HPDBC Chapter 184: Hated
Chapter 184: Hated
Blood trickled down his cheeks, the nostalgia evoked by the sight of the vehicles striking a deep, poignant chord within him. It was a stark reminder of the familiar world he had left behind.
Suddenly, a pungent scent wafted through the air, catching Ty off guard. He halted abruptly, his senses overwhelmed.
This unexpected stop caused one of the guards to bump into him.
Just then, a bottle whizzed by, narrowly missing Ty and shattering against the sidewalk with a sharp crash. The hostility of the crowd was palpable, a stark contrast to the brief moment of nostalgia he had just experienced.
The guard behind Ty, impatient with the halt, roughly pushed him forward, his voice stern, "Don't stop walking." Ty's ears caught a hostile shout from the crowd, "Fuck you, Demon! Just go die already!" The words cut through the air, laced with venom and disdain.
As Ty was forced to resume his march, he found himself amidst a sea of faces - a disparate mix from those clad in rustic garments to others donning business suits. Unified in their animosity, they jeered and booed, arms loaded with fruits, glass bottles, and an assortment of objects. The hostility in their eyes was unmistakable as they began to hurl their projectiles at him.
Ty, trapped in this hostile parade, noticed a subtle pattern amidst the chaos. Each incoming object was preceded by a slight shift in the wind, a warning he began to attune to. Though he couldn't always see the items being thrown, he could sense their approach, the air betraying their trajectory.
As he walked, Ty made small, calculated movements. He dodged and swayed, narrowly avoiding each object hurled his way. All the while, the metal barbs of the mask dug into his skin with each evasion, a constant reminder of his precarious position. Within him, a quiet determination took hold as he navigated this gauntlet of hatred and fear, each step a testament to his resilience.
As the barrage of objects and insults continued, Ty's mind remained sharply focused, his thoughts coalescing around a singular resolve. "Everything from this point forward is for Jade. They crave a spectacle, and I must not only survive but reign supreme in this twisted arena," he mused internally, his determination unwavering amidst the hostility.
His every move was precise, almost instinctive, as he nimbly dodged the relentless onslaught. The crowd's words, a blend of confusion and outright hatred, washed over him, but he remained undeterred, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.
Ty's thoughts drifted, considering the nature of spectacle and entertainment. "Back on Earth, humanity often reveled in both the virtuous and the vile. The affluent seemed to have a morbid fascination with the darkest aspects of human nature.
Ty, undeterred by the threat, allowed a hint of his playful nature to resurface, his smile returning amidst the tension. "I'm incapable of using my power in these conditions. But I won't deny, it's a relief to be rid of those spikes," he remarked, blood still trailing down his face from the earlier wounds.
The guard's attention snapped to an intricate pattern etched into Ty's right cheek. With a swift motion, he seized Ty by the collar, his voice rising in a mix of suspicion and anger. "Is this all some twisted game to you?!" he demanded, the accusation heavy in the air.
The lead guard's incredulity was palpable. "You actually used your punishment as an opportunity to carve a skull and crossbones into your cheek?!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and rising fury.
Ty, maintaining a semblance of composure under the guard's intense scrutiny, responded, "I apologize if it seems inappropriate. I thought it might add to the spectacle for the broadcast. It was quite painful, though, and I can't really judge its appearance since I had to rely on feeling alone with the spike," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of laughter, trying to diffuse the tension.
However, the lead guard's patience had worn thin. In a swift motion, he drew his gun and brought it down hard on Ty's head, the force of the blow echoing his exasperation. "This is no laughing matter!" he shouted, his grip tightening on Ty's hair as he forced him down to one knee.
The guard's stance was menacing, his voice seething with anger. "You are not a guest here. You're not meant to find any enjoyment in this. Do you understand?"
The intensity of the moment hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the harsh reality of Ty's situation.
Ty, a trickle of blood staining his mouth, managed a faint, defiant smile despite the pain. "Sure, I'll remember that, boss man," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of sarcasm and resignation.
The guard, his anger slightly abated, released his grip on Ty's hair. "Get him inside. Once he's under Mentor Mastiff's watch, he's no longer our concern," he commanded, his tone indicating a finality to his involvement.
As the guards began to haul Ty to his feet and push him towards the door, he held up a hand, signaling a brief pause. "One moment," he said, brushing off the guards' hands. The lead guard, Alek, grabbed Ty's collar, pulling him close. His voice was low and venomous, "My name is Alek. I eagerly await the day when you and every member of the Demon Clan meet your end.
My vengeance will be sweet, so do me a favor – survive until then."
Ty, absorbing Alek's words, offered a serene smile in response. "Sounds like a plan, good sir," he replied calmly, pushing Alek's hand away with a measured force. He then turned, walking back down the road with a composed demeanor, the weight of Alek's words and the impending trial both heavy on his mind.