Black Alley

Henry had once thought that school bullying should have nothing to do with him in this world.

He had never gone to school. Skye, a girl who had run the streets, lived in New York Sewer World, and learned fighting techniques from Thena, should have made those school kids grateful as long as she was not bullying them. How could she possibly be the one getting bullied?

The facts proved that the Kryptonian had been thinking too optimistically.

As long as someone did not have a build like Arnold's—broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, with a face full of fierce flesh that screamed trouble at a glance—there would always be some troublemakers who wanted to test them.

The saying about not shedding tears until one saw the coffin applied even in this foreign land.

When the tracker Henry had secretly placed on the little girl sounded an alarm, he found an excuse to head out and see what was happening to Skye. What he saw was the girl being cornered in an alley by a group of punks.

There were seven or eight teenagers. Though they were all young, they clearly were not in the same age group as Skye. There were Black and white kids alike, and judging by how they dressed, they resembled street gang youths. They were basically the American version of Yellow Hair.

Skye was alone, and it did not look as though she was protecting anyone. But it also did not seem like she had started the trouble. Aside from daring to bare her fangs at him, the girl usually kept a low profile outside. She was quite skilled at lying low.

There were two or three unlucky fellows rolling around on the ground. Had they been beaten down? The little girl had merely been forced into a corner,