Empty silence filled the air, silhouettes of the poor boys shook as they hid behind a rusty, abandoned dumpster. Waiting as the clicking of many footsteps slowly approached them. There wasn't a single moon in the sky, nor a star to be seen, and yet the sky was illuminated a dark blue. Gravel from the ground shook as many cars zoomed past. The boys listened as the footsteps came closer and closer, growing louder as each second drifted away, then came to a stop. Tension filled their shoulders as they waited, the other three boys gazed at their leader's glowing green eyes for approval.
As if on some silent signal, The four boys jumped out from behind the dumpster, unsheathing their weapons and fists, keeping close together as the other boys did the same. The two groups collided in a violent blur, and suddenly the cold alley way was filled with liveliness. A strong, young teen, with a navy blue hoodie and hair that looked like copper in the moonlight pinned another muscular teen with dark skin and jet black hair to the rusty old brick wall. He hit the wall with a loud "oof!" before he was knocked to the ground by a powerful fist. "We are never gonna give it back, Andrew!" The dark skinned boy shouted. Blood trickled down his lips. Andrew; the pale skinned boy with a blue hoodie recoiled in anger. " you will have no choice! We will not back down until you do! Max!" he growled.
Just then, A shorter teen, at least 15, with oil covered skin and a red and white letterman jacket called to Andrew, Andrew looked over to him recognizing the short boy to be his leader standing in the clearing, near a brick wall. " Andrew! Watch out!" He yowled Andrew twisted around to see another boy, pale as ice, with freckles and ginger hair come at him with a rusty dagger. Andrew jumped back as far as he could, but he only stepped closer to Max. Max took the opportunity and immediately grabbed at Andrews' ankles, pulling on them fiercely, almost knocking the copper haired boy to the ground. Andrew fought against the tugging at his ankles as best as he could, keeping himself as firm as he could to the ground. The teen with the dagger aimed his weapon for Andrews' chest but once again Andrew knocked the boy to the ground with one hit and a shove.
Thats when Andrews leader got involved, he ran past the other boys and up to his friend. Helping him break free by kicking Max in the side, hard enough to make him yelp and let go. "thank you, Brad" Andrew nodded, Brad gazed at him with concerned emerald eyes before another yelp caught their attention. The two looked towards the sound only too see one of their friends under attack, his scrawny body being held down by two other boys while one continuously bruised the poor boys face. It didnt take Brad and Andrew long to notice the boys hot pink hoodie before they realized it was Michael crying out for help. "There are too many of them!" Andrew turned to Brad in a panic "we gotta get out of here dude!" he pleaded. Brads face remained calmed but his eyes were tinged with rage, without a response he leaped into the battle to defend his friend.
Andrew ran after to help, Michael was kicking and screaming as well as he could, but he wasnt thinking well enough to strategize good attacks. Brad tackled the boy who was punching him to the ground and put him into a choking lock. As of Andrew simply through the other boy off of Michael and picked him up onto his feet. Andrew pulled Brad off of the boy and they all huddled together to catch their breath. Only one more boy who was apart of their group continued to fight, and he was actually doing okay. He wore a green sweater, and had blonde hair. He easily took on all of the opponents, even knocking out a few in the process. Brad stared silently, before he began to fight off more of the kids. Andrew stayed by Michael and held onto him as closely as he could. But it was when Brad punched their groups leader that everything stopped.
In an instant, the world seemed to freeze. All except Brad was frozen, still flaming with emotion but about as still as a statue could be. Brad watched in confusion as everything grew quiet. Widening his eyes as fear began to wash over him, as reality washed over him. Is the violent silence he heard the timid ticking of a dying clock echo in his ears. He turned his gaze too the blood red sky and the world around him began to become a silhouette, when he looked back towards the ground. He saw flames, endless rows of fire surrounded him. He figured this couldn't be reality...The world was on fire and yet he felt cold as ice. brad couldn't help but feel an over whelming fear as he saw the silhouette of a man in the flames, he could swear on his life that it was staring back at him. The blood in his ears grew louder as a stomach churning yowl came from behind him.
Then...
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Brad awoke with a hushed gasp. His eyes widening as he sat up in his bed, desperately looking around his room for some sense of security. After he succesfully named everything in his room about five times, he took a deep breath too, turning his gaze to his hands.
..A nightmare..
A nightmare?
Brad over thought his dream, analyzing every single scene he could still remember. Brad felt an unsettling feeling as he remembered the members in the other gang. He knew that gang, he knew them way too well,he hated them all the same. The Broken brotherhood, Brad could remember their stupid name anywhere. Brad flinched in anger as he thought of their leaders' scarred face and matted brown hair. Their leader wore scratches all over his neck, and arms, and had a long unnerving scar that took up half of his face. No one dare spoke about it, though truly no one really knew what caused it.
He shrugged his worry off, then proceeded to stand up and gather up his equipment for school. Within moments he had gathered up his usual, red and white letterman jacket, black skinny jeans,
