(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

Im not done with you (14k special)

~Hi, so uh, fourteen reads, that's a fucking shit ton. Considering it's the haha funny number fourteen and this is a skephalo story I thought I'd write the once though impossible, something I purposefully didn't wanna write because I was scared it was gonna suck. Thank y'all so much! And enjoy~

22/5/19

Bloody fists and Whiskey

"Oh that's it, your in for it."

Dave stepped forward, wiping away a few drops of blood that escaped his open mouth. He held his fists up, challenging Darryl. The younger boy just looked at him, rolling his eyes with his already slightly raised hands.

The pink haired teen stepped forward, launching his fists to the side of Darryl's cheek in such a fast pace you wouldn't really be able to comprehend it until after a few moments it occurred. Darryl stepped to the side, dodging the hit.

As Dave tried to gather back his composure and was only met with large stinging to the side of his head near his temple that made him stumble, but not fall.

He huffed and struck his head up, glaring at the boy before him, "Guess the little fag knows how to fight. Not gonna be long before you'll be begging me to stop." Darryl rolled his eyes.
"Just let me and Zak alone, he's done nothing wrong."

A large evil, manic laugh erupted from the pink haired seniors chest, he shook and struggled to keep himself standing. "How pathetic do you think I am!?" He stood, staring at with uneven hair and a horrifying grin that sent shivers down the others spine.

Dave moved forward and attempted to punch Darryl's right cheek, the younger boy held out his arm to block it but was met with Dave's weaker fist on the other side of his face. Another punch was thrown to his stomach.

Darryl held it for a second before elbowing the back of Dave as he walked pass, as Dave was winded the brunette tripped him from his feet with a single swoop. The crowd gasped and wooed at the action.

The overbited teen hit the ground face first, the unexpected action caught him off guard and he couldn't prepare and protect himself from the fall. Just as he was about to pick himself up, he felt his long hair pulling his head back but not too far.

"I'm not gonna ask again, leave. Zak. Alone. And I'll do the same for you." Darryl slightly slammed Dave's hair into the floor, causing his bloodied noise to become even worse. Dave groaned out in frustration, hitting the floor harshly.

Darryl made his way to the edge of the crowd, trying to let himself out but before the crowd would part for him he felt a pair of hands on each of his shoulders. He was turned around and immediately met with a sharp swoop to his chin, thankfully he stepped back a little and Dave's fist only grazed over his chin and his nose hard. It wasn't too bad though.

Darryl shook his head, quickly moving around Dave and a bit further from the crowd in attempt not to get them in this mess. "Ow, that kinda hurt." Darryl smirked for a split second, causing Dave to fucking lose it.

Dave screamed, lunging forward and striking for any possible area he could hit Darryl as anger clouded his judgment and decision making.

He hit his shoulder, but Darryl grabbed his arm and twisted it in a direction too painful to focus on much else, but not breaking it. As Darryl let go, he struck his face straight on and kneed Dave's stomach.

Dave struggled to keep straight up, Darryl simply hit him slightly and Dave came toppling over. The emerald eyed boy glared down at the defeated pink eyed one, the stared deep into each others eyes but Dave just smirked despite his obvious loss.

He sat up a little and spat on Darryl's shoes before completely collapsing completely. Everyone watched on, quiet as over and waiting for Darryl's next unpredictable move.

Darryl leaned down a little, hands on knees and squaring slightly,

"Touch Zak one more time and I'll do much worse than this."

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