Karma laughed. There were idiots
everywhere. Wherever he went, he could always count on at least one idiot with
a pocket of cash. It’s been years since he’s had to deal with jobs and
whatever. He has lost his sympathy for those he mugs. It’s his own way at
getting back at his perfect brat for a brother. Mother always did love him
best, which isn’t how it should work. Shouldn’t the younger brother be annoying
while the older brother gets all the praise? Whatever. It didn’t matter. It was
years ago that he even cared. He walked into his usual alley, where he found an
unusual and unpleasant surprise. Five guys with metal bats waiting for him.
“So you’re the brat who mugged
Johnny, huh?”
Karma shrugged. “I don’t keep a
habit of taking names of the people I mug. But those that I do mug shouldn’t
cry to their gang. Well, actually maybe they do. Coz’ if they’re stupid enough
to let themselves to get mugged in the first place, then that solution probably
sounds legit. Oh well, it takes an idiot to know one, right? So are you the
idiot gang? Was the little boy I mugged too afraid to take me on by himself, so
he called in his Boy Scout troop? How very manly of him. When I need an
accomplice, I’ll make sure to go to the book club to look for him next time.”
Shut
up, this isn’t good, he thought to himself. With five armed guys, he was
sure to get beat up. And now he had provoked them. He could always use that option, but it would be risky if he
left them alive without amnesia. They shouted some useless and oh-so-kind
remarks, and then attacked all at once. Karma made the fast decision. He
blocked the bats with his now silvery-colored arms.
When
in trouble, being a metal dude has its advantages, he thought.
