THE ONE CALLED J

Chapter 22

Ralph stopped longer walking, his target wasn't like the others, this one could also perceive time the way he could.  If he wanted to devour Hendrickson, he had to change tactics.

Ralph ran as fast as he could towards Hendrickson, there was a look of urgency on his face.

"The kid must have figured out I now have an idea of his ability," Hendrickson had a serious look. "While I saw those flock of pigeons, I had carried one with my entourage and hid it under my jacket, it was the only side I hadn't defended, I had a feeling he would try and touch me, I had reasoned his ability had something to do with causing humans to disappear and leaving food in their wake, it was confirmed when the pigeon he touched transformed to a chocolate bar, he had turned everyone here to some sort of food and was munching on them, the look on his face, he isn't thinking deep at all, he's purely reliant on what he can see and his instincts, this should be easy," Hendrickson's entourage touched him, he reappeared where the bin was which was directly behind Ralph's entourage. He punched the entourage but it didn't take in any damage, instead, it only got bigger.

"This is annoying," Hendrickson thought to himself. "The entourage has a way of transforming damage to mass, it keeps getting bigger every time it's hit, I have to find an alternative, I always hated hitting kids."

Ralph's attention had caught the pigeons who were still on the ground, it touched one of them, the pigeon transformed into an ice cream cone. He gobbled it greedily as he did the same to the rest of the pigeons, he licked his lips in satisfaction afterward. His face wore an unhappy expression; he was still hungry. His face lit up with smiles as he turns his attention back at Hendrickson. He had seen his meal.

Hendrickson smiles as his entourage touches him, it switches his position with the same bin which was now close to Ralph. Hendrickson reappeared, as fast as he could, he punched the boy on his face but instead of the boy going down. Henry found himself being hurled in the air, he crashed to the ground forcefully.

"His body feels sorta bouncy," Hendrickson frowns as Ralph carried a vehicle that was on the road. He flung it towards Hendrickson's direction. Hendrickson wore a cautious look on his face as he summoned his entourage before the vehicle was about to hit him.

"WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY WEREY!!!!!!" Hendrickson shouted as loud as he could as his entourage kept punching the vehicle till it remained bits that rained to the ground. Immediately, he did, Ralph threw a truck, it hit his entourage pummeling him to the ground, Hendrickson could feel the ribs at his right side broken. "That must be where my entourage got hit," he thought to himself but Ralph jumped on the truck which was directly on top of Hendrickson's entourage. He landed on it vehemently causing it to bury Hendrickson further down into the ground.

"What kind of scary ability does this kid have?" Hendrickson thought to himself. "I take it he has mental problems, he hasn't said a word since and it's not due to professionalism or anything as if he was properly trained, he would have been more subtle with the application of his ability, killing every human in the street is a sign of ineffectualness. The average teen would have tried to make a wisecrack but he has made no effort to, the left hemisphere of his brain must be undeveloped, I have an idea. I will end this quickly."