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I rose up off the mat from where I'd been sitting. Helping Mohawk to his feet, I glared at the bastard that shoved him down. Some teacher. He shouted for everyone to go shower. A red hand started to appear on Mohawk's cheek from the slap that was planted there by Mr. Bryles. Cody, also giving the man a dirty look, got to his feet as well. After patting my brother, Mohawk, on the back, we parted ways. He headed to the boy's locker room, and I, to the girls. I suddenly got worried about Cody, and decided to hide myself, keeping an eye on him.
Bryles said something to him before picking him up and slamming him on the ground. He turned Cody to his stomach. One hand gripped the back of his neck at a known pressure point, and the other had a fistful of his hair to force him to look up. I heard Bryles mention his time in the military, and suddenly, I was more terrified than I had been. Cody told him to lay off the steroids, then gave a reason before Bryles looked to him. Using the fistful of Cody's hair he had, he drew his head up and banged his nose to the floor three times. Once he lifted Cody's face again, I took a step outwards.
Cody didn't cry out. Not once.
Blood was pouring from Cody's nose, which was most likely broken now, and blood slowly blossomed on his lips. I balled my fists up, walking to them, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Bryles's gaze snapped to me, and I practically froze. It was so inhuman, his glare. He dropped Cody's face to the ground before standing up. Cody rolled himself over lazily, muttering my name. I kept my feet planted, as Bryles stood over me. I clenched my jaw, "What? You like wresting around in tights with boys younger than half your age? Fuckin' answer me, you psychopath!"
Before I knew it, my legs were swept out from under me and I was on my back, the breath knocked out of me for a second. Bryles was on me in a second, twisting my arm in one hand as his other delivered a punch to my jaw. It hurt like hell. I think I went unconscious for half a second. He delivered numerous blows to my face and continued to twist my arm until I eventually cried out. Cody was on his feet now, calling Bryles every name under the sun until he was off me and on him again. He shoved Cody to the ground and wrapped a hand around his throat to keep him there.
He was gonna kill him.
Cody gripped the mans wrist to try to pull him away, and failed. He sputtered and blood trailed from his lips. I muttered a smart remark, and Bryles looked at me, using his other hand around my neck. I suddenly heard a loud click, but didn't have the strength to raise my head. The sound echoed around my brain. Bryles was off of us quickly. I reached over, grabbing Cody's hand weakly. I let my head fall to the side and saw Mohawk. My big brother. My vision was blurred, but, guessing by his staggering steps, he was higher than Sonny on New Year's.
Once my vision cleared, I saw he was holding a gun. I wheezed out his name, trying to give a warning. I looked to Cody, who was just recovering from Bryles's grip. Cody's eyes were glazed, but I could tell that he was worried. His eyes were wide and he looked like he was trying to speak; due to his busted nose and swollen lip, no words came out.
I watched as Mohawk stumbled closer, saying something loudly. I watched in horror as Bryles yanked him forward and spun him around, pulling him to his chest and snapping his neck. He did it so quickly, I wasn't really sure if I'd seen it at all.
When my brother's body hit the floor limply, I let out a loud cry, suddenly finding the strength to move. I released Cody's hand. A man with snow white hair and an awful haircut came in and asked for Bryles, not caring about the scene before him. Bryles left and I sobbed, making my way over to my brother. I ran my hands through his hair as a single, thick flow of blood exited the corner of his mouth. His neck was already swollen and purple.
Cody still lay on his back, every breath seemingly a struggle. I shouted for help, and eventually, Curt came out of the boys locker room, pulling on his coat and asking what the hell was happening. I grabbed my brother's gun, hiding it and yelled for him to get the nurse for Cody.
That afternoon, we were all sitting around a used car garage, little fires everywhere. Me and Cody sat on a couch silently and in pain as Curt paced in front of us. Dawn was cleaning her guns, and looked ready for blood. Sonny and Angel were ready to kill. Curt cracked his knuckles calmly, a habit he had to show he was thinking, "You're sure it was Bryles?"
I looked to Cody, who was recently touching the bandage over the bridge of his nose, "We already told you Curt, we were there. It was Bryles. He's fuckin' crazy."
My head throbbed, "That bastard killed my brother! We have to get him back, Curt, we just have too!"
Curt smiled, "We will." Curt raised his voice, getting everyone's attention, "C'mon fellas! We have some ass to kick and some blood to spill!"
