Xilfer remembered the time he saw his family's tricycle running through the strongest storm he has ever known. Even though it was foggy at that time, he saw the clear faces of his two brothers on their trike and were heading somewhere.
He shrugged it off, forcing himself not to care anymore, although as the minutes flew by, curiosity and worry were beginning to consume his mind, which then was the reason his companions began teasing him of how softie he was on the inside.
Xilfer knew them and loved them with all his life, and he simply rolled his eyes at their teasing, although it reached to the point where they started saying that his decision of leaving and not caring about his family was wrong. One of them even recalled the time his eldest brother came in the store where they usually hang out.
No matter how he has insisted that his brother deserved it, Xilfer could now help but feel sorry for what he did. He was...unreasonable that time, and he knew his brother didn't deserve that punch just to f*ck off and not bother his happy times with his friends.
It then reached to the point where his friends finally convinced him to follow his two brothers. Maybe something's going on, and maybe they'll need his help. And indeed they did. After he walked through the storm and found their trike parked near a tree, he saw his youngest brother and a female running out from the forest.
Right now, he needs not to think of those thoughts, for they'll hinder him from concentrating on fighting this group of gangsters that decided not to give him the information he was seeking.
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A punch in the face was the last thing a street gangster could take. He was thrown back and his back was slammed against the outer wall of a building in an alleyway. Landing on the ground with a thud, he groaned painfully, his groan mixing with the other pained voices nearby.
In a dark alleyway, numerous members of a gang were lying on the wet cemented path. All but one, who was breathing heavily and wearing an annoyed look.
Xilfer then walked towards the guy he just punched in the face. Bending down, he grabbed the dude's shirt and lifted him up with his right hand. The gangster could barely struggle, shivering from the cold and fear as his feet could no longer touch the ground.
“I'll ask you again,” Xilfer spoke with a cold voice, glaring daggers at the young adult he lifted.
“Okay...” the man choked, and coughed a few times. “Okay... I'll talk... Just, please...put me down...”
Xilfer eyed him angrily for a moment before throwing him down on the ground hard. He yelped in pain as Xilfer put his left foot on the guy's shoulder, and pushed him against the wall, his foot not leaving his shoulder.
“Talk!”
The guy whined in fear for a moment before collecting enough courage to speak. “H-he's living in a pr-pretty huge mansion just outside the city! It even has it's own road from the edge of the city towards his home! You can't miss it!”
“Directions!”
“Eek! Uh, go west from here! Now, please don't hur—!”
Xilfer quickly retracted his foot and kicked his head, throwing him to the side. “Chu... What a bunch of weaklings!” he spat on the ground and walked out of the alleyway, not minding the strong rain as he headed west.
“Y...you could...” the guy spoke weakly, not even noticing that their attacker had already left, “...just...look at the y-yellow pages... Ugh...” He lost consciousness.