Bret is heading to lunch when Tuck approaches him, "Hey man, I heard about the brawl last Saturday."
"Yeah, had to take some of their players out. It should be in the news by now." Bret sighs and stretches his left leg, "This muscle refuses to somewhat move ever since the damn fight."
"Have you been to the doctor's office? To get it checked out?" Tuck shrugged, "It could be the make or break for your career."
"Your fucking poor at encouragement." Bret walks away and pulls out his phone, "I need to call Dwayne since he keeps sending me dumb shit, but for now, I need to find Skye."
Marshall walked by when he tripped before finding Bret, "Ow! My arm!"
A bully stood over him, "Imagine that, the clumsy one gets stupider every time he falls—"
"Hey, dumbass!" Bret yelled at the bully, "Why don't you pick on someone who can defend himself!"
"Fuck you too!" The bully screamed, "I'll kick your ass too!"
"I'd like to see you try, Chris!" Bret laughed excessively, "Besides, no one loves you anymore!"
Chris thankfully tripped while Marshall got up slowly. Bret grabbed his friend and walked to the lunch area, "Marshall, you good dude?"
"My arm and head hurt. That's all." Marshall hissed, "He didn't hurt me, so I'm good."
"The first damn part of tryouts is tomorrow." Bret sighed, "How the hell am I going to make it?"
As Bret kept walking, he saw everyone was ignoring him. He didn't care when he was taken no notice of or was a ghost, as some people called him. Soby, Ghost, or Ace were his common nicknames. He helped Marshall, who limp-walked to the nurses' office. He would do the same thing in Pogoren, saving Marshall's life again.
*FLASHBACK*
Bret coughed up a little blood, worried he wouldn't get to the hospital.
"Shit, I'm getting worse. I need to get to the hospital quickly." Bret limped his broken ankle.
With Rocky behind him, he was sure he could make it while carrying Marshall.
"Come on! We're almost there, just a block away." Bret limped farther, almost collapsing in the streets.
A dead silence swept the streets rather than the cold snow breeze. Bret coughed, seeing blood on his hand. Seeing this opportunity, he acquired the help of Doctor Welker Jefimow.
"Help! We got wounded and injured! We're kids! 16-year-olds, to be exact!" Bret got weaker with every word. Holding on to Marshall's colder body. He was dying physically.
"Is Doctor Jefimow here?" Bret asked, cold, broken, and injured himself.
A man replied, "Yeah, second floor, room 208."
"You... sound familiar." Bret fell to the ground, the pain unbearable to comprehend.
"Bret! Neko! Pomozi mi da odvedem dječaka u you 208." Ivano replied, worried he'll lose his youngest friend during these devastating times.
"Molim te, Bože, pomozi ovim momcima. Ti si sve što in treba." Ivano trembled, stressed.
Time was wasted away with Ivano waiting for the results of Marshall and Bret's conditions.
Rocky and Ivano, quiet as can be, spoke up.
"Bret says that you part of the resistance with him. Is this true?" Rocky tilted his head.
"Yes, but I think Tarik is Reno Qatar, traitor-type sh-stuff. Bret even seems suspicious of it as well." Ivano cursed under his breath.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
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Soby: An Oath of Peace and War
AçãoSoby is a boy who is in his sophomore year in high school. Realizes he needs to become peaceful. But, Problems Arise as he Protects his Friends, Relations, and Reputation against the most scarring of events. Will he sacrifice everything he has? Or w...
