The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 16

It happened. We clashed. Right then and there. Every member of The Criminal Outrage was terrified. They knew I could be easily crushed. I looked down at Stick, who was sitting down. He smirked.

"Let's get this over with, yeah?" Ricardo started hopping around. 

I lifted my fists, but sorta closed my eyes in fear. Ricardo had a way of doing that. You know, acting so strong that you felt scared? I was in that situation. I was terrified. I blinked a few times, and he launched at me. I went to juke him out, and I did, but his fist somehow still made contact  with my face. My knee buckled, and I fell. Now, the normal rules for an average one-on-one fight were:

1. Make sure to give the opponent a fair chance. Don't beat them when they're down.

2. If they have some injury, make sure not to humiliate them because of it.

3. Don't humiliated the opponent in any matter.

4. If the Cops show, you pretend you're friends to make the matter more Peaceful in the Law's eye. Act like it was a fair wrestling game. 

There were definitely more, but those were the real rules that every fighter knew about. Ricardo was so angry that he forgot about Rule #1. He started kicking me and yelling as he did so. The others were just there, acting like it was allowed. Dodging one of his kicks, I rolled away and managed to stand before he started swinging again. He laughed at my first punch. I missed, and it was a large miss. He circled back with a right hook. My face felt like a piñata. I took a deep breath when he came swinging at me again. Instead, I slammed my arms downwards onto his back. I did some damage. He fell to his knees. The strongest point I had there was when I leapt onto his back. I swung around. He gagged a bit. I guessed it was from anger, since I wasn't choking him at all. I dragged him backwards and flipped myself over. This sent him tumbling backwards. He rolled down the ditch that lead to the sewage until a sharp rusty material that was sticking out caught his leg. He gasped in fear, something I'd never heard from him. 

"You've won...you've won, Pick. I can't believe it" Ricardo said, dangling. 

"I can't either."

He swung around. His pant leg shredded, and he tumbled into the sewage. Now I could understand why he launched out of it gagging. Now the smell was bad. He pulled himself out of it.

"Good job, Pick. I'm sorr-" He didn't want to seem weak, but I knew what he was about to say anyways.

He was happy in a way. I didn't know why, but I found out later that the sharp object poked him, and it struck blood, so the sewage washed it off. I till this day will never know why he thought the dirty water would make things better.

His clothes dried off overtime. 

"I know we were just fighting, and I know I was in an angry phase, but I made a promise to myself that if you'd win that I'd surprise you," Ricardo said. It was something that made me shiver, in a way. I don't know exactly why. Most likely because he had never said something like that. I didn't respond, but I'm pretty sure he knew what I was thinking. I was very intrigued, but the surprise would hit me like a truck.

We walked a few blocks, stopping and hiding here and there when some Officers drove close to us, but we made it to the location quickly. 

"Ok. This is it, Pick. Walk straight and take a right. We'll be waiting here," Ricardo shoved me towards the correct direction, and I started to walk. I was walking quite slow, due to my fear of being by myself in random neighborhoods, but Ricardo stopped me to give me something. He didn't hand it to me...he just shoved it into my shirt pocket. I resumed my slow walking until I made it to the corner. I turned.  My eyes almost exploded, and my knees were feeling like they'd fall out.