"M! Stop, you're going to kill the kid" I heard my friend chuckle from behind me.
It was dark. Nothing lighting the road, but the dim street lights that could barely light up a bathroom. Every now and then, one would flicker, darkening the streets for a quick second.
I kept my right hand fisting the grey shirt that belonged to the boy wriggling beneath me.
My left hand, swollen, bruised, and blood stained, came swinging down to meet his jaw, for the fifth time since I pinned him down. His face, jerking to the side, letting out a painful groan.
My breaths become deeper and shorter.
I use both hands to grip his collar and yank him off the ground. He wraps both hands around my wrists, in attempt at freeing himself.
"Don't touch me" I said under my breath, staring into his bloodshot eyes.
"Oh! He touched him, you're going to pay!" My friend cheered on.
"Shut up Mike!" I say, glaring at my best friend. He takes a few steps back.
I bring my attention back to the kid in my hands.
His hands still wrapped around my wrists, struggling to free himself.
His features distorted.
Busted lip. Bloody nose. Black eye.
I sent him a crooked grin.
"Don't touch me" I say shaking my head, then kneeing him in the gut.
He let out a loud cough, then spit out a mouth full of blood.
"Ever. Again" I felt the side of my mouth twitch, before plastering a smirk on my face. I push the kid to the ground.
Everything slows down.
His body hits the concrete, his head, last. I walk up to him.
"You fag. Lesson learned?" no reply.
I kick my foot right into his ribs. He takes in a long, shaky breath from his teeth.
"I asked you a question?!" I yell to the boy, who's curled in a ball, laying before me.
"Y-es" He says weakly.
"Good" I say walking around him, and putting one last kick to his stomach.
"Aaaaagh" he yells out in pain. I wipe my forehead, smearing blood across it.
The road begins to light up. Both my friend and I stare ahead. I squint my eyes.
I slowly begin to make out the colours. Black and white.
The lights, Blue, Red, and White.
"Shit" I hear Mike say from behind me.
"Run, Streets! We have to get out of here!"
With that, we start running, feeling like my hearts about to beat out of my chest. There's no looking back.
"Stop where you are!"
"Hurry, Streets!"
