Xeron
Tennessee City, Biggle Arcade, 12 noon
The cry made Xeron go mad. He had been telling a lost lady the way to a store nearby when he heard the yell. He threw the paper map which she had given to her and made a run for the arcade. The woman wasn't yelling surprisingly or he never heard it. But the minute he was inside, he could see his rivals.
They were three boys. Big, plump, and tall. Teenagers who would look nineteen years and above. They were pulling Xanthus by the head and cussing him heard. While Xanthus did nothing but glare as if he had a day left to get out of those dirty wrinkled hands of his.
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