Lex

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My knuckles are starting to hurt a little, they bleed and make it clear that I have to stop. But I can't, the adrenaline in my body, the rage, makes me not want to do it. I put my hand out and hit the guy in front of me hard, causing him to fall on his back.

“Lex, enough is enough. Trust me, Morbix learned his lesson from him.” I thought I heard Gary's voice, but I decide to ignore it. I crouch down and grab the guy by the collar of his shirt. His face is bruised and bloody.

"S-stop," he manages to say, almost pleading. I grab my hand again and raise it, determined to take another hit. Just to show him that no one plays with me, no one messes with me. Neither with me, nor with mine.

"Lex, please." You're going to kill him,” Wade says, behind me. I stop my fist in midair and decide whether to last hit or not. With people like him, I have no mercy.

"He doesn't deserve it," was what I said. The look of the guy in front of me was dark, tired. He had too dilated irises. He looked like