i dont know why i got up. i just did. my body began to move before i could even think, straight towards the fight. i could hear brandan and the reverend yelling to me, telling me to sit back down, but i didn't listen, just kept moving foward. and within seconds i was by matt's side putting a hand on his arm.
"i think he's had enough." did i really just say that? to him?!
matt looked down at me, his eyes piercing right through me. i was so scared i was sweating, but i tried to keep my cool even while my legs shaked like there was an earthquake or something. he flashed me a big white smile, still keeping the same piercing stare.
"i think i'll know when he's had enough," the monster spoke, teeth gritting through the smile. he turned back to the dangling mass in his hands, swinging once more into his stomach. and just when i didn't think i could do anything dumber than what i had already done, i proved myself wrong.
tapping matt on the shoulder so that he'd turn around again, i pulled back my arm and gave him a left hook to the face. I HIT A PSYCHOPATH.
i looked down at my hand, trembling. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!
matt touched his free hand to his cheek, rubbing it softly. not out of pain though, more out of shock that someone actually hit him. he dropped tony on the ground and stood there, staring at me. his eyes showed no emotion, no feeling at all. eyes with no feeling are far more terrifying than eyes with anger. you never know when the emotionless will snap. i froze. everything in my body was telling me to run, but i just froze there. matt stepped forward, and that devil's grin creeped onto his face again. i could hear brandan yelling to me again, telling me to run and shouting "fuck you"s and "get the fuck away from him"s to matt, but he still came forward and i still stood there. he got so close that i could feel the heat of his body radiating from him. and just when it looked like this was going to be my end, my guard with the bald head from before stepped in along with another one, taking hold of matt by one arm each. i wiped my forehead of sweat.
brandan ran up to me, taking hold of my shoulders and shaking me with full force.
"what the fuck were you thinking!" he shouted, still shaking me.
"i dont know," was all i could say. and as brandan shouted more things to me, i could't hear him. my focus was fixated on matt being lead back to his cell by the guards. his eyes were still on me.
"did you hear me!" brandan barked, and i snapped out of my daze.
"yea, every word," and with that he released me, motioning me to follow him outside. i turned to follow him, but was stopped by a hand pulling me back.
"hey kid, saw what you did to my goon," joel said to me, looking a bit impressed.
"oh yea, um sorry about that. i dont know what i was thinking," i shrugged, straightening out my shirt.
"nah don't sweat it," he said giving me a playful slap on the back.
"yea, you gotta have a lot of balls to hit that thing," benji added. did he just refer to matt as a THING?
i shrugged, "yea, he's pretty big, huh?"
"pretty big! that mutt's huge!" joel laughed, "why do you think we keep it around." alright, "it" was bad enough, but now "mutt"? this is starting to agrivate me.
"why do you call matt an 'it'?"
benji and joel stared at me, a bit shocked as to why i seemed to be bothered by this.
"we, like everyone else here call him it for one simple reason, a good reason might i add," joel said very matter-of-factly.
"which is?"
"because there ain't nothing human left in matt sanders."
