Charles dove towards the man faster than I’ve ever seen a person move. With speed like that, he could have easily knocked the taser out of the man’s hand.
But, completely disregarding the man, Charles reached out both hands to catch the chicken.
Thanks to his fast reaction, Charles was able to grasp the edge of the chicken’s wing.
But, caught off guard, the thief knocked Charle’s hand away from him, and chicken slipped from his grasp and landed with a small plop on the ground.
Charles stood frozen in his position.
Although I couldn’t see Charle’s face, the thief’s eyes began to widen. His hand held the taser up to his face in a white knuckled grip, not as a weapon but as a shield.
After a few moments, Charles lowered his hand slowly, but the thief flinched and fell down on his backside.
“Watch out!” I shouted. As the thief fell, a click told me he’d pressed the button on his taser.
Metal probes shot out from the mouth of the taser. Charles ducked and the probes flew over him.
Oh wait, aren’t I standing behind Charles?
I yelped as the probes flew at me. On instinct, I raised the second chicken and smacked at them.
I felt a small jolt in my arm and quickly let go.
We watched in shock as the second chicken fried to a crisp.
“Shameless!”
I must’ve blinked because the next thing I knew, Charles had closed the distance between him and the thief who was standing again. He grabbed the thief and held him up by the collar. With a great show of strength, Charles slammed the thief against the wall of a building.
Damn Charles, all that for a chicken?
Clap clap clap! To my side, my old man had come out to see what all the commotion was about. But why was he clapping?
My father wiped a tear from his eye. “I’ve never seen such a wonderful display of respect for the chicken! Indeed, the chicken should never be dirtied by the floor or cooked until it is overdone. Bravo Charles!”
Charles wiped his hands and turned towards us. “I agree, esteemed father. When you personally take a life for the sake of food, in respect for the one who gave up its life, you must never waste food.”
My father nodded profusely. “Yes yes! It’s a pity you are not a young lady or otherwise, I’d have liked to have a daughter as well-mannered as you.”
“…Charles, stop nodding! Don’t bond with my old man over something so unnatural! Old Man, Charles is clearly a man.”
My old man shook his head at me. “Ah, but there’s no way I’d ever be able to convince Charles to marry this worthless son of mine.”
“You-”
“Monster!” My old man was saved from my brilliant retort by the cry. The thief suddenly charged towards Charles.
Charles easily grabbed the thief’s fist but his hand held no weapon.
The thief jeered at Charles; spikes shot out from under the plastic skin of his hand.
So he had modifications!
Charles let go and shoved his hand in his pocket but not before I glimpsed red.
With a kick, Charles sent the thief flying back to the wall.
“STOP! YOU IN THE FANCY COAT!” A hero stood on top of one of the nearby buildings. “Don’t you dare bully the poor! What are you doing attacking a weaponless man!”
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Indeed, the poor chickens. Charles and the father definitely understand your pain. *nods* o.o
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Date: 2015-04-08 05:28 pm (UTC)But, completely disregarding the man, Charles reached out both hands to catch the chicken.
Thanks to his fast reaction, Charles was able to grasp the edge of the chicken’s wing.
But, caught off guard, the thief knocked Charle’s hand away from him, and chicken slipped from his grasp and landed with a small plop on the ground.
Charles stood frozen in his position.
Although I couldn’t see Charle’s face, the thief’s eyes began to widen. His hand held the taser up to his face in a white knuckled grip, not as a weapon but as a shield.
After a few moments, Charles lowered his hand slowly, but the thief flinched and fell down on his backside.
“Watch out!” I shouted. As the thief fell, a click told me he’d pressed the button on his taser.
Metal probes shot out from the mouth of the taser. Charles ducked and the probes flew over him.
Oh wait, aren’t I standing behind Charles?
I yelped as the probes flew at me. On instinct, I raised the second chicken and smacked at them.
I felt a small jolt in my arm and quickly let go.
We watched in shock as the second chicken fried to a crisp.
“Shameless!”
I must’ve blinked because the next thing I knew, Charles had closed the distance between him and the thief who was standing again. He grabbed the thief and held him up by the collar. With a great show of strength, Charles slammed the thief against the wall of a building.
Damn Charles, all that for a chicken?
Clap clap clap! To my side, my old man had come out to see what all the commotion was about. But why was he clapping?
My father wiped a tear from his eye. “I’ve never seen such a wonderful display of respect for the chicken! Indeed, the chicken should never be dirtied by the floor or cooked until it is overdone. Bravo Charles!”
Charles wiped his hands and turned towards us. “I agree, esteemed father. When you personally take a life for the sake of food, in respect for the one who gave up its life, you must never waste food.”
My father nodded profusely. “Yes yes! It’s a pity you are not a young lady or otherwise, I’d have liked to have a daughter as well-mannered as you.”
“…Charles, stop nodding! Don’t bond with my old man over something so unnatural! Old Man, Charles is clearly a man.”
My old man shook his head at me. “Ah, but there’s no way I’d ever be able to convince Charles to marry this worthless son of mine.”
“You-”
“Monster!” My old man was saved from my brilliant retort by the cry. The thief suddenly charged towards Charles.
Charles easily grabbed the thief’s fist but his hand held no weapon.
The thief jeered at Charles; spikes shot out from under the plastic skin of his hand.
So he had modifications!
Charles let go and shoved his hand in his pocket but not before I glimpsed red.
With a kick, Charles sent the thief flying back to the wall.
“STOP! YOU IN THE FANCY COAT!” A hero stood on top of one of the nearby buildings. “Don’t you dare bully the poor! What are you doing attacking a weaponless man!”
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Indeed, the poor chickens. Charles and the father definitely understand your pain. *nods* o.o