“Right, let’s get started,” Nash said, giving me one last serious look as I heard “Finish the bloodsucker”in my head before he tapped Hunter on the shoulder.
Just A Little Bit
Kids Of 88
My twin brother positioned himself opposite Miles. Julian moved a few meters behind Hunter and a few seconds later, the ball started to fly.
It flew to Miles, who caught it – what else? – before he started to run. In fact, I was expecting Hunter to knock him away, but Miles used his nature to swiftly move past him, finishing and winning the first round. He triumphantly pushed the ball to the ground and raised his arms in the air. The crowd began to celebrate him loudly, even though everyone had been cheering for Hunter beforehand.
Nash looked at Hunter with a raised eyebrow, while Hunter shrugged apologetically and walked over to me. “His speedisn’twhat you need to watch out for...”
I couldn’t ask what he meant because the boys were already pulling him toward them, arguing loudly.
“Emely. Don’t do that.” I looked at Mikhail, who had appeared next to me. “He can hurt you.” He looked at me urgently, but all I could feel was disappointment and pride, so I turned my gaze to the field.
Miles was already in position, this time facing my aggressive brother, who had no hesitation in cheating and really ramming Miles to the ground. Secretly, I wished it on him. Someone had to show this arrogant donkey his limits. And Miles certainly wouldn’t stand a chance against Nash.
Marten shouted, “Go!” and Julian threw the ball.
Miles took it to the extreme by catching it from a distance with his bare hand and playfully tossing it back and forth between his hands without taking my brother’s challenging look seriously.
Then he rushed forward.
Why did my brother seem so restless? Was something wrong? It took Miles a little longer, but with a quick turn he dodged Nash, earning another loud cheer from the crowd who acknowledged his victory.
“Your brother isn’t playing strategically enough,” Mikhail murmured next to me, visibly tense, taking a deep breath, and I was grateful when he stepped onto the imaginary field because I didn’t know how to react to him at the moment.
Instead, I watched the Ruisangor with suspicion, who proudly turned in circles with his hands raised so that I had an open view of his back.
It was a tattoo. A beautiful black watercolor flower that trailed down Miles’ spine before splitting off into three differently located stems with accompanying blossoms of various size, capturing my interest for a moment. I looked at the plant curiously and at second glance I realized that the stem was surrounded by flames and covered in thorns, while the blossoms opened upwards slightly into several delicate lily flowers.
Miles turned back to me. He looked straight at me, and it was as if he was warning me. Only Mikhail left, then we would face each other.
And the fact that the two of them would now be so close to each other made me feel strangely nervous.
When both of them had finally positioned themselves, I noticed something that made me even more uneasy. Mica, like Nash, seemednervous...
Miles’ weakness was – and I hoped this – that he didn’t know Mica and his background. Someone like Mikhail had been brought up to be anything butnervous.
Restlessness spread through me. And then I understood. How could I have been so naive?
Miles used his Legacy Ruisangor powers.
I had almost forgotten my anger at him. Now it was back. Even stronger than before. He was cheating in a bad way.
The ball flew through the air, Miles caught it and rushed forward unexpectedly fast this time and before Mica could force him to the ground, Miles jumped, pushed himself off the ground and...did a fucking flip over Mica?!He immediately rolled across the meadow behind Mica and continued running.
Cody next to me dropped his jaw.
“He... didn’t just do that, right?” I heard him say in amazement.
The crowd cheered deafeningly.
And indeed.Mica lost.Miles won.
When Mikhail got to his men, he was kicking a metal trash can, obviously furious, and one of his friends tried to calm him down while the others glared at Miles.
Nash and Hunter seemed preoccupied with themselves.