Some time passed, and Zaine ran into another person who wanted to say their problem. This time it was a kid, maybe thirteen, and his older brother was getting beat up by thugs. Zaine was very close to abandoning the kid, but then he thought to himself. I've been bored for a while now. Maybe these thugs will provide some fun for me. "All right then kid," he replied in an expressionless tone. "Lead me to them." The kid pointed behind him and sure enough there was a group of six thugs kicking the crap out of another person. Zaine rolled his eyes. These are the thugs he's so worried about? Pathetic.. Zaine slowly walked up to the group. "Looks like a bachelor party. Who's the lucky groom?" The thugs turned and faced Zaine like he was crazy."
"This is none of your business," one warned. "You best leave now before you get hurt."
"Oh please," Zaine laughed. "An incompetent retard is more threatening than you. Why don't you just run back to your mother before I send you crying to her." Enraged, the thug pulled out a gun and fired. Zaine smirked. "Finally some fun." He flipped backwards, but in his place stood an ice clone of himself. The ice sculpture shattered to the ground. Zaine sprinted towards the thug and jammed his fist into his stomach. The thug gasped for air, but he didn't receive any. "Remember when I told you I was going to send you to your mom?" Zaine asked. "Well I lied. I'm just going to kill you now." Without warning, the thug's stomach began to freeze. He screamed in terror as the rest of his body began to freeze over. Finally his head froze until his whole body was nothing more than cold ice. The other thugs were horror stricken as Zaine stepped past the iced thug. "Anybody else think they can do better?" The thugs all turned around and sprinted, screaming bloody murder. There was another person lying on the ground in pain, but Zaine walked past him. That was fun for two seconds. I need more of a challenge.
