FINISHED!
Even as a cripple Theodore "Theo" was feared and respected by his peers. With his strong character Theo doesn't let his dissability bring him down. But what happens when his father, Thomas Shelby, finds out that the crippled boy is actuall...
(Tommy's P.O.V.) I paced around in the Garrison when Theo had left. Not exactly knowing what to do. Should I let him go or should I follow him. I felt myself grow agitated untill I snapped. "For fuck sake" I growled and left to go find Theo. I was quite suprised at how far he actually came when he crawled. I followed Theo as he limped through town with his cane. No matter how hard I tried to coax him to stop and listen to me. Theo was not having it. He simply ignored me as he kept going. "Theo, wait" I began and followed him. Every once in a while dodging stranger. "Theodore, just hear me out". But the boy was not listening to me. "I just want to talk to you-", "which I am desperatly trying to avoid" Theo replied before crossing the street, "considering we already had one and look how well that went" he continued sarcasticly and looked over his shoulder at me. Theo turned his head back and limped further past an alleyway. But out of no where came a man in a great hurry. In his hastiness, the man didn't spot Theodore. And thus slammed into him. Theo lost his balance and fell down to the ground. The sound of a bone cracking filled the air and it was quickly followed with the familiar agonizing cry from Theo's lungs. "Oi" I angrily yelled and quickly walked up to the man grabbing him by the lapels of his coat. Before slamming him against a nearby wall. "Watch where you going!" I snapped at him. "He came out of nowhere, Sir!" The man rapidly began, "I...I didn't see him. I'm sorry". I narrowed my eyes and then roughly let him go "fuck off". The man stumbled as he quickly made sure to get out of my sight. I turned around to look at Theo but he was gone. I took in a deep breath before letting it out with a sigh.
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(Theo's P.O.V.) I carefully peaked from the horse-drawn-wagon that I had climbed into when it passed us. I watched Tommy looking around for me. I felt slightly guilty upon seeing him stand there. But pushed that feeling away and leaned back so I wouldn't be spotted by him. I rubbed my hand over my leg to feel where the bone had broken. Immediatly hissing when the pain surged through my knee and lower leg. "For fuck sake" I cursed realising I had broken my leg in multiple places. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to fight standing up now, like Robin wants. And that was exactly what happened the following day.
Robin had once again put me up against two fighters. "I do not care that you are injured" he hissed into my ear as he held me upright, "you are going to fight and win me some money. Or it will be the last thing you do". Before he pushed me inside the ring. I stumble and fall face first onto the ground. I groan and push myself up to my arms and with much effort to my feet. Although I have difficulty standing in balance, I do manage to stand on my better leg. Not pushing pressure on the wounded leg. Before looking up at my opponents Rick and Jacko. I let out a deep breath as I realize this isn't a regular fist fight. No, this was a fight with knives. Which meant there would always be a loss at the end. "And fight!" I heard the bookie yell out. I watch as my two opponents charge and I close my eyes not moving an inch. I knew ever since I saw the knives in their hands. That this was a loosing battle. I was already wounded, this was already a 2 vs 1 fight and now I was in an even more disadvantage situation because I had not been given a knife. So, why even try to fight. Maybe I would get some kind of mercy, if I just gave up and let them have their way.
