Lost in Hollywood

No Mercy

He acted on instinct.

Every conscious thought was gone. All that remained was the cold rage that filled his gut like liquid fire, turning him into someone he had thought was lost forever.

The guy who attacked Kyler was not Eli. Mohawk or no, the Hawk was back.

"You fucking piece of shit!" he spat the words out, aiming a fierce Kick into Kyler's gut. "I'll fucking kill you!"

Kyler was still spitting blood to the ground after the first punch, and Hawk's kick sent him flying backward. Miraculously he managed not to fall on his ass, and blocked Hawk's next attack, but Hawk wasn't gonna slow down, he was gonna rip Kyler apart.

From somewhere behind him he heard Sky sobbing, gasping, but that sound was lost under the roaring of his blood in his ears. All he had eyes for, was Kyler, that fucking piece of shit who had laid his hands on Sky, once again hurting her when she had beed drunk and alone and defenseless—

But she wasn't alone anymore. He was here, and he was going to rip Kyler's spine out through his mouth, he was going to make that fucking asshole eat his own intestines, he was going to—

Clenching his fists, he attacked again. Kyler had found a footing and blocked the first couple of punches, but the third one got through, and so did the fourth one. Hawk's knuckles burned, the impact scraped the skin off them, but the sharp pain only fuelled his rage. Blood splattered onto his white shirt, but not enough, never enough.

Hands tried to grab him from behind, but he barely noticed. A swift elbow to face sent Brucks down, a fierce sidekick landed on another guy's ribs. No one tried to stop him after that. From the corner of his eye, he saw Brucks running away, like the pathetic loser he was, fleeing toward the car that was parked down the street, and Caleb— who clearly wasn't a fighter, but who was tall and strong and angry as fuck - tackled one of Kyler's other friends, one Hawk didn't recognize. They went down in a tumble, Caleb's fist connecting with the guy's nose.

But Kyler— he was left for Hawk.

Panting, licking blood off his torn lips, Hawk attacked again. The taste of iron and salt heightened his senses. His body was a weapon - swift, strong, ruthless. Without his shoes, his balance was perfect, his kicks fierce and unhinged. Kyler didn't stand a chance - for every punch he managed to land on Hawk, he gave him a dozen. He wasn't holding back now, not this time— he should have never held back, he should have killed that piece of shit when he had the chance, when he'd been beating the crap out of Kyler, and Cody had pulled the gun on him. Stopping Cody then had been a mistake Hawk wasn't going to make again. This time he would see this through. This time he would fucking finish Kyler Park.

Another round of kicks. Hawk knocked the air out of Kyler's lungs, his foot dug deep into Kyler's side, breaking a rib or two. Kyler bent over, spitting blood onto his clothes, moaning and gasping for air. His yellow hoodie was turning red.

"Stop—" he groaned, holding a hand up in a sign of surrender. "Please— stop—"

Hawk snarled at him, his lips pulling back revealing his teeth. His fists clenched on his sides.

"Asshole. I'm gonna fucking end you—!"

He struck again, feeling immense satisfaction as his fist crushed into Kyler's nose, splattering blood onto his clothes. This wasn't just about Sky anymore, about protecting her. From somewhere within, came a stream of images that fed his anger. Kyler stealing his lunch money in 7th grade. Kyler knocking him down on recess and throwing his backpack into a trash can. Kyler laughing with Yasmine and Moon, making fun of his lip. Kyler gripping his face, mocking him What kind of girl would ever kiss this shit? Kyler, his fingers digging into Sky's neck, while his friends held Hawk down on the tattoo table, ready to shave his hair—

It was payback time, for all of that. And even killing Kyler, would not make things even.

His fist found Kyler's cheekbone again, his knee Kyler's gut. A well-aimed kick landed on Kyler's chin and sent him flying. He went down hard, hitting the lawn ass first, and Hawk was on top of him in a heartbeat.

Why had he ever thought he couldn't take Kyler? Why had he let that asshole walk free for months after the hair shaving, after he had attacked Sky? What had he been afraid of?

Kyler was nothing. He was a loser. He was a bitch. He was nothing but a piece of meat, and Hawk's fists were hammers, turning Kyler's face into a mess of blood and bruises.

"No—" Kyler was moaning, whining, spitting blood and teeth out of his torn mouth. "No— please—"

"No fucking mercy—!" Hawk spat on his face. "You're dead!"

His sharp knee pressed into Kyler's breastbone, squeezing the air out of his lungs. Hawk pulled his fist back, snarling like a wolf. One more punch, that would do it, he would thrust his fist through Kyler's face like it was glass, his fist would shatter bone, it would tear skin and brain, he would kill that asshole with his bare hands—

One more punch—

His chest was heaving. His fist stayed in the air. His muscles trembled, the adrenaline shooting through his veins had turned him into a tense string, and his blood was singing in his ears, his heart was bursting through his breastbone. The time seemed to slow down. Kyler's eyes were rolling back, his mouth fell open, blood spilled onto his spin, dripping down his cheek onto the grass. In the darkness, it looked almost black.

Someone was yelling, calling his name - Eli, Eli, Eli! - but the sound came from another world, it was muffled as if it had traveled through water. He barely felt the hands that grabbed him from behind and yanked him off Kyler. He let it happen. He fell on the ground on his ass, the fight suddenly knocked out of him. Kyler lay on the grass unmoving, still, like a corpse, in a growing pool of blood, and suddenly Eli felt sick. His stomach turned and the sharp, bitter taste of bile filled his mouth.

He crawled over and retched, emptying his stomach. The puke tasted like blood and beer, the stench made his eyes water. Some of the mess landed on the lawn, some on his clothes, on his hands. His shirt was ruined, his fists were covered in blood.

"Shit, Eli—" Demetri's panicking voice cut through his fogged senses. "Oh my God, is he dead? Did you— did you just kill Kyler Park?"

Eli opened his mouth but nothing came out. From somewhere, not too far away, he could now hear the long rising and falling WEE—ooo—WEE—ooo—WEE—ooo of the siren. The flashing red and blue lights filled his vision. People were screaming, yelling, running out of the house, but he saw none of it. The fight was over. His body was heavy and stiff as if it was made of lead. He couldn't have run even if he had wanted to.

Heavily, he fell down on the grass on his back and turned his eyes to the sky.

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