09-13-2013, 05:54 PM
Vlad turned to see a garbage pile crumble. A cat or a rat more than likely. With nothing else rounding the corner it was unlikely to be thugs Peter had stiffed. Vlad looked at the bag of pills and noticed something a miss. Vlad grasped the power and flung his nephew against the opposite wall. "Where are they?"
Peter looked at him blankly. "I wouldn't cheat you Uncle. I swear it."
The fear on the boys face said he as telling he truth. He was afraid Vlad would hurt him and that was the truth. But there had been little time. From the opposite side of the alley way where the garbage had fallen three rather large and tattooed black me came striding around the corner wielding base ball bats and automatic machine guns. Vlad couldn't tell what in the darkness only that they would do some damage. But he didn't run guns, he barely beleived they were needed, but not all people were as gift as he to have the power to defend himself.
A wall of air would not stop bullets, at least Vlad had not found a way to do so as of yet. Vlad smiled his best smile and started towards the men. "I'll take whatever indifference you've had out of the boy out of his hide. He has no quarrel with you."
The men laughed but said nothing as they aimed the gun at them. Vlad sighed. His smile gone. He had the element of surprise and he was already holding the glorious power. With one thought all three black men were wrapped up and flung against the alley way walls shacking the buildings as they smashed from side to side.
They were out cold and Vlad pulled a small yet very valuable bag from his inner pocket. He had to make a personal delivery, but this would be more than worth it. He put the packet in one of their pockets and pulled out his wallet. He called the cops saying there was a scuffle outside his restaurant. They'd be here soon. At least these particular ones would. They were on his payroll afterall.
Vlad hauled Peter along and started towards the garbage pile.
Peter looked at him blankly. "I wouldn't cheat you Uncle. I swear it."
The fear on the boys face said he as telling he truth. He was afraid Vlad would hurt him and that was the truth. But there had been little time. From the opposite side of the alley way where the garbage had fallen three rather large and tattooed black me came striding around the corner wielding base ball bats and automatic machine guns. Vlad couldn't tell what in the darkness only that they would do some damage. But he didn't run guns, he barely beleived they were needed, but not all people were as gift as he to have the power to defend himself.
A wall of air would not stop bullets, at least Vlad had not found a way to do so as of yet. Vlad smiled his best smile and started towards the men. "I'll take whatever indifference you've had out of the boy out of his hide. He has no quarrel with you."
The men laughed but said nothing as they aimed the gun at them. Vlad sighed. His smile gone. He had the element of surprise and he was already holding the glorious power. With one thought all three black men were wrapped up and flung against the alley way walls shacking the buildings as they smashed from side to side.
They were out cold and Vlad pulled a small yet very valuable bag from his inner pocket. He had to make a personal delivery, but this would be more than worth it. He put the packet in one of their pockets and pulled out his wallet. He called the cops saying there was a scuffle outside his restaurant. They'd be here soon. At least these particular ones would. They were on his payroll afterall.
Vlad hauled Peter along and started towards the garbage pile.