Chapter 20 Iron Man

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"Fuck you," Jace exclaimed as he swung his other foot back around and powerfully stomped down on the guy's face causing a deafening crunch to resound as blood splattered. "Arghhh fuck," he heard the guy exclaim as he fell backwards to the ground clutching his face.

Not even sparing him a glance Jace hopped over the fence not minding the cuts and scrapes he got from it. His survival instincts were in full bloom and any little pain just spurred him on. Just as he dropped to the other side a third figure the one who had fallen behind appeared as he sprinted towards the fence looking like he would hop it in one go.

Not knowing what came over him Jace kicked up his foot stomping down his air Forces on the fence just as the guy jumped up. He managed to strike the guy's feet that had just dug into the fence after he jumped up onto the fence ready to propel himself upward. The guy lost his footing, and all the momentum was placed on his wingers that had just dug into the fence.

The Inertia of his body weight pulled him downward causing his face to collide with the fence as he slid downward. "You'll pay for this Jace," The guy exclaimed in pain and anger as he held his fingers clearly hurt.

"Malik is that you, then that dummy bust be TJ," Jace exclaimed obviously recognising the voice behind the mask causing him to shut his mouth. "Your right this is far from over,"

"N***a you right about that, you won't escape next time," The masked figure now identified as Malik responded clearly angry at being discovered.

"Tsk, I ain't scared of deadbeat like you Malik you better pray that Uncle T don't catch you before I do cause he don't play little man's games," Jace responded with a mocking smile as he looked into the latter's brown eyes watching as a shiver ran through the later. "Don't know what gave you man's the courage but it's over with,"

"Fuck you don't go calling in the OG's and handle your own business like a man," Malik exclaimed only to be met with Jace's smoking expression. "What you think this GTA, street code only exists for those living the life cuh and I ain't ever set a foot in your world so don't go crying to me for whatever comes your way."

"Hey, what the fuck are you guys doing in my yard!" An elderly white man exclaimed clearly enraged with a gun in hand as he motioned for 3 dogs to charge out of the house.

Not bothering to linger any longer Jace channelled his inner Ninja Warrior as he hoped another fence quickly leaving his screaming assailants as the barking of dogs resounded. He heard the scream in pain as the dogs took a good bite, but it didn't matter to Jace as he simply wanted to get home as fast as possible.

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[Home, 22:35]

Jace arrived home a little past ten around 22:30 with a worried Yara waiting at the door looking quite fragile in her wheelchair. The poor girl had imagined the worst as she was unable to reach her brother for quite a while, which wasn't like him as he never ignored her calls. Looking up at him as he stumbled in through the door all ragged and sweaty as he did his best to regain his breathing, she knew something must have happened.

"Jace, what happened are you okay?" she exclaimed as she wheeled herself towards him just as he closed the door.

Jace let out a heavy breath, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. His hoodie was damp with sweat, his hands slightly trembling from the rush of it all. He looked down at Yara, her wide, worried eyes scanning him for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine, Yaya," he muttered, forcing a smirk as squeezed past her stumbling towards the bathroom. "Just... a long night." Closing the door behind him, he locked it before he took off his hoodie, immediately cursing at what he saw. His T-shirt and wifebeater were all beat up with scratches and whole punctures which were already dyed red. 'I don't remember getting hurt,' he thought to himself as he reached his hand down trying to find out where the crimson liquid was coming from only to hiss in pain the next second.

Yara who had been talking with him through the door immediately exclaimed upon hearing his pained exclamation. "Jace Hakeem Lyon, open the door to this instance and tell me what's going on." There was silence for a second where neither of them spoke and it seemed like it would stay like that for a while until Yara heard the click of the door opening.

"Kyra is asleep, right?" he carefully asked holding the nob of the door not opening it as he awaited her response. "Yes, she is sleeping," she quietly said as she watched the door in front of her slowly open revealing the blood-covered Jace.

His white vest and shirt were turning a shade of red with many small cuts and two large spots were leaking through. "Oh my god Jace what happened," She exclaimed wheeling to his side just in time as he lost his footing falling to the ground, looking quite pale as he struggled to brace his fall.

Sliding down to the bathroom floor he wearily made eye contact with his big sister trying his best to stay lucid. "Don't worry too much it's just a little prick, help me bandage it up please and don't call anyone."

Yara stared at him, her hands gripping the wheels of her chair so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Jace, you're literally bleeding through your damn clothes. This is not a 'little prick.'"

Jace chuckled weakly, his head leaning against the bathroom wall as he let out a shaky breath. "Come on, Yaya, you know me. If it was serious, I wouldn't be cracking jokes."

Yara wasn't convinced. "Bullshit." Her eyes darted to his wounds, scanning the extent of the damage. "How the hell did this happen?"

Jace sighed, shifting uncomfortably as a fresh wave of pain hit him. He didn't want to tell her the full story—she had enough on her plate already. "Took a couple of wrong turns on my way home just help me take care of this please."

"Fine but this isn't over, and you will tell me everything later or so god help me I will kill you myself," Yara exclaimed before reaching out to the cupboard that held the first aid kit. Using a pair of scissors, she cut him out of his vest finally getting a good look at his bare upper body.

Jace winced as the cold air hit his wounds, his muscles tense as Yara inspected him under the harsh bathroom light. Bruises were already forming along his ribs, but they were probably from the combine, however it was the multiple scrapes and shallow cuts that crisscrossed his chest and arms that caught her eye. The worst of it was a deep gash on his side, just above his hip, where the blood seeped out sluggishly.

Closing his eyes in pain as Yara put a clean cloth to stop the bleeding his mind wondered where he most likely sustained that cut. For a moment he was running through the alley again and it was when he turned that corner and was forced to dodge a few obstacles where he sustained the most vicious cuts. Pushing himself hard to escape and hoping that fence probably didn't help, how he made it home only he knew.

"Yaya don't call anyone I'm Iron Man Jace remember, we are so close to the finish line," Jace muttered as he slowly lost consciousness his mind no longer working to keep him going as his body let his guard down obviously feeling safe with his sister.

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To Be continued...