The boy that crawls (Peaky Blinders)

Knowledge is power

(Theo's P.O.V.)
I grabbed the crutch that stood against the wall behind me and announced my departure from the Garrison. "I'll walk with you" my father spoke and stood up. "No need" I chuckled, "I'm not a damsel in distress". I turn around and limp out of the Garrison pub. Multiple pairs of eyes are focused on me as I walk out. But I dont given them a second thought. As I limp through mainstreet, I noticed how quiet it was. It seemed like no one wanted to be on the street. I glance around me, suspicious of every single movement. I halt when out of the corner of my eyes I see movement in an alley to my right. I focus more but the movement had stopped. I huffed and rolled my eyes. But as soon as I had started to walk, an icy hand gripped tightly around my mouth. I was jerked backwards. My crutch clattering to the gound. Another arm wrapped around my chest and pulled on me, dragging me along. I tried to struggle along, but it didnt help much, considering my weak legs. We turned a corner of a building and into a small courtyard. Before I was thrown to the ground onto my stomach. Immediatly hearing a snap of a bone breaking. I screamed in agony, reaching for my leg. But my captor didn't give me an opportunity and grabbed me roughly before floppig me over from my stomach onto my back. Again, a hand got clamped over my mouth, preventing me from making any noise. With a glare I looked up at the man. I didn't regocnize him. I did however know the second figure who came to crouch over me as well. Robin. "I am very dissapointed in you, Theo" he tutted, "you where always so aware of your surroundings". A smug grin formed on his lips "guess you're slipping, huh". I decied to show him that, that wasn't the truth. So I quickly pulled an arm free and punched him into the face. Although I was quickly pinned back down to the ground again by the ufamiliar man. Robin rubbed his jaw and trailed his tongue over his lip, to see if there was blood, before laughing darkly and shaking his head "guess we will do this the hard way". I watched Robin pull out a slender knife. Holding it up and inspecting it with narrowed eyes. "you know. I've never thought of myself as a violent man". I glared at him because of that statement. I have the scars to prove he is violent. "I have patience, believe it or not, but you always managed to drive it to the brink" He said and pointed the knife to my face, in a threatening manner. "But I'll show some restraint. For now". I forced myself to relax, to be still. After all, struggling had only cost me a broken leg and nothing else. The man holding me down was just to strong. And I needed to save my enery for when the right opportunity presented itself. It was clear that Robin had lost his sanity and wanted to control me again, no matter the cost. "Good boy" Robin chuckled and patted my head, "No need to fight". The man holding me spoke for the first time. "I'm going to let go of your mouth now, son. Scream or make any sound again, and Robin won't hesitate to give you a little souvenir" he remarked with the same devilish smile, "we want you alive, but that doesn't mean we can't add some war wounds". I nodded as calmly as I could and the man let me go. I sat upright and looked between the two men. They seemed to relaxed, not considering my ability to fight two vs one. This was my cue to go for it. I swung my right arm violently and punched Robin in the face, again. The man's head jerked backwards and his body crashed to the ground. The dark haired man moved to tackle me. But I managed to squirm from underneath him and went after Robin. Crawling ontop of Robin, I grabbed his wrist that held the knife, wanting to take it from him. I managed to slam his wrist against the ground. As a reaction he opened his hand and the knife flew out of his grasp. Making it skip across the ground for a few seconds. I turned my attention to the knife and basically threw myself towards it. And quickly crawled further. The stranger lunged for me, before I could even reach the knife. I landed on my back with a groan. A seize of adrenaine surged through my body as I wrestled with the strong man. I screamed and pushed and fought. Scrabbling and clawing my way out slightly. Edging closer and closer to the knife. Two hands gripped around my neck and I was unable to breath. But I didn't give up and reached for the knife, my vision getting blurrier by the second as I lost air. Thankfully I finally felt the handle of the knife. I gripped it tightly before slamming it into the strangers neck and left it there as I tried to crawl from underneath him. There was no blood at first, when he reached up in shock. But when he started to claw at the knife that was left there, that was when blood began to spurt from his neck. Spurting out in time with his own heartbeat. I had now crawled slightly from underneath him and looked on as the color began to drain from his face. The dark haired man opened his mouth, but before he could speak, collapsed to the ground on his stomach. "you little..." Robin whispered, his eyes wide with horror and rage as he stared at the lifeless body. Meanwhile, I pull myself up to my feet, with the help of some crates placed near me. I can't put pressure on my left leg because it was broken, so I have to hang over the crates. Robin then snaps his head towards me before charging towards me. Then slammed me against the wall behind me. A loud huff leaves my mouth as the wind gets knocked out of me. Robin takes a hold of me and begins to put pressure against me neck. Locking up my airway and making me choke as I gasp for air. Refusing to give up, I move my hands upwards and try to push my thumbs into his eyes. But Robin was struggling so hard, that it barely had any effect on him at all. One of his hand went away from my neck, before giving me a hard blow to my right kindey. Immediate familiar pain shot through my body. During my fighting in the ring, countless of people had given a cheap kidney shot. I always was bad at protecting that area of my body. So although not getting used to the pain, I had found a way to take the hit without crumbling over. But Robin was a dirty fighter and took a cheap shot at my broken leg with his own. Again I screamed loudly as I felt bone graze bone, hunching over in attempt to relief myself of the pain. But it didn't take long for Robin to basically throw me away like a potatoe sack. I tried catching myself with my arms but to not much prevail. I rolled onto my stomach, wanting to crawl so I could fight back. Yet of course Robin had other plans and kicked me in the stomach. I groaned in pain as I tried to get air into my lungs. But every breath hurt my throat and lungs. As I rolled over onto my side, clutching my stomach, I watched Robin stalk around me. Boosting about how he was going to kill me. "I should break your other leg and then throw you in the canal!" He screamed in rage, "have you fucking drowned!". "I thought you needed me alive" I groaned in pain, clutching my leg. I was just riling him up, buying time so to speak. Robin narrowed his eyes but I could tell he agreed. He wanted and needed me alive for whatever reason that may be. "Then I'll just take you unconsious" He growled. Before I could react he landed a punch against my temple, knocking me out.