White Noise

I try to catch my breath again 8

A/N: I know I'm late sooooorryyyyy! And sorry for the short chapter, next one will be a normal length again. And as you see there was a meaning for the other attack...

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"Why the hell does it take so long?", Brad grunted. Chester was still in the toilet and they were getting annoyed for the waiting.

"I'll go and get him", Mike waved his hand in the air.

He walked back into the pub and straight past the counter nodding at the bartender. Then he reached the toilet and pushed the door open. Never in million years would he had thought to see what he saw then. A mountain of a man had pushed the blond against the wall. Blood had been smeared all over his mouth and chin but the other man didn't seem to care. He was groping and grinding against the smaller male who had his eyes closed and tears running down his cheeks. Mike gasped and froze up. Then the other man turned around to face him.

"Well! Isn't this nice", an evil smile spread across his face when he saw the half asian.

The voice. It was the voice. And it all hit Mike like thousand hammers. All came pouring on him and he felt like sinking. Falling under not able to breath. The man held his friend by the neck staring at Mike like a piece of meat. Chester had shot his eyes open when he heard the man talk. The look in his eyes was horrible. They told him same time to save him and same time to run and save himself.

"Get off of him", Mike heard his voice say. It was like the words were just flowing from his mouth and he couldn't stop it.

"But why would I?", the man said laughing. The laugh that made Mike's skin crawl.

He turned back to his prey tightening the grip on his neck. Chester coughed and whimpered in a heartbreaking manner. Then Mike noticed a heavy beer glass on a sink. It would be his chance. His only chance. But he wouldn't let it happen again. Not to his new friend. Since the man was focusing on Chester so confident about his size and power Mike took the chance instantly. He grabbed the glass by the handle and put all of the strength he had behind the hit swinging the glass on the man's head. It took few seconds before the mountain realized what had happened. The glass shattered leaving only the handle in Mike's hand. Slowly the man turned around releasing his grip of the blond. He raised his hand to the back of his head feeling the warm wetness of the blood.

"What did you just do?", the growl came deep from his throat his eyes flaming with anger.

But Mike was quicker. He grabbed the blond's arm and pulled him pass the man. Chester was baffled but he let the half asian pull him with him. They ran outside Chester trying to hold his pants up.

"What the fuck?", was Brad's reaction when the two man reached them. The blond had blood all over his face, shirt ripped and eyes red cause all of the crying.

"Let's go. NOW", Mike muttered looking at the shocked blond. The man would follow them soon so they needed to leave before that. Worst thing would be that he would find out where they lived.

Brad and Rob looked at each other but didn't say anything. Mike pulled his hoodie over his head and helped it on the shaking blond. Then he grabbed him to his arms squeezing him like he would disappear. They walked fast back to the house Mike looking over his shoulder after every few steps. He didn't understand why the man hadn't followed them but he was so glad of it. And he didn't understand how he could have functioned in that situation.

When they got inside the house and the door closed behind him they all froze.

"Could you maybe explain just tiny bit to us why he looks like he had been beaten up?", Rob was the first to open his mouth.