cases.
Tresford began talking to him in a whispery way that I didn't get a single thing of what they were saying. Hasin turned and looked at me, in a worry way.
"What?" I asked.
"You are very powerful right?" she asked, still looking wary.
"Kind of. Why?"
"Oh, Jackson. Just gather your powers together," she said and averted her eyes.
What the hell did she mean by I should gather my powers? She looked so wary, and that could mean only one thing.
Things were about to get tits.