The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Dislocate it

With a tiny black shopping bag that had a gold handle in his hand, Michael stared at Ryan and Rookie, who stood to watch over him without saying a word. “Why are none of you speaking?! Are both of you deaf or stupid? I have already told you guys my name and who I am here to see, so why the hell is the other one of you staying so damn long?” Michael lashed out in a low tone, watching the volume of his voice so Peach can not think of him as someone rude and entitled. 

With an unamused expression, Ryan looked over at Rookie, clearly pissed, but he didn’t want to act before Elijah got there because he wasn’t sure how his boss wanted to handle this douche. 

“Who are you guys, Huh?” Michael 

asked again with more force as if he was hoping they would answer. 

But the two only seem more aggravated, like the mere sight of him was causing them annoyance and they wanted to be anywhere but with him. 

Michael huffed at them with an indignant scowl and then he looked Ryan in the eyes, stabbing his finger against his chest and giving him the most intimidating look he could muster. 

“Hey, dummy!! Is anyone upstairs, huh?! Or are you just a piece of annoying shit that doesn’t know how to respond properly?!” Michael uttered in a low, but clear voice with enough volume to draw attention from Rookie, who clenched his fist tightly in anger while he glared in Michael’s direction. 

Ryan felt his heart pounding fast against his ribcage and his blood rushing through his ears as he watched Michael’s finger stab into his chest repeatedly while trying to intimidate him. “Get your hand off him!” Elijah’s voice roared into the lobby as he walked towards them with Matt and James. 

Immediately, Michael flinched back, startled by Elijah’s sudden arrival, but Elijah’s tone only made him more egotistical and he stabbed his finger against Ryan’s chest and asked, “Or else what?” 

his decision a second thought, Elijah looked at Matt and commanded,” Dislocate it,” Without a slight hesitation, Matt moved for Michael, and at first, he thought this was a bluff, but when Matt suddenly grabbed his index finger and pulled on it harshly, Michael yelped loudly. Yet, Matt didn’t care as he quickly twisted the finger until he heard it pop from the joint, and Michael let out a high-pitched scream, unable to control himself as Matt released his finger and stepped away from him. “You fucking bastard! You are dead meat!” Micheal cried, tears gathering in his eyes as he clutched at his now aching wrist. Walking over to him, Elijah looked him dead in his eyes and said, “I have people that I tolerate and asses that I don’t have time to deal with, so if you ever do

out, “Do you know who I am?” “Do I look like I give a shit about who your entitled ass is?” Elijah

whispered, her eyes

staring at them. Calmly, he looked

husky voice and deadly words, feeling shocked and yet oddly allured at his response. Peach shook her head and took a deep breath, forcing

“Yeah…I’m okay,” He replied hesitantly in a humble tone. “Thank you for caring, Ma’am.” Trying to save his boss’s face and not make Miss Grace totally displease with him, Matt scratched his neck and mumbled, “It’s not broken, just dislocated… I can pop it back in

Do you want my help or not?” Seeing that Peach and Miss Grace were there, Michael forced a smile, holding in his rude response, and said, “Please do,” But as Matt was about to walk over to him, Elijah grabbed his attention with a harsh stare and said, “I told you to break it, not fix him up.” A cold silence descended upon the entire lobby and everyone looked at Elijah, but he kept his same glare focused on Michael and

Ryan and Rookie, saying, “Sorry…” The atmosphere in the room was tense once Michael apologized to Ryan and Rookie, and Matt hesitated, looking at Elijah, and when he nodded slightly, Matt walked over to Michael. The two men exchanged

embarrassed and self-conscious, but it was all replaced by a fake smile as Michael stared at Peach and said, “Good Morning,

you know my daughter?” Miss Grace blurted out a

“Well…” Michael trailed off, looking a little uncertain, but then he cleared his throat

handed, so I stopped by at

friend.” 

Michael’s face as his ego inflated and he couldn’t help but think that he’d finally gotten a rise out of Peach.

a brow and crossed her arms again, not taking her eyes off him, and asked, “Do I know you?”

escaped Michael’s lips. His ego deflated immediately at the lack of response from Peach, and he shook his head