[Published 07/10/15]
Kick.
Punch.
Twist.
It surprised him how long it took the 7 of them to floor him alone.
These are supposed to be the strong guys, right?
He thought to himself as someone drove an inept right hook into his nose. Even though it was definitely, unskilfully done, damn, if it did not hurt.
"You're not gonna wanna do that again are you, you stupid scum!" One of them yelled down his ear, sending spittle fly across his face. Nice.
"And neither are you." A voice echoed behind them, sendings heads turning.
Ah, my knight in shining armour. Olly joked to himself, wondering when whoever was blocking his view with their calves, would eventually move so he could see his 'saviour'.
"What're you going to do?" One of the football gits asked.
"Well by watching your crummy technique, probably just beat you all away then take this kid to the hospital and explain to them, and possibly also the police, exactly who did this to them." The mysterious person explained clearly.
"Good plan." Olly wheezed quietly. No-one recognised his small comment.
"Aw, come on Kyle, don't do this." The leader said, cockily swaying on his heels. "It's your last year of school, do you really want to get it put up on your record that you beat us all up instead of just 'getting a teacher'. I mean that's what all those patronising dicks tell us, ain't it?"
"I would do that but I fear if I turn my back you'll pulverise him."
"True, true." Murmurs of agreement rose jokingly from the group of 7.
"Shut up and let me through already?" 'Kyle' demanded, sternly.
The clan parted uniformly then continued to just kind of stand around, rubbing their shoes into the ground.
"You, ok?" Kyle asked holding his hand out.
I gave him a look that told him exactly what I thought of that question as I spat blood from by mouth and just about made it to a sitting up position. Eventually I took his hand and that's when it happened.
A bright sea of blue soared through my body and to my hand. Staring, gobsmacked, at him I saw he was practically glowing with yellow. Then suddenly the colours met and there was a blinding explosion of green.
"Bloody hell." I whispered under my breath as he continued to pull me up anyway. Well, that was until he thought better of it and let go of me. I dropped to the floor with a 'thud!'.
That hurt, you bastard.
He had a look of dismay on his face as he shook his head this way and that. I was about to ask if he needed to breathe into a bag when he finally met my eye.
"I'm, I'm sorry. Sorry." He stuttered then stumbled right off.
Wait, what?!
I slid back like the terrified prey that I was as the group of 7 turned to face me, sly grins planted onto their faces.
"So much for soulmates, hey Oliver?" The leader joked before throwing his rucksack at my head. It was surprisingly heavy and did its job at pushing me back down to the ground.
The onslaught continued.
Twist.
Punch.
Kick.
~*~
'Kyle. Oh Kyle. I hear you came in to see me at hospital. I even heard you brought flowers and prepared a speech. How ever so thoughtful of you. Better late than never they say don't they? Well FYI I'm leaving and I'm not going to see you for at least a few years now. But you know, better late than never. Anyway, fuck you.
Lots of loving kicks and punches,
Oliver.'
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