Binary Understanding

Chapter Twelve

"Oh my god, Clark is going to fight Brendt?", Murmured the dense crowd that surrounded the two guys, "Clark looks buff but Brendt is going to deck him. Brendt won the boxing championship his 8th grade year!"

"Come on you fucking pussy!" Yelled Brendt furiously at me. I honesty didn't want to fight Brendt. All I wanted was to stand up to them for taking shit about my mom but everything escalated so quickly. Awkwardly, I lifted my arms into a weak fighting position.

"Leave him alone Brendt!" Yelled a short girl trying to intervene.

"Fuck off Ashley! Imma fuck this piece of shit up for humiliating me!" Argued Brendt.

"How the fuck did he humiliate you? He was just standing up for that kid you so ruthlessly embarrassed yesterday" replied Ashley. Ashely was a short girl with brown hair, she was relatively unattractive due to lack of makeup and effort into looking attractive. Also, a blond guy grabbed Brendt's arm, trying to prevent him from coming closer to me

"Just get out of the way" roared Brendt pushing Ashely and the blond kids hand out of the way. "You'll only wish you were dead!" He began to rush towards me with his arms locked in a menacing position.

"I've got the fastest punches in the entire school", thought Brendt to himself, "there's no way he'll survive this". Brendt swung with all his might. Weirdly enough, I saw his punch going towards me in slow motion. I guess after so much time being hit and beat up by Hells and the fast reflexes of this body, I've become like a superhuman! I expertly dodged his attack by moving my head slightly to the side, causing him to only punch the neighboring air. With a ghastly shock, Brendt and the entire class were awestruck. No one ever had dodged Brendt's punches and I did it on the first try and with amazing grace. Brendt swung more times trying his best to land a blow to no prevail.

As I kept dodging his blows, a faint voice from the back of my head started to call out to me saying, "You always go for the gut busters first Mew. That's what is going to bring your opponent down and on their knees begging for forgiveness".

Thundering in my head were the words of my childhood bully, words that might actually help me end this confrontation. As soon as Brendt pulled back his missed blow, I stood confidently and positioned myself evenly. I lurched my body backwards, locked my arm in swinging position and released with all my might. The nerves, anxiety, and force required to launch the blow made me momentarily blackout. Due to my increased awareness, I regained my posture and opened my eyes hoping for the best. As I opened my eyes, I heard whispers speaking of beatings, winning, and my name. To my surprise, writhing in pain at my feet was Brendt. He was painfully rolled into a tight ball, clutching his abdomen with tears rolling out of his eyes.

I had won the fight.