To Find The Past

"Why are you so curious about the Nineteen hundreds? Trying to look up your family tree?"

Allen's eyes narrowed as well and he snorted in contempt. "I've far more important things than to worry about relatives, boy," he said. He watched as Legion flirted with the girl and rolled his eyes in disgust. Typical teenager. "You should worry more about what's going on in the world than women, boy," he said, refusing to call him by his name. That would only show he had respect for Legion, and he had none of that for the younger male.

"Just trying to help."

"Help by staying out of this!" Allen hissed. He hated people... he hated everyone... it was a really bad idea to come to this place.

Just then, the ink hit his face. There was a stinging in Allen's eyes and he quickly wiped his face, growling loudly. "Do I need to teach you children a lesson?" he hissed out, putting his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

And then it started raining! It only helped by getting the ink off of his face... but of course most of the books were probably ruined. Dark brown eyes widened, and he looked to the girl.

In the 1400s, he wouldn't have even dreamed of doing this, but Allen stalked toward Susan and grabbed the collar of her shirt with his free hand. "What was that for?" he asked, voice dangerously calm. It was the calm before the storm, as one might say.

As the lightning bolt hit him, Allen's eyes went wide and his face was blank. He had never been hit by lightning before, and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling. He expected to go unconscious, just like the girl he had been holding did, but didn't. Apparently his regeneration and healing had taken care of it before any major damage was done.

He smirked and let go of the girl. "Let her die. Good riddance," he said, laughing darkly. The man turned to Jamie, laughing again at his sword. He was obviously feeling cocky; the smirk, the laugh, and his eyes said it all.

He unsheathed his own sword, pointing it toward Jamie. "Heh, your poor girlfriend," he said, advancing toward the pirate. "But it wasn't my fault. She did it to herself, what with the rain." He looked at their weapons.

"Are you sure you want to play this game, boy? I've been playing it for far longer than you have." He was sure of his skills. He hadn't survived for so long and learned nothing from it, after all.