Pulled In

10

Grayson pov

Last night was like a dream, no, a nightmare. For the first few victims, I just watched. It was like a car crash, so horrible but impossible not to watch. When he offered to let me have a turn, my stomach churned.

"I don't think I can."

Jimmy laughed.
"Yes you can, it's easy. Besides, they come back. Just try."

My heart was pounding.
"No, I'm not like that."

Jimmy rolled his eyes and leaned back against the alley wall.
"Hasn't there ever been someone in your life you've really wanted to hurt? To make suffer?"

A memory surfaced in my mind, and I felt my face flash red. Jimmy smiled in response and pushed me towards the busy street.
"Good, use that."

I looked at Ghost, pinned to the ground beneath me, knife against his throat. His brown eyes brought that anger back to my mind and I began to push down hard.

Ghost struggled beneath me, trying to push me off, since when was I so strong? Blood was starting to seep from his neck, and the sight of it made my heart pound. What was I doing? We were practicing, I didn't need to do this.

I felt someone pulling me away, and my grip on the knife loosened. My vision cleared, and I saw Toast and Elizabeth had pulled me away. Ghost was slowly pushing himself up off the ground, hand wrapped around his neck to stop the blood, but he was smiling.
"That was awesome man!"

Toast seemed confused.
"Sir, are you okay?"

Ghost nodded breathlessly.
"I'm fine Johnny, just need a bandage, but Grayson, that was really good for having never fought before."

I smiled. Despite the guilt of nearly killing him, he was proud of me.

Toast ran inside to get the first aid kit while Elizabeth sat with me.
"When we get back, you need to talk to someone about these anger problems."

"What anger problems?"