i o u. -ishimondo story

chapter three • if it's a fight you want...

TW:  blood, knives, injuries (from a fight, not sh)

Mondo's POV

So now I'm alone with this guy. There was an odd silence before he spoke up.

"I'm giving you your chance to run now, kid."

I started to crack my knuckles. "I haven't run from anything ever, don't plan on it."

"One of us aren't making it out of this fight unharmed."

"Wouldn't be a fight then, would it?"

And so he swung first. Not a very good swing.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him lower to slam my knee in his face, cracking his nose.

That satisfaction only lasted a couple seconds until I was dragged down by the arms and thrown against the bottom of the wall behind us.

It took me a couple moments to see who I was up against. This guy looks around my height if not taller. I was able to pull him down easier so maybe I need to work on attacking the upper half.

Before the guy could get back to me I kicked him in the shin, giving myself time to get back up, knocking him into a car that was parked at the curb.

I dusted myself off and glared towards him. "Give up?"

"..."

"Don't think I'm done, cause I ain't-"

The guy ran off into the alleyway nearby. So of course, I followed after him.

"HEY, WE'RE NOT DONE BASTARD!"

As I sped up after him, he sped up too.

I followed him for what felt like hours, but in reality only a minute at most, until I didn't even recognize where we were.

Still the alleyway. Haven't been in this one yet.

The guy stopped at a dead-end, cornered by a couple trash bins.

"You just dug your own grave, man."

He whipped around with rage in his eyes. Whoops, lit a spark there did I?
Still no response. This dude's startin to piss me off.

"Oi, you were all talk earlier. Do you really lose that easy-"

Something flew by my face and hardly missed. Something small it felt like. A pen? A bobbypin? A stick? Whatever it was, it didn't hit me.

Dude's not gonna be much of a threat after all.  I smirked at the thought.

"You missed."

I didn't expect him to respond, though. He had a creepy smile forming onto his face. "Did I?"

I brought my hand to the side of my face that the object flew by. It was beginning to feel hot and stinging in one area. I wiped my thumb across it, only to find bright pink blood on it. Out of the corner of my eye I began to realize the light reflecting off something behind me. I turned to glance at it, only to see it laying on the ground.