Chase your fate

chapter 33

Alex looked up, startled, then stood straight, crossing his arms in front of himself, trying to put on an air of arrogance,  leaning back against the wall smirking  "I just came by to see Devyn... I figured..." he shrugged "that she could use a real man's touch.".  He was the epitome of the high school jock, standing over half a foot taller than Chase, good looking, well built, and cocky.  Chase could feel the heat rising in his soul,  feeling the caged monster shaking the doors of it's prison.  “I swear Alex..... if you ever touch her again... I'll kill you?”.  Alex straightened up, stepping away from the wall "Oh... I plan to touch her again Chase... in ways that you aren't man enough to...” he smiled and added “and there's really nothing that you, or anyone, can do to stop me.” he looks at Chase with those piercing eyes.  Chase tightened his fists, reminding himself that he had told Devyn that he wouldn't fight him 'I must control it.  I can't let it out.'  “Alex, you're an idiot.... and you need..”  Alex uncrossed his arms and took a step towards Chase, cutting him off  “I need to just kick your ass, then top it off by making her beg me to stop.... again.”.  Every muscle in Chase's body tensed at that, feeling the grip that he had on self control snapping.  Almost involuntarily, his right hand came up in an open handed slap across Alex's face, making him take a step back.  The red hand print glowing bright on the left side of his face even in the darkness.  Anger lighting a fire in his eyes.  “Just thought someone should slap you like the scared little girl that your are......  Takes a big man to put his hands on a girl.  I guess now I know what that feels like.”  he said as he tried to reclaim himself, knowing that it was too late.  “You little mother....”  Alex started towards him.  Chase took 2 quick steps then jumped towards him.  While in the air, he grabbed Alex's shoulders and brought his right knee up as hard as he could, and it caught him, hard, at the bottom left side of his ribcage.  Alex grunted as they collided into the wall.  Chase landed back on his feet, still holding his shoulders.  He started to bring his knee up again, but Alex lifted him up and they both fell to the ground.  Chase landed hard on his back and felt the back of his head hit the pavement with a thud.  Alex pulled back and landed a strong punch, making solid connection with Chase's left cheek.  He reached back for another hit but Chase took the opportunity of him being off balance to push him off of himself and quickly rolled over to get back on his feet.  Alex stepped in with a right handed punch, but Chase raised his left to block it, bringing up his right fist at the same time, making solid contact just under his ribcage, pushing him back a step and almost taking his breath.  Fear started to creep into his face as he scanned the parking lot looking for help.  “What's the matter Alex?” Chase growls “Can't find your backup?  It's a little different slapping girls around that can't fight back isn't it, you coward.”.  By now, Chase's vision had started to have a red tint to it and it felt like someone else was talking through his voice.  Alex lunged at him, catching him in the chest with his shoulder, tackling him back to the ground.  'I can't let him have me like this' ran through his mind.  Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped in his head, he surrendered to himself and opened the prison door that kept the monster at bay.  He felt it come rushing up, taking over control as he lost himself to the monster that had finally been released.  The first thought he had was 'He's going to kill me, and I'm not ready to die.'  It's hard to explain what it's like when the monster takes control.  It's like an even mixture of controlled panic, survival instincts, hatred, and furious anger being taken for a ride on a runaway train.  This was the reason that he had tried to stop fighting.  Once the monster took control, there was no way to control it until the hunger was satisfied, and it scared the hell out of him.

Chase quickly grabbed Alex's left thumb in his right hand, gripping the pressure points and twisting it hard.  He rolled off of Chase, wincing, clutching against Chase's grip with his right hand, trying to make him release him as they scrambled, trying to keep a hold of each other while they got to their feet.  Once there, he didn't even think about it.  He gripped his thumb harder and twisted it sharply, feeling it break in his grasp as he heard him cry out.  Chase let go and took half a step back as Alex held his left hand groaning.  “I'm gonna kill you” Alex shouted as he started to charge at Chase again.  But now he was ready for him.  He took a step towards him and brought his right foot up hard, feeling the steel toe boot making solid connection to his left knee, and as he stumbled into him, Chase pushed his chest making him stumble backward, then advanced on him, all he could see was the bruises on her arms and the person that put them there standing in front of him.  Chase hit him in the mouth, feeling his teeth come through his lip and cut into the fingers on his right hand.  He didn't care.  The pain was worth it.  Chase grabbed the back of Alex's head with his left hand and hit him again and then another time.  Each time, feeling new gashes in the skin of his fingers.  Alex pushed him away then managed to wrap him in an awkward headlock.  Chase could feel the desperate punches on his forehead, pounding against his skull, making him bite his tongue.