My eyes follow him as he goes to stand in front of the guy who had slapped my ass. The scrawny asshole with an untidy mop of salt and pepper hair.
He is cowering, terrified of Calix's presence. Avoiding eye contact and seeming to be silently wishing to disappear into the floor, far beneath.
I did not hear what he says to the guy that made him hold his hand out. Calix then held his out too like he wanted a handshake. The guy frighteningly takes Calix's hand, and the next was a sick, cracking sound of bones breaking. Gasps flew out of people's mouth. The boy lets out a painful, agonizing shriek as he falls on one knee. My hand flew to cover my mouth after another cracking sound was heard. It sent a feverish rush through me like it was my bones and ligaments that are being twisted and broken. What
did he do that for now? Could it be because. . . .? No. No it doesn't make sense. Not at all.
CALIX
