Scum of The World

“Wha—“

A sudden heaviness can be felt on the top of my palm, and before I realise it, my hands are on the top of my head. Unmoving, even with all of my human strength. Now I can see clearly the shape of the lip forming that smile. Such a devious smile.

“Damn! What the hell are you—?”

“I’m surprise the upper echelon of the infamous Ark has come singlehandedly to welcome a sponsor to the organisation. Albeit the different name and the…interesting face you take.”

“You — You’re with the SCF?”

“You could say so…I’m from an external party — a contractor, you could say,” Lime plays with her finger, glowing with green as she fiddles around my hand.

“Curses…”

Though the situation is quite dire, I regained my cool. Though heavy, I can feel the tingling sensation in my finger as I try to open and close my right palm.

“Oops, and this too.” She touches my left hand — and sure enough, it flies toward where my right hand is.

Ah, I see. That is the extent of her power.

“You’re powered, yet you sided with the SCF? Are you betraying your own kind? Your own self? How do you live all this time, knowing all that?” I asked, while feeling up the fist formed above my head

“Heh… if your definition by living is to ‘fight for justice’, then I feel bad for you. To live is to enjoy every moment in your life without a single care to anything else. But I think, such mundane stuff won’t fit in your self-righteous career, does it?”

I’m surprised. There is someone who is like this. Someone so selfish, they wouldn’t even care what would happen to others. I can’t even stomach to have a conversation with this…thing. I feel my stomach burning — ready to rage. Even so, I kept my cool.

“I see…” I acknowledged her so-called ‘life vision’, “It’s too bad,”

“Yeah… It’s short, but I really enjoy the conversation we had, Rinka-san” She approaches me with such confident. In contrast to her persona. What a prideful girl. Too prideful.

“…You’re a Princi, aren’t you?”

She stops her approach, keeping her hands close.

“…What are you trying to— ?”

“A Princi with telekinesis ability. What a joke. You’re gloating already with only what you just did?”

She doesn’t reply. Of course she wouldn’t. By now, she would have felt another strength fighting back her supernatural power. Her prideful face has dissipates, little by little. And she backed away, little by little.

“What a monster.” I can hear a mumble as she tries to break free from the pressure.

“— Especially…” With one sweep, I had my hands back to earth, poised to a guard stance. “When you are against someone stronger!”

With one kick, I sent myself flying to the now running girl. She looked back at me with horror on her — no wait. Her smile raises again?

— I can feel an impact on my right cheek, right at the jaw. I can see myself flying, and crashes to the ground.

“Son of a —!”

I tried to get up as fast as possible —

*BANG*

A stinging pain struck the left of my neck. My reflex command my hand to search the source of the pain. I can feel a hard, small cylinder, yet before I can do anything, my eyesight wobbles. The tingling sensation on my hands started to get numb. I can feel myself salivating and my brain throbbing.

“And with that, the money is in the bag,”

I can hear an older man voice, tracing to the back of my body. As I tried to get up, someone stamped on my head, crushing it. I glances toward the perpetrator. My eyesight gone bad, as I can see only the distinct feature of him — a yellow-ish hair.

“Physical enhancements. I see that you’re always right on your intel, Bitter,” The boy voice on top of me echoes in my head, along with that accursed broadcaster again.

“Now, with the involvement of the community, the SCF has collaborated with hundred of agencies across the world to help hunt down any powered individuals — giving the common folk even more than a relief. Together, the SCF and its corresponding agencies has pressed the number of the powered into a mere 5 percent, and we believe, we can do more with your support! SDP Containment Foundation. A better life, in a normal community.”

“Y-You—!” The rage in my stomach started to get numb.

“Oy Lemon, can you just finish the job quickly? I want to eat my pancake of the day already,” That vixen Lime’s voice still coming into my ear.

“Ugh, seriously? Do I really have to clean up your mess?”

“Hurry up and finish it! Do you really have to ask so many question?”

“God damn you, Lime. I hope you have a bad stomach after this,”

The boy on top of me raises his fist. I tried to wiggle, but my strength — even my power left my body already. What I can only do, is to curse at these pathetic, selfish little —

“You really are the —!”