Chapter 8
"…how did I miss that?"
"Who knows, maybe you just aren't as smart as you think you are." I said with a smile, ignoring Monica's glare as the motley crew of likely high morons circled around us.
"Look here guys! A dude with his chick walking around in our town, that's just bad manners ain't it?" The one who looked like the most sober of the bunch asked and received yells of agreement as answer.
"That's right boys, it's bad manners. And we don't like bad mannered people here pal. But we just might forgive you for once if you give anything of value on you, and the chick with you." He said and licked his lips, making Monica take a step back in disgust.
I on the other hand was in a state between amused and slightly annoyed. Because, let's be honest, these guys were less than nothing. Their lines were cliche and didn't make any sense, they looked like they had just inhaled the kind of stuff Dumbledore put in his candy and the best weapon they had with them was a pocket knife. Honestly, if they hadn't implied that they would lay hands on Monica, who was mine, then I wouldn't even mind letting them live. But they did imply that so they would have to die.
"Ok, you win. Just let me get my wallet from the pocket of my coat." I said with a smile as my hand went towards the pocket while my other hand was ready to fire off a spell the moment they tried something.
"Hey bro, you sure we shouldn't just stab him? What if he pulls a gun or something?" Huh, what do you know, one of them had some intelligence. Which earned him a slap from the guy beside him.
"The hell you talking about fool? He said he is getting his wallet, if he was pulling a gun he would have said so." Wait what?
"Oh, you're right!" …what?
These guys actually were higher than Albus Dumbledore! I didn't know that was possible for anyone other than maybe Aberforth Dumbledore or Xenophilius Lovegood during his wife's death anniversary!
Everybody thought that Luna was the one who was high, but it was actually her father! Luna Lovegood just didn't care. But she knew how to love very good.
Getting off topic.
"Yeah, please just wait for a second." I said with a smile as I finally found what I was searching for. Fun fact, the pockets of my trench coat were magically enlarged much like my bags, meaning that they could carry impressive items like the one I had in my hand now.
It kinda looked like a small club with two heads that were empty inside with sharp ends but made out of gold and adorned with jewels. A Vajra.
Before anyone could do anything, I pulled Monica to my side and had my arm around her and my other arm raised with the Vajra in my hand.
"Prepare to be shocked!" I yelled and from the end of the Vajra in my hand several arcs of electricity flew at each of the idiots around us, frying them on the spot before they could even scream.
Monica was once more not sure what to think. A state that she dealt with only a handful times in her life but now she was starting to get used to it since meeting John Walker. That was less than a day ago!
"What was that?" She decided to ask him as she pointed to golden… thing… in his hand while he was looking into the eyes of the only man he left alive who for some reason wasn't resisting at all. Some sort of master and thinker combo power?
"This?" He looked at the golden thing in his hand as he dropped the man who now had glazed eyes and a stream of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.
"It's a vajra, Indra's Vajra to be precise." He said with a smile as he threw the, now named, vajra in air before catching it.
"I was going to deal with them myself but after the morons actually let me take something out of my pocket I decided to use this old baby." He said with a laugh while she tried to analyze what he had said.
He decided to use it instead of doing it himself, which implied that the electric attack was actually an effect of the Vajra rather than as a mean to make a show or to use it as some sort of focus. It also implied that John might have some sort of electricity power as well. Most likely conclusion, the Vajra a tinker weapon.
"Where did you get it?" She asked.
"From some old ruins in India." He said as he crouched down and took something from the man's jacket.
"Doesn't matter anyway, I got this moron's address, is there anything you have that we need to pick up?" He asked as he twirled the keys around his index finger.
"No, nothing important." She said with a shrug, it wasn't a lie either. There were only a few rations to feed herself where she was hiding.
"Cool, let's go." He said and started go walk away. Monica on the other hand simply sighed at the fact that by his confidence it was likely that he did have a very strong thinker ability that allowed him to get knowledge from one as mentally challenged as the thug he dealt with.
Not to mention going by the blood leaking from the man's nose and eyes, the ability was more than likely lethal as well.
She was starting to realize that she was enslaved to a man who was extremely dangerous. One that actually might have a chance at taking over the city if he could apply the powers he had shown till now with efficiency, and that was without thinking about many other powers he might have.
A chilling thought, even if she was on his side.