The Baneflower

Chapter 1

Riley
I arrive to school, and I am greeted with the sound of a helpless boy, and the agony and I hear people yelling. I hear mockery and the laughter that followed. It was a mess. I looked away, but stopped walking. I tried to ignore it, but curiosity gave way, and I wanted to see what was going on.
The air was cold and there was a large crowd surrounding the two guys. It was tense and people weren't even chanting. They just watched, whispering to one another.
I hear the yelling. Those cuss words and his violent nature. Another fight, another conflict, it happened pretty often. Unsafe, and so everyone agrees he is not one of us. Human, but considered inhumane. We questioned why he couldn't defend himself. Do we hate him? No. It was simply an act of ignorance from us. We didn't want to use the time and energy to try and help him. I was distracted by the commotion.
Ace Vanderwall.
He was the attacker, the one who punches and kicks.
He was the bitch that went to elementary school with me. Arrogant asshole; but there was something about him that made him likeable, and because he was likeable, people supported him, even if he hit the other guy first.
Now the victim. I push the people away to see the bloody face that cried with fear.
No, I see something else.
I see Morley Henderson, the school's problem child. He was fourteen like the rest of us. Except he probably broke every law out there, and he was antisocial.
He was on the ground. I'm not sure if he's knocked out or he's pretending.
Ace smirks and stands up to walk away. But that Morley kid isn't done with him. Like a sudden gust of wind he gets up from playing dead and grabs Ace, who is taller but doesn't have the quick wit and obviously has less fighting experience then the boy from the streets. Morley Henderson.
Ace was brave, and his arrogance was higher than anyone else's, but he didn't think straight. Not when he was trying to hurt Morley for fun rather than a solid reason.
Morley finished Ace off with a quick kick to the side, and left spitting insults with his foul but piercing words. But even with his final blow, I saw him limping across the school field. He fell and I ran over.
"Aye, does it hurt a lot?" I helped him up. He rolled his eyes at me.
"What do you think." He mutters, and leaves me behind.