Wilder

6.

The room was dimly lit, the essence of six people suffocating in a quiet way. Kierra was sitting with her legs up on the sofa, her heels at the bottom of the furniture. Wilder's head was just next to her foot, his hair sprawled out and mingling with the dark fabric.

The dark browns eating each other up, he was smoking his sixth cigarette. His whole body was laid out, motionless, relaxed, somehow managing to give off the aura of a corpse.

I brought my beer up and took a large gulp with just the slightest feeling of disgust at the now warm liquid. My legs up on the coffee table, the air damp but chilled, I had to admit Raid's apartment had a much better personality than he did.

The unshaven, rough-looking and arrogant in an idiotic way guy sat next to Kierra, hit stature hovering over her even as they were sitting.

"You know, you could rest those legs", he said and tapped his lap, at which the girl just gave him a disapproving glance. I felt the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes, but was caught halfway by his next move.

"Come on, babe, you're always giving me those signals", he smirked and leaved in, and I leaned further back in my chair as Raid grew to be even more of a douche.

"I know you want it", he snickered, and I heard her gasp when he wrapped his arm around her.

"Come on, Rey", she teased him with a nickname, shifting so his hand would slip away, "I'm just being friendly"

A silence damned in the room, the slight breathing of six in the air. They were all delinquents, rebels, fools. Just like me.

The smoke of the seventh cigarette filled the air.

"No, babe, just one kiss. I swear you'll like it", Raid leaved in placed his grey lips on hers plump. I closed my eyes, and the sound of her hands as she pushed him away filled the silence.

Oh, you were wrong if you took me as a hero. If you thought I'd protect her just because. It's completely irrelevant to me what happens to Kierra.

"For fuck's sakes, Raid", Wilder put his cigarette out, his glance old and annoyed, but those were not the eyes of a savior.

"She said she doesn't want it", a smile settled on his lips, and a spark awakened in his presence. Oh, I see, he's doing this for fun.

~~~

One punch deep, Wilder realized he had fucked up. But that didn't stop him from throwing another one. And another. All while not hitting his target, or anywhere near.

Turns out street fighting doesn't really match up to actual techniques learned from a professional.

But watching Wilder go at something with all his might is always amusing. A suicide mission, a last attempt, a breath of air before water hits your lungs. Suspense and the smell of something sad in the air.

His eyes were on fire, they were alive. Such a wonder, an expression so wild, so vivid, on a face so distant to emotion. A smile like a grimace on his lips, a raw cut on the face. The way a beast shows its fangs, or rather how prey laughs at death.

A smirk that gave me the chills.

The moment Raid actually started fighting back, we both realized he was fucked.

A cut on the lip, cherry liquid sipping out of its cage faster than I could notice, he appeared even more suicidal than before. A bruising on the cheek, his Adam's apple went up and down in a spasm.

I was on my feet before I gave it a second thought, the thought of foolish not breaking into my thoughts. The next hit caught my shoulder, and I toppled to the ground over the fragile body of a monster. His breath felt hot on my skin, and I barely managed to hold myself up from crushing him under my weight.

A line of red forming on his white skin, his glance had deceased. Intoxicated.

Kierra's scream broke the dead silence of hollow breaths and anticipation for impact. I gave her a look of annoyance just before a foot crashed into my back, pushing the air out of my lungs and making me crash into Wilder.