Chapter 1

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Mark walked through the wide alleyway he takes as a route to get back to the dorm units. It was darker than when he usually walked back, but that's what he gets for missing a presentation for classes and having to get the notes from another student. He walked along the path whistling along the tunes of the passing cars that were audibly playing loud music. It was a normal routine, and was completely safe as he thought, but walking later than usual meant that he didn't know what he would possibly to run into later on. 

Mark kept his slow pace, taking his time walking back. The dorms weren't too far, but Mark could use the fresh air and space before entering the small evading dorm room he stayed in on the men's wing. He sighed while taking out his phone to check the time, feeling the cold air hit him before he shoved it back into his pocket and pulled his jacket closed to zip it. He picked up his pace seeing it was getting later, and colder. He looked through the narrow alleyways he passed when the small buildings came to an end, stopping when he heard shouts. 

"Please, I just want to get home!" The squeaky voice cried out, before a loud grunt followed his words. 

"Please ㅡ I just wanna get home" A deep voice mocked. Mark looked down the narrow alleyway to his right. The flashing 'open' sign as the only supporting light that let him see the scene ahead. He closed his eyes taking in a deep breath before continuing. 

Maybe if I pretend I never saw anything.. 

"Please!" The small voice pleaded, "My mother's sick, I just needed to run to the conveㅡ" 

"Shut it!" He heard a new voice echo loudly through the alley which made Mark stop walking and open his eyes. "We just wanted your money, we don't care about your mothㅡ" Mark heard the man talking grunt before hearing small footsteps approach him in a running matter. He backed himself slowly back to the alleyway to watch the scene. The small boy, he guessed was running three guys following him behind. 

"Help!" The boy yelled. Mark stood staring blankly at the scene, Me? He thinks, his heart pounding in his chest. "Please help me!" He cried starting to slow down before completely collapsing in the middle of running, leaving the three boys a ways behind the collapsed boy. Mark started slowly towards the boy on the ground before starting on a full sprint towards him, afraid of what would happen if the three boys were to catch him or the boy. Stopping directly in front of the unconscious boy, Mark picked him up as quickly as he could, his head propping against his shoulders as his legs stooped forward in Mark's arms. He tried running, but it didn't work well, seeing he wasn't fast enough, a hard kick in his back making him and the small boy fly forward. Mark cradling his arms around the younger boy's head so it didn't hit the ground, they hit the ground with a loud thud, the older's hands getting caught underneath the other's head.

Mark slowly moved away from the younger boy's body, groaning from the pain, before trying to stand up again. A foot meeting his back a second time as he tried standing to his feet. Mark hissed as his palms scraped against the gravel in the alley. Trying to quickly push himself back up, taking any of the kicks that were sent his way. He turned throwing a punch at the nearest man hoping it would actually hit one of then, landing a hard hit on the face knocking him back. Mark heard one of them mumble 'asshole' from behind him. He turned to the other two men, one of them seemed out of place, backing up from the fight. The other tried a punch but missed but he ended up meeting the ground a few seconds after Mark caught his arm and kicked him.

"Who is this kid?" One of the guys, struggled to stand up. The other stood up before helping the other up, spitting the remaining blood from their mouths. They approached Mark and the small boy, pushing the older into the brick wall and punching him repeatedly. Mark pushed the younger looking man off of him before swinging towards his face, ultimately missing and getting punched once more.. but in the face. 

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