FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM - HER FIRST LOVE

Stretching his hands and legs once more, Hunter prepared himself for the fight. He snapped his fingers twice and gestured to the bounty hunters to come forward. 

"Let's finish this fast because I don't have time to waste," he said, setting his feet in position. He smiled, revealing his teeth and the men couldn't stop pondering how gorgeous the boy looked with that charming smile lighting up his beautiful face. They could tell for sure he's the most attractive boy in the school all the girls go gaga over. 

"Oh, I forgot my part of the introduction, how rude of me," Hunter said, scowling at himself in mock-disapproval. "I am the Hunter," he said and the arrogance in his tone angered the opponents facing him. They knew that sentence was incomplete when he said 'I am the Hunter' because he didn't add 'I would be the one doing the hunting' to finish the sentence. 

The bounty hunters could hear that unsaid statement ringing in their ears. 

The bulkiest of them all spat to his left, the anger intensifying in his eyes. His approach was slow and cautious, the switchblade spinning between two fingers.. 

Hunter scoffed, observing the movement of his fingers with his unimpressed eyes. 

'It looks fascinating when Mike spins the knife in his hand.'

Hunter thought, feeling proud of his best friend because Michael could spin the knife through each one of his fingers and his fingers move faster. 

Snapping into attention, Hunter rocked back and forth on his heels, getting into a defensive stance with his fists ready to blow punches. 

The bulky man's earlier slow pace morphed into hurried, long strides as he neared. His lips pulled back in an aggressive snarl exposing his short teeth. He pounced when they were a few feet apart, and his mouth opened, yelling a curse as he swiped his knife in an attempt to slice Hunter's throat. 

Hunter tilted his head back, effectively dodging the knife and rammed his fist into the man's open mouth. The training in his earlier days had taught him that a solid punch to an open mouth could lead to a broken jaw. Mathew was proud of his progress when he trained him because Hunter was a fast learner and turned out to be the best at everything. 

He took a step back as the man collapsed to the ground with a broken jaw and a bloodied mouth. Grunting and groaning in utter discomfort, he grew into a crying mess. Hunter pulled his foot back before thrusting it forward with full force, and it collided with the bounty hunter's head in a hard kick. 

The remaining eight men looked at one another, shock and disbelief were written all over their faces as they saw their fellow companion lying unconscious. Their heads inclined in unison as their eyes communicated in a silent agreement and they decided to attack the boy together. He seemed to be a hard nut to crack, and the bounty hunters were embarrassed to witness a mere schoolboy taking their kind down with a single kick. 

Shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent, Hunter braced himself into position as the hired killers cornered him, forming a circle around him. 

They couldn't help but wonder if the teenage boy was supposed to look this predatory as he spread his stance. With his eyes burning with raging fury, teeth clenched and his jaw set in a hard line, he looked no less than the devil ready to devour their souls. They moved around him in a circle with their knives swinging in their hands. 

Hunter moved, eyes focused on each of his targets. 

The wound on his knee was getting worse with each movement of his leg. The burning sensation it brought along made him wince, and he hissed out a curse. 

Jumping off his right leg, placing his right hand down in front of his right leg, Hunter flipped himself as soon as his hand touched the ground. Planting his left hand down his left leg moved over in a perfect cartwheel kick and knocked out one of them. He jumped back to his feet without wasting any more second. 

The enraged killers sliced their knives in every direction determined to stab him or tear his skin however or wherever they could. Hunter was tired, and he hoped his leg wouldn't give out too soon, or he would die tonight. Dodging the blades as best as he could, Hunter managed to trick them before hopping in the air once again. This time he went for a boxcutter trick, kicking his legs round and round. 

The combination of tricks he used was confusing for the killers to guess his next moves. It was an acrobatic circus show for them to witness for free. A straight hard kick to their temples and Hunter managed to take down three more of them. 

Breathing in heavy pants, he planted his feet down. "Six down, four more to go," Hunter said, nodding his head in satisfaction. But he was too tired to lift his leg in any more action now. The wound started to bleed heavily by now, and he was distracted for a brief moment as he eyed his injured knee. 

Taking advantage of his preoccupied mind, the leader of the killers' gang swiped his knife. The sharp blade sliced through the rough material of his jeans, but Hunter managed to escape it before it could cut his flesh. While attempting to dodge it, his feet staggered, and he fell on his back. 

His eyes widened in alarm as the man straddled him and lifted the blade to plunge into his stomach. He caught his wrist and wrestled to free himself. Another one stomped his foot on his injured knee, and Hunter let out a painful grunt. He used his uninjured leg to thrust it against the one who still had his foot on Hunter's knee. He managed to trip the man off his feet. 

Using all his strength, Hunter rammed his head forward, headbutting the leader hard across his nose. He didn't have the time to measure the intensity of the damage he caused as he saw the other men gather around him. He pulled his right knee to his chest and sent it back hard against his opponent's chest, successfully kicking him off his body. 

Groaning, Hunter managed to get back on his feet, but his left leg almost felt useless as he couldn't lift it to walk. The pain was too much to bear. 

"Get that bastard, we had enough of that son of a bitch," the leader barked at his men. He didn't see the impact his words left on Hunter. His clenched jaw set in a hard line and his eyes grew larger as he glared in utter fury. No one would live to see another day after insulting his beloved mother because he wouldn't spare the culprit's life. 

"Damn with the PG level," Hunter muttered and rolled his shoulders. His fingers pulled up his pants at his thighs, allowing more room for his leg to move freely. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it over his head. Sweat had dampened his hair and his T-shirt. He stood to his full height, his stance intimidating, ferocious eyes daring his prey to run as his fingers beckoned them to come forward.

All of them moved simultaneously, prepared to attack him from all sides. Two of them tried thrusting their blades at his torso, but Hunter caught their wrists in his hands. He was struggling to keep their knives from touching his body. 

Meanwhile, the third man closed his arms around Hunter's neck from behind in a headlock. The leader sneered as he marched towards the caged boy, his nose bleeding ugly from the earlier hit. He didn't seem to mind the blood running down to his mouth, coating his golden tooth with red. 

Hunter lifted his right leg and struck his knee into the first man's crotch. The poor man groaned in pain and dropped the knife as his hands travelled down to clutch his injured groin. 

Still holding the second man's wrist captive in his hand, Hunter pulled his free hand back, fingers closing into a tight fist. He moved his hand at lightning speed, and his fist met with the ribcage of the man. He screamed in agony as the bones cracked inside his chest. 

Hunter grabbed the hands of the third man. Forcing his wrists apart, he freed himself from the headlock. 

He pulled his opponent's head closer to his shoulder by fisting his hair. Hunter lifted his right leg over his shoulder and connected his foot with the man's forehead. He didn't give the injured man time to recover from the impact of the hit. He pulled the man over his head and slammed him into the concrete road. The man cried aloud, his harsh scream of agony resounding in his ears. 

Hunter heard the cracking, but he wasn't sure how many bones he broke. The leader of the gang approached in full speed and lifted his leg to kick Hunter's stomach. But Hunter moved faster. Raising his right knee to the waist, he quickly extended his foot at the target. The mastered front kick pushed the attacker away. 

However, before Hunter could pull his leg back, a knife sliced in, cutting through his flesh. Closing his eyes shut, Hunter groaned in sheer agony.