Chapter 41: Bullying the Bully!

With excellent timing, agents from the Organization's Investigation department arrived in front of the Gate. Their eyes grew round as they watched only two men walk out of the Gate, ten had entered.

One of the agents tried walking up to them, but before he could get there, someone else did.

"Hal! You're back, hope you aren't injured this time around." They playfully yet seriously asked.

"I'm totally fine, as you can see," Hal replied. Of course, it was Freya who was probing for his physical condition. She couldn't help being a caring person, even though She was no longer a Hunter.

"What of the others, they didn't make it?" She inquired again.

"No," Hal said.

"Mister Heights?" She asked more concerned this time.

"Unfortunately, no. No one did, except for me and Sir Jack." Hal said with a firm tone and held her hand in consolation.

She was mourning Mister Heights, poor girl if only she knew what type of being he truly was.

Well, even if she knew, she still might forgive him and give him a second chance; that was just who she was.

But not him. There wasn't room to be extremely soft and overly kind. If he felt threatened or wronged in any way, he would put down the person if that was what it took.

After consoling Freya, Hal excused himself, after promising to see her some other time.

He went to where Sir Jack was talking with the Organization's agent and gave his report, confirming the report already given by Sir Jack to the agent.

"So there were no other survivors except for you two?" The agent asked both of them.

"No, just the both of us." They replied simultaneously and both looked at themselves with a weird expression.

"Ok, then. That would be it." He nodded his head in greeting and left to attend to other matters.

Just as soon as the Organization's agent had left, and Hal was about to greet Sir Jack before taking his leave, he saw a familiar face walk into the perimeter of the Gate.

It was a young youth with a thick build and brown hair that was trimmed at the sides.

He had sharp brown eyes and walked urgently with a frown on his face, not sparing a glance at anybody in his way.

He stopped for a moment and spoke briefly with one of the agents. As they spoke, his frown deepened, and his voice got louder, as he waved his hand around, seemingly in annoyance.

After a bit of back and forth between them, he left the agent and looked around and as soon as his eye came in contact with Hal, he started walking towards him.

He didn't even wait to get close to Hal; before he started shouting from a distance with an even deeper frown than before.

"You! What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"I don't know, hunting?" Hal lampooned.

The next question that came out of the youth's mouth made Hal slightly surprised.

"Mr. Height is dead. Did you kill him?" He asked rudely.

Sir Jack who was standing to the side, quietly watching everything earlier, decided it was about time he got involved.

Who was the kid anyway?

"Hey, you better watch it, you don't just go around accusing people like that." He scolded, but the youth wasn't moved, instead...

"You watch it, old man, or else I'll beat the crap out of your sorry ass!" He snarled.

"What! Did you just call me old man!" Sir Jack was getting hysterical but Hal quickly calmed him.

He was going to personally deal with this big-headed bully as Bethany had called him.

"It's okay, sir; please stay calm." He said, then walked up to the youth and stood right in front of him, with a careless smirk on his face.

_What if I did?_ He lampooned.

"W-what! You?" The youth was very angry. He probably couldn't express himself.

"Yes. What if I killed your 'mentor'?" Hal further asked, his expression not changing.

"Then, I'll have to kill you back!" The youth shouted his face reddening with rage.

Hal made a dry half-hearted laugh.

"Haha, you could try, but trust me you don't.... else, you could end up like your mentor," Hal said in a cold voice.

And that did it; the youth could no longer contain his rage and swung a fist at Hal, but to his utmost surprise, Hal caught it.

"Huh?"

The youth's eyes widened in surprise at first but soon contorted into one of pain as Hal squeezed his hand.

"...." He groaned.

Hal squeezed harder and in a very cold voice, said.

"Don't you ever disturb me again? You've done it the first time and this is your second, the time I won't be so nice."

The youth's face was still one of pain, as he struggled to keep himself standing.

Hal released his hand and brought his mouth to the level of his ears before saying.

"Now, run off, before I make that threat of mine a reality." He whispered in a cool but deadly way, then he stretched back with a smile and turned, not sparing the youth any more time.

Vexed, the youth shouted at him as he walked away.

"I'll come back for you, that's a promise!"

_Well, if you did, you'd simply be attending your own funeral_ Hal lampooned as he stood beside Sir Jack.

"Who was he anyway? And how is he related to Mister Heights?" Sir Jack inquired.

"Oh, I don't really know him, except that he was a Mister Heights prodigy, and goes by the name of Leon, that's all," Hal said as he slowly started looking around.

"Hmmm, I see." Sir Jack replied.

"But you did kill his mentor, didn't you?" He asked again.

"Well, that I did, no doubt," Hal replied sheepishly.

Indeed, he had killed Mister Heights, but he had a solid reason for doing that, so he didn't feel sorry about that. The guy had done the wrong thing, made the wrong choice...ah...it simply was his time.

"Well, Hal, it's time I take my leave. I need to get home to my little girl. Spent enough time here already!" Sir Jack said.

"Ok, sir. So long." Hal replied, hoping it would be some while before they met again, but Sir Jack threw him a suspicious look and said.

"I'll be calling."

"Huh, Okay," Hal replied.

Why won't this man just leave him!

They shook hands, and Sir Jack left towards his car and drove off.

Hal stood behind and watched as the sleek red design of Sir Jack's car glinted in the warm light of the receding sun.

"Uummmmm."

He took a deep breath and exhaled satisfactorily.

It was time to go home.