"I know it’s you!" He points at me accusingly. "You asked too many questions! You come to this island and suddenly some shitty video starts circulating online!" Drax yells, forcing his way through tightly packed tables, shoving people aside like rag dolls, not slowing down for a second. He finally breaks through the last rows of tables.
He looks like fury incarnate, muscles swollen, face red and veined.
I brace myself for the fight of my life, making atenkanpivot, then raising the metal leg and swinging it in a spinning strike, just to let him know I won’t go down without a fight. It’s still better than nothing, considering he has bone spikes.
But a second before Drax lunges at me with a howl, something unbelievable happens.
At first, I do not see what caused it, because whatever hit him came from behind.
His eyes roll back into his skull, and he collapses to the floor. Standing behind him is… Bashir, gripping the heavy metal leg of one of the tables. Clearly, he picked a mightier version of what I have.
His face is twisted with a kind of rage I have never seen in another person. It’s how I imagine Anzo looked when he came to kill my parents.
Another blow lands on Drax’s head as he mutters something half-conscious and tries to get up, but that shuts him up. Then Bashir does something I do not expect at all.
And I have no intention of stopping him.
He leans over Drax and cuts open the back of his pants.
The people around us make sounds of surprise, shock, and fear and move away from us.
Bashir raises his clenched fist and shouts.
"Mess with me and you'll meet the same fate as him!"
Then he presses the tip of the table leg against Drax's anus and is about to push it forcefully inside, but at that very second a squad of beta guards storms into the hall.
Even more screams and gasps erupt as they sprint toward us.
Two of them grab Bashir and try to pull him away, but honestly, it’s a pretty ridiculous sight. He’s an alpha, and a well-trained one at that. They bounce off him like rubber balls, and he barely even notices them.
The remaining three betas are smart enough not to get close. Instead, they draw out force equalizers and fire.
Tasers.
And they finally work. Two probes hit Bashir, electricity ripping through him as his body seizes and drops hard, slamming flat onto the floor.
Fred lunges toward him, keeping his husband’s head from smashing into the ground at the last moment, even though he absorbs part of the shock himself.
"Take him!" snarls the squad leader, wearing a badge ‘Harvey Bram’.
He clearly intends to take control of the situation, but that does not sit right with me. No fucking way.
In two strides, I’m next to Bashir.
"No!" I growl. "You’re not taking him anywhere! Bashir did nothing wrong! Natural law between alphas gives him the right to defend his partner! The law of vengeance! Aren’t natural alpha behaviors encouraged here?"
"Move," Bram growls in response, but it’s a beta growl, and it sounds funny to my ear, like a buzzing fly.
I step directly into his path, blocking access to Bashir, my chin up.
Silence falls. The couples around us just stand there, staring without a word, while Bashir lets out a faint groan on the ground and a shaking Fred holds his head up.
Drax lies unconscious on the floor, blood visible at the back of his head.
The betas hover uncertainly, glancing at their boss, and Bram’s jaw is tight, his angry gaze fixed on me.
Then we hear the footsteps of two people running toward us.
