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Leah's face lights up with joy she's never known."Yes… we are friends."
Amos looks into Leah's eyes, sincerely happy to see her like this. They stare at each other, both new to this feeling. After a moment, they return their gaze to the road, blushing, embarrassed by what just happened.
They continue walking until they pass by a store selling women's items. Leah, looking through the window, sees a pink backpack with a small teddy bear hanging from the zipper. Her eyes sparkle at the sight.
"Amos!" Before he can react, Leah grabs him by the arm and pulls him toward the store entrance, excited. Amos lets himself be dragged along, a smile forming on his face as he sees a side of Leah that shows who she is without her trauma.
Inside the store, Leah checks the price tag of the backpack. "Hey! it's really cheap !"
Amos, distracted while looking at other items, turns to Leah.
"Yes, yes, but hurry up. I also need to buy someth—"
Leah cuts him off, amused. "Why don't you buy something here directly?"
Amos, confused but smiling, replies, "How do you expect me to find something I like in a little girl's store?"
Leah smirks and teases him. "I saw how fascinated you were by the 'little girl' stuff."
"No! I was just spaced out!" Amos says, clearly embarrassed.
Leah, enjoying the moment, keeps teasing. "So at least, you have to buy me something." She makes puppy eyes.
"Ah, no. I'm not buying you anything. Stop making that face."
Amos gently pushes her head down. Leah, playful, begins to wrestle with him.
Their faces are filled with joy, enjoying this light, silly moment.
"Okay, that's enough. Go pay for your bag now."
Leah nods and heads to the cashier. She pays for the bag, and they leave the store.
Leah approach Amos, they both leaving the store
"I'll have my revenge, you'll see." Leah says
"Whatever you'll do with your tiny body, You won't be able to do anything to me" Amos teases.
"Hey! That's not nice! You don't say that to a lady!"
"You, a lady? Pff. You're just a little immature kid," Amos smirks.
"I'm 14 years old, just like you, idiot!" Leah replies, pushing him, cheeks flushed.
"That's just your physical age. Mentally, you're like a 5-year-old."
Leah rolls her eyes and sulks. "You're pissing me off."
"Okay, okay, I'll stop. But you should've seen your face—it was hilarious."
Leah lets out a small smile, genuinely enjoying Amos's company. Amos smiles too, happy to see her like this.
Suddenly, Leah's eyes widen as she looks behind Amos. "Amos, behind you—!"
But it's too late. Someone grabs him from behind and covers his mouth with a cloth.
"AMOS!" Leah rushes toward him, but another man grabs her and does the same.
Amos's vision blurs. The last thing he sees is Leah struggling in the man's arms before he faints.
Amos wakes up, hands and feet tied, mouth gagged, in a run-down room. Two men stand in front of him. He recognizes one as the man who took Leah. They haven't noticed that Amos is awake.
"What do we do with the boy?"
"The boss said the clients just want the girl. We can gut the boy and sell his organs."
Amos listens carefully, trying not to move. He looks around for Leah, but she's not there.
The man who had grabbed Leah smirks. "The boss never said she had to be in one piece. We could have some fun with her. She's really good."
The other man grins. "You're right. Let's go."
They stand up—but freeze.
Behind them, they feel an overwhelming murderous intent, enough to bring an army to its knees.
They turn. It's Amos.
He's standing, his restraints destroyed. His eyes are pitch-black, his face contorted with unimaginable rage. The pressure in the room comes from him.
The men tremble, weapons drawn.
"D-Don't move, s-stay where you are or I'll shoot!" one says.
But Amos ignores him, continuing to walk towards him with a cold and menacing gaze.
He fires. The bullet stops midair, disintegrated by a small black sphere. The sphere vanishes the bullets.
Terror strikes them. Are they facing a child—or a demon?
Amos advances. He raises his arm and clenches his fist. One man is enveloped in a black mass, crushed from all sides. His twisted screams fade as his body is reduced to pulp.
The second man drops his weapon, terrified. "Please, I'm sorry, don't kill me."
Amos approaches, his voice cold. "Where's the girl?"
"I can't… The boss will kill me if I tell you," the man stammers. "Please—"
He stops, meeting Amos's eyes. Black. Empty. Merciless. They command him to speak.
Shivering, the man gives in. "Leave this room. At the end of the hallway, there's a door. She's there."
Amos turns to go. The man breathes in relief—
Until Amos stops.
"That's for what you said about Leah."
He snaps his fingers. The man's head is engulfed in black matter and crushed instantly.
Amos walks down the hallway. His footsteps echo, his aura heavy and macabre, filling the hallway. He opens the door.
A dozen armed men aim their weapons at him, paralyzed with fear.
Amos steps into view, face unreadable, aura dominating the room.
"Move."
The man in front obeys instantly. Amos walks past them to Leah's unconscious body, tied up.
He kneels, the bindings disintegrating under his power. He checks her. "She's alive."
He turns back to the men. His gaze alone freezes them.
One brave man yells, "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? HE'S JUST A KID. OPEN FIRE!"
They obey.
Amos creates a shield around Leah. He dodges every bullet with inhuman speed, leaving black trails.
He reaches each man, destroying them one by one. Kicks crush skulls. Blood splatters. Screams fill the room.
He finishes the last man, crushing his head coldly.
Amos stands, unrecognizable. Black veins pulse in his eyes. His aura spills into the hallway.
He walks to Leah and lifts her into his arms.
He leaves the building, walking to the orphanage.
Outside, he walks through the street, blood on his hands, Leah unconscious in his arms. Passersby freeze by his aura and seing the blood, unable to approach.
His face is emotionless, but deep down, he hates this feeling—being feared, judged, isolated.
He arrives at the orphanage gates. Headmistress Glory, worried, sees them and rushes over.
She takes Leah from his arms. "What happened to you? Is this your blood?!"
Amos, pale and silent, begins, "We..."
But the black veins around his eyes vanish.
He collapses.
End of Chapter 4