Before they could continue walking away, a light hoarse laugh came from behind them.
They looked back to see Mort's whole body shaking with laughter.
"Man you really can't get enough of the beating can you?, you little...."
Jake started to talk as he turned around only to be met with a fist to the face.
The force of the punch sent him flying, but before he could get far, Mort grabbed his feet and slammed him into the concrete.
Without missing a beat, he slammed his left foot into Jake's abdomen drawing a gasp.
"Jake!!!!!"
"Boss!!"
James and the others yelled looking in shock.
"Ooof, so the punching bag fights back"
Jake muttered as he tried to get up, stunned from the surprise attack.
SLAM!
A powerful blow found it's way into his face, creating a deeper crater where his head laid from the blow, blood dripping down from Mort's fist as he slowly lifted his right hand from his abuser's face.
WHAM!
Another blow hit Jake as his attacker slammed his right foot into his groin and proceeded to punch him again in his face preventing him from yelling out in pain from the groin stomp.
He tried to get him off, only for Mort to straddle him and start punching him in the face, slowly, his knuckles pounding into his flesh, causing a pained groan out of Jake.
'Why can't I fight back?'
Jake begun to panic as he tried to push Mort off, but he couldn't, something invisible and powerful held him in place, like a giant hand.
'What the hell!!, I can't move!!!'
And his punches were actually hurting, something unseen from this twerp.
'He can't even lift the lightest dumbbell in gym class. I have to get him the fuck off!'
He activated his sigil and a hot fiery heat began emanating from his throat and chest; waiting for Mort to wind up another punch so he could spit it into his face.
Unfortunately, Mort noticed it and covered his mouth with his left hand.
With a crazy glint in his eye, Mort punched him hard in the throat with his right hand, causing the attack to sizzle out and for Jake to puke out saliva and some blood as reflex into the hand covering his mouth.
"M-mort?"
James stuttered, surprised at the level of brutality shown by the skinny boy in front of them. The
hypocrisy.
"C-c-chill m-man we j-just p-playing with ya"
a boy with red hair, blue eyes and a light complexion stuttered out.
"Yeah idiot!"
another goon yelled, this one had green hair and was wearing a black headband, getting closer to Mort while the rest were behind him in shock.
"We-"
A hand covered his mouth preventing him from talking as Mort suddenly appeared right in front of him, his head moving to the boy's right ear, facing all his former abusers, he took his free right hand, and
"shhhhh.... "
He proceeded to make a shushing sign with it.
Before James could say another word,
*Squelch*
Mort's right hand made it's way out through the boy's chest, like a hot knife through butter.
Right where his heart was, holding it in has hand as blood dripped out from the boy's back onto the floor and down his uniform.
"Mmpphhh!" The goon's yell of shock and pain was muffled by the hand covering his mouth.
"I said.....shhhhhh"
Slam!
The goon's head was then slammed into the concrete like a nail to a board, by the hand formerly holding his mouth, as the other hand holding his heart slipped out of his body with the heart still in it, making a squishy slimy sound.
The goon's whole head, to his shoulders was stuck into the concrete with his legs drooping at his knees twitching for a second then stopping, dead.
He raised his head to face them, a creepy smile on his face, the boys took to their heels and ran with such intensity, it'd make sprinters jealous.
Who wouldn't?, when you see your friend slammed headfirst into the ground with his heart ripped out. But alas, their path was blocked.
"Where'd you think you're going guys?" A chirpy voice rang out happily.
Like a horror movie villain, he stood before them, a cold malicious aura surrounding him.
Mort spread his arms in a welcoming fashion an innocent smile on his face, looking no different from a child wanting a hug.
But that visage of happiness quickly changed as his eyes widened and his face darkened, his smile more sinister looking.
"The fun has just, BEGUN!!!!"
Mort roared out, his crazed look as his eyes shone with glee as if he found a new toy.
The heart he ripped out still beating in his left hand as he then proceeded to run towards them, laughing merrily his arms still spread open, for a hug.
A hug promising pain and death.