Failure. Failure. And failure again. So many times, Aron had failed to protect Max, to do the one thing he had sworn to do.
There were plenty of reasons behind it. Part of it was Max himself, always stepping in and stopping Aron from acting. But for the first time, Max had asked for his help.
He was here now to do just that, to help Max, and to punish those who had punished him. Those who had hurt him. Those who had drawn his blood.
It had been hard for Aron to connect these high school students with Max's pain, until he heard it come straight from one of their mouths.
His vision tunneled as rage built up inside him. Another knife was thrown his way, and without thinking, he caught it midair, right by the handle.
"Oh?" Snide let out a nervous laugh. "Lucky catch."
Aron started walking forward, and more students rushed in to stop him. One of them had a bike chain in hand and lashed it out like a whip.
