Casual Sunday

Letting off some Steam

Not wanting to stick around any longer since BF and GF showed up, Whitty decided to do what he did best: run away. To others, it's a coward's way out, but for him, it's one of the only thing's he's good at. Besides, just being around the pair ticked him off, and the last thing he wanted to do is lose his cool in front of Carol.

It's been a while since he lost his temper. Well, the last time he did, it was when he first encountered BF and GF. A memory he'd rather not bring up now. What mattered at the moment is that he got away from them so that he could let off some steam. An alleyway seemed like a good choice, but it's an obvious one. So he kept on walking. With his hood up and head down, he could almost perfectly blend in with the crowds of people heading home, a sign that the weekend is over.

After a few minutes, Whitty found himself at a convenience store.

"Not sure if loitering's an issue here, but I might as well just hang out for a while." He mutters to himself as he finds a side wall which isn't covered in moss or filth. Propping himself against it, Whitty closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice some hushed muttering coming from another end of the building. He doesn't pay much attention to it, until he hears a familiar voice call out.

"Whitty? Are you there?"

'Carol!? How'd she find me?' Whitty thinks to himself. However, he doesn't have time to answer that question, as two figures step out of the darkness.

"Look what te' kat draggd' in." A shady figure says. They have some sort of accent, but Whitty can't tell what kind.

"Looks like a scared wittle pussycat, that's what." Another voice responds.

Seeing the figures, Carol takes a few steps backwards.

"Please. I'm not looking for any trouble. I'm just trying to find my friend-"

They both laugh.

"Aww? What's wrong? Did the wittle pwincess lose her boyfriend? How sad!" The second one reaches in their pocket, before pulling out something small. From the light of the rapidly-rising moon, Whitty sees it shine.

"Well, I dunno if you no' this, but dis' is OUR turf."

"Yeh!"

"And we don' like no trespassrs'. Do we?"

"Naw! We don't."

Carol let's out a small whimper as the two figures begin to approach her. By now, Whitty decided that enough is enough.

"Get the hell away from her!"

"Huh?"

The attackers both turn around and see Whitty across from them, his eyes gleaming.

"You heard me. Leave her alone."

The second one smiles.

"Awww! What a hero! Gonna save your girlfriend?"

"That's what I plan to do." Whitty responds.

"So you two either back off, or you try me."

His fuse twitches underneath his hood, and Carol flashes a concerned glance at Whitty.

After a moment of fake consideration, the first one approaches Whitty, before swinging a punch his way. Dodging, he slams them against the wall.

Not expecting Whitty to actually fight, the second one charges at him, wildly whipping around his weapon in a feeble attempt to hit him.

"Pathetic." Whitty mutters as he grabs the second attacker and throws him to the ground. After doing so, he quickly ran over to Carol.

"You alright?"

"Y-yes. Thank y-you..." She responds, still frightened.

"Now, let's get you out of her-"

"Behind you!"

Before Whitty can react, one of the figures lunges at him from behind. Whitty whips around, but is too late. He turns to the left, but still gets a small cut from the weapon.

"Shit-"

A hard kick sends them reeling, and before they can react, Whitty has them on the cold pavement once more. As if on queue, the other assaulter takes the weapon from their unconscious ally, and punches Whitty. He reels back, but shakes it off.

"Last chance, bub. Run off with your tail between your legs, or end up like your buddy." Whitty says in a cold tone.

"I'd ratha' take my chance wif" you." They respond, gesturing to the weapon on their hand.

"I've gotta' blade. What you got?"

Whitty chuckles.

"I don't need a weapon to deal with low-life scum who have nothing better to do than to harass someone else."

Having had enough, the attacker runs full-force at Whitty, who doesn't move. They swing, but their wrist is grabbed before their blade could make contact.

Whitty grins as they begin to scream and squirm. After a few moments, he lets go, and the assaulter looks at their smoking wrist.

"Wha' da hell are you?"

Smiling, Whitty pulls down his hood.

"Someone you shouldn't of messed with."

Only a minute later, the attacker was running off with burn marks on their clothing and wrist.

"You alright?" Carol asks, still shocked that this whole set of events happened in the first place.

"Yeah. A little bit beat up, but otherwise fine." Whitty responds.

"Now I REALLY need to lay low, don't I?

Carol chuckles.

"I guess so. But could we go back to the park first? The fireworks are about to begin."

Before Whitty could ask what that meant, Carol was already gone.

Dusting himself off, he quickly follows her.