RAMPAGE. [II AU] (abandoned/discontinued)

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     Knife went outside on a hot and sunny day, the grass was getting dryer like always. He got out his small box full of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it up with his lighter. Knife placed it in his mouth, smoking out dark small clouds. He walked around the neighborhood, glancing at a few people. He spotted a small boy, he had messy gray hair that was smooth on the front and rough on the back. He wore an oversized navy hoodie. His pants were ragged and he was wearing black regular tennis shoes. There was a boy right next to him, he was huge compared to the little one. Knife sneaked up behind him, reaching out to his pocket and grabbing his wallet swiftly. Knife walked away quickly, jaywalking across the street. He got all of the boy's money, stuffing it in his own wallet. He smiled broadly while doing this. Knife threw the empty wallet in the road, destroying it completely.

     The little boy caught onto this, calling him out,

     "Wh- That bastard just stole my wallet!" He screamed, pointing at Knife accusingly.

     The large boy beside him started chasing after Knife, startling Knife slightly. He ran across the street again, running to a nearby abandoned gas station. He went inside, shutting the door quickly. Of course, that didn't stop the boy from chasing him. The boy slammed the door opened, causing a loud bang. The large boy stood over Knife, glaring down at him.

     He was big, probably between six or seven feet tall. He had white poofy hair, it looked like a cloud. He wore a baseball cap, a white shirt with red sleeves on the side and tan shorts. He was chubby, but he stood tall and wide, making him look more intimidating.

     The boy pinned Knife down aggressively, making Knife squirm slightly, "Baseball..! My man..! How've you been?" Knife said nervously, trying to avoid the situation, "I know you ain't like this, c'mon! Just let me go just this once..!"

     The little gray-haired boy came in from behind Baseball, smiling down at Knife mischievously, "Well, well, well, look what we have here..! Poor little Knife got caught again..~" The boy teased, chuckling lightly.

     All of the sudden, a girl with short brown hair came by the side. She was almost the exact height of Nickel, though she was slightly taller than him. She wore a yellow plaid skirt, with a white slumped shirt and a brown tie on top. She also wore a yellow headband with a shiny ribbon on the side.

     "Nickel, aren't you going a little overboard with this?" She asked kindly, looking at Knife worriedly.

     "Overboard? This is what we do to him everyday!" Nickel cackled, "Now shut it Suitcase, we got some business to deal with." He spat, glaring at her.

     Suitcase immediately sank back. Instead of looking away from the situation, she walked out the gas station. It seemed like Suitcase was new, she clearly didn't know what kind of drama was going on between Knife and Nickel.

     Nickel snapped back at Knife, smiling evilly again. "Beat him up." He ordered at Baseball, cackling loudly.

Baseball raised his fist, aiming it directly at Knife's eye. The hit caused Knife to groan softly, but he fought back, punching Baseball in the stomach. Although it didn't cause much damage, it was still a hit to Baseball. He clutched his stomach, trying to regain his strength again. Knife was about to run out the gas station before Baseball slammed him against the hardwood floor, causing him to cough out a little blood. He weakly scrambled into an aisle, hiding behind the knock-off chips.

     Nickel scoffed angrily as he started searching through every aisle, "Oh come on Knife.. We know you're here.." Nickel muttered, walking around each aisle.

Knife silently held onto his breath, trying to stay as quiet as he possibly can, he didn't want Trophy to worry about him any further. Someone touched his shoulder from behind, making him gasp sharply. He turned around quickly, only to see the kind girl, Suitcase.