ANARCHIST | SWEET PEA

PROLOGUE

Wrapped around a pair of brass knuckles, his fist collided with a jaw, dark irises watching as the skin tore and blood splattered. Satisfaction spread on his face as he watch the Ghoulie lost balance and eventually hit the ground. Most would have stopped their assault and moved on to the next one but Sweet Pea was ruthless when it came to Ghoulies. He only stopped when they were knocked out. The guy tried to get up but received a hard kick in the stomach which had him curl on himself. This kick would, without a doubt, make a massive bruise - and, possibly cause some internal bleeding.

The brute strength behind those hands have broken bones and left bruises upon others on multiple occasions. Some would say he was greedy for violence, Sweet Pea preferred to say he was loyal and protective. Although he loved to watch his opponent crumble in pain, he never fought without a reason. Just a tip: you better run if you ever hurt someone close to his heart because you might be missing teeth when you'll get back up - if you get back up.

Looking back to the extreme damage his hands could and have inflicted, Sweet Pea was grateful to be the one throwing punches rather than being on the receiving end. He was familiar with black eyes and bruises who could be really painful if aimed properly, he couldn't imagine what a broken rib felt like. Call him a masochist but, he loved to look back at the lifelong scars he created on his victim using only the power of his hands. I did that, he'd tell himself with a satisfied smirk.

After a night at the Wyrm beating the older Serpent's asses at pool, Sweet Pea headed home. The chill of the late summer air snaked under his flannel as he crossed the parking lot to get to his motorcycle. He knew drinking and driving wasn't safe but he had a couple beers sparingly throughout the night and wasn't even tipsy - an advantage of being so tall and broad.

The raven haired boy was ready to get on his bike when he heard his name being called. He turned around and saw Fangs out of breath and running in his direction.

Sweet Pea frowned. Wasn't Fangs supposed to be on watch tonight? What is he doing in the Wyrm's parking lot?

Before the taller boy could ask any questions, Fangs opened his mouth. ''The Ghoulies. They got Toni,'' he said, his voice a bit panic-y.

Fuck.

Malachai didn't appreciate the pink haired Serpent puncturing the tires of their delivery truck two weeks ago by Sweetwater River. The boys knew it was a matter of time before they made a move on her.

''You let them take her? You knew they had an eye on her, Fangs! It was only a matter of time before-''

''Of course not. What the fuck?'' Fangs defended. ''We were on watch and a group of Ghoulies ambushed us. We tried to fight them but they outnumbered us and took her. Elijah followed them, they must be heading to their campsite.''

Losing no more time, Sweet Pea hopped on his bike and headed to the Ghoulies's campsite while Fangs went home to grab his bike. The smart thing to do would,ve been to warn FP about the Ghoulies taking Toni - in case they needed backup - but they didn't have time to think smart. They had to save their best friend...and fast. God knows what those fucked up Ghoulies had in mind for her.

Seven minutes later, Sweet Pea pulled up their rival's campsite which was surprisingly vacant beside a dead looking campfire and an old couch. For a second, Sweet Pea was afraid the Ghoulies had gone to their headquarters but, Toni's voice confirmed he was at the right place.

''Touch me once and you'll get your hand cut off,'' her small but menacing voice warned.

Cutting off his engine, Sweet Pea quickly scanned the campsite. If he heard her voice, she couldn't be that far. And, where was Fangs? And Elijah? Didn't Fangs say he was following the Ghoulies?