Apocalypse snatched the damp towel from off the kitchen sink and twisted it up tight. By doing this, he created a handmade whip, but he had other uses in mind for it. When Antonio swung the butcher’s knife at him again, he whipped the towel out at him. The towel wrapped around the bottom of the knife where the handle began. Tugging with all of his might, Apocalypse snatched the bucther’s knife clean from out of the boy’s hand. The knife flew across the kitchen and deflected off the wall, landing on the floor.
Terror filled Antonio’s eyes and he gasped. Apocalypse smiled wickedly before he’d back hand slapped the boy, dropping him to the linoleum. On his hands and knees, Antonio rubbed his throbbing cheek. He looked up just in time to see his surrogate father kicking him in the stomach and
