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Post by merryweather on Aug 2, 2011 20:48:17 GMT -5
It happened again. Nate had got himself into trouble. Well, more like deep shit. He said the wrong thing to the wrong guy, who had friends who hated gays as well. He snapped and went a bit overboard, but he hadn't thought his actions through. He was now up against the wall, literally, with his attackers, six in total, ready to maim or seriously injure him. He blocked on, but then they all surrounded him.
**Earlier that day...**
"Faggot. Move." The voice of a single-minded ass fuck set his teeth on edge, more than the words spoken. Nate turned around, only to have the guy's face only inches from his own. As if the guy was going to lick the back of his neck or something. The brute neanderthal jumped back with the most disgust look on his face and knocked over a few students that were just trying to get to class. Nate laughed a bit, but no, the ass fuck wasn't having that, so he charged towards Nate and slammed his shoulder into Nate's back. The force knocked the air from his lungs and sent his stumbling forward into two freshman girls that squealed in fright. Nate felt himself snap. Like a small splash had turned into a raging maelstrom.
Nate felt it first, before his mind put the pieces together. His hand had clenched into a fist and it ended up slamming into the guy's cheek. He hadn't exactly meant to hit the guy. Hell, he never actually HIT anyone, but that had felt fucking amazing! However, the guy wasn't up for that... neither were his friends. They were ready to hurt him, but the bell rang signaling them to scatter to their respective final classes. He was relishing the new found adrenaline that was pumping through his veins, awakening his senses to another level, and his body felt tingly and full of energy. However, after the bell rang and he had made it to the courtyard when they found him. Bloodthirsty. Seeking Revenge.
**Present Time...**
Pain. It was different than normal pain. This pain felt like it was meant to hurt you not only physically, but mentally. As if each punch and kick was scarring his personality, confidence, and overall psyche. He felt himself fading from reality?....consciousness?... Everything was fading to black and the numbness was setting in, but then he heard a voice. He figured it to be Merryweather breaking off the bond between them, like snipping the thread that tethered them together. He tried to call out into the blackness, but nothing came from his metallic tasting lips.
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Post by austinreinhart on Aug 11, 2011 15:42:35 GMT -5
Finally, the school day was done. Austin hated school: not as much the learning part of it as much as the teacher part of it. He hated people who thought that they had 'authority' over him just because they were older. The whole school system was ridiculous, why couldn't the students teach the other students? Or even better, why couldn't the students teach themselves? It really would be a better system. Just as he was about to continue this scenario in his head, he heard a loud noise in the corner of the courtyard.
What was that noise? Was that Davidson and his crew in the corner? Were they…punching someone? Shit. Not again. Austin had to deal with Davidson's last anger management issue and it somehow ended up with that German health teacher in a wheelbarrow with a goat. He'd better get over there and see what was going on. Wait…was that a group of people punching out a guy? Damn, this was way worse than normal. He forced his way through the growing crowd and finally made his way up behind Davidson. The huge monster of a football player was blocking the view of what he was actually hitting, and didn't seem to show any signs of stopping as Austin shouted, "What the hell is going on? You guys do realize you're just asking to be suspended." Davidson and his group stopped their hitting for a second as Austin finally got his first glance at the victim.
Oh shit.
This kid was messed up. He had to have at least a bloody nose, two black eyes, and there was blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. Austin was unsure if the guy was even conscious anymore, he didn't see any signs of life. He recognized the boy: he was in one of his classes, maybe it was that tech theater one? He couldn't remember off the top of his head. However, he remembered that the kid seemed like a fairly nice guy…somewhat flamboyant, but nice. He couldn't see the reason why they would inflict such harm upon another human being, especially one that he was pretty sure couldn't have inflicted serious damage. "What the fuck? What did this kid ever do to you?"
"He punched me in the face.
Austin wanted to do much more than punch Davidson in the face at this point. "There's a difference between punching someone in the face and beating the life out of them." He couldn't believe this kid, was he fucking out of his mind?
And he's a fucking faggot."
And then he mentioned the fucking faggot part. "Are you kidding me? When the hell do you think it is, 1875? You're living in the past, it's the 21st century! Nobody fucking does this shit anymore." That was a kind of weird way to word his feelings, where the hell did that come from? Whatever, it got the point across.
Why do you even care? Are you one of them?
That was the final straw. "Fuck off, Davidson. Now, go away, all of you. Now." Davidson gave him a weird look, but once he saw that Austin wasn't kidding around he started walking away, and the crowd slowly followed.
Dang, Austin hadn't actually expect that to work. He was glad it did, however. This kid needed help. He leaned down and checked to make sure the kid was still alive, which he was, thank god. Now to check if he was conscious: "You okay, man?" |
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Post by merryweather on Aug 14, 2011 17:18:08 GMT -5
Blue. That's all that Nate could see in his dream. He was floating?...Drifting?... whichever, in an endless sea of blues. Occasionally, he'd see sparks of bright white, but he wasn't sure exactly what those were... Maybe, they were Walt Disney's ways of trying to take him away with him. That would be delightful. To see the face of his creator and to live eternally with him as he watched from above as mortals went about living life. Nate felt so at peace in his endless blue dream, but everything this good had to end.
Pain. He felt it again as his eyes fluttered a bit, noticing first Austin Reinhart's face. Well, that was a delight to wake to after being beaten. His face felt numb and he could feel his eyes starting to puff a bit while his stomach felt as if someone had broken something...a rib? He moved and the pain intensified which caused him to tear up a bit and cuss under his breath. Yep, definitely broken. Then, he heard Austin's voice asking if he was okay. Damn, he must have looked good still for having the shit beat out of him. Fuck, maybe he should get attacked more often to get guys to look at him like Austin was: full of concern and a wee bit of pity. "Actually," he coughed a bit, which made his side burn in pain and caused him to wince, "I need..." he sucked in a breath before trying to sit up, which caused him more pain, "...I need to get to my car." He finished through a breathe-y huff. He tried to stand up, but he felt the sharp, yet burning pain in his side. He collapsed on his back, and watched Austin. "Let me just lie here for a bit." He stated with a small smirk. He could use magic to fixed his ribs, but he couldn't with Austin around, plus he felt the bruising taking effect on his face and body.
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