No Mercy || Creek

2 || Knives

Craig's P.O.V. || 0 1 : 4 2

Wendy has been teaching me about close-combat fighting and she said I better practice with a weapon, handy and effective. Just like Tweek, I heard this knife he had, it was his go-to weapon. As the leader he had to be good at everything basically but this knife.. He was dangerous with it.

"You got an idea?", she asked me.
I shook my head. I didn't know what was 'handy' or small or.. what I was good with.
"Well, weapons I find pretty cool are.. brass knuckles? Throwing knives?"
"Wait, I thought throwing knives weren't real", I gasped.
"Psshh! Of course they are."

She was trying to teach me knife techniques but I just couldn't.. get them:"What the hell, Craig, you totally suck at this shit!"
"Calm down, Wendy, that's why we're practicing. You know. 'Learning'?"
"God, you're so obnoxious, I'm going to sleep."
Then she just left and I stood outside the training area. It didn't have a roof or anything, honestly it was just.. grass. Like.. outside. Not really a training area but for me it became one.

The bar had several stories, probably filled with beds. Wendy was living here and many other gang members. I still had a home to return to but it seemed like this was much more fun. I thought about moving here. The view was incredible as well, the bar was right at the edge of a huge cliff, the ocean behind it. It was hidden very well since on the other side was just forest and trees.

Probably wasn't a very good idea but I kind of decided to snoop around and look around, get familiar with this place.
After a little bit of wandering I spotted someone with short blond hair, laying in the grass and staring at the sky.
For a leader he was extremely careless since this was the only place where there were no trees at all. A tree free area in form of a circle and right in the middle was this guy, completely alone.

"Tweek- uh.. leader, isn't this kind of dangerous?"
He flinched and immediately took the knife out of his pocket.
I raised my arms, signalling him I wasn't a thread and on his side.
"Ah", he sighed, "it's you."
Again, he spinned around this knife. It looked sharp as hell.

"Are you stargazing?"
"I guess."
"Can I join?"
"Whatever."
His answers were always cold-hearted but well, understandable.

We both laid on the grass and I even dared to close my eyes. I knew if something happened he would have protected me.
He would have right?
Right??
"Closing your eyes makes you vulnerable as fuck, kid."
"Aren't you the one that lays right in the middle of this totally suspicious circle area where trees are.. gone?", I questioned him.
"I know how to protect myself."
"You didn't even hear me sneaking on you. I could have been a sniper."

He gave me an annoyed glare but that glare only lasted for a moment because he raised his knife toward my throat pretty quickly.
"Don't make fun of me, punk."
I still wasn't over this fear of death and when a skilled kid held a knife just 1cm apart from your throat it's kinda of.. scary.
I breathed in and out.

"Can you teach me?"
"What?", he just looked at me with this confusing look.
"Fighting with knives."
Tweek lowered his knife and searched something in his pockets. Then he took out a white marker and handed me it.
"Practice with a marker. My shirt is black so we'll see how many times you hit."

I tried what Wendy taught me but in end I couldn't land a single hit.
"Hey. I'll fight now too, just dodging is so boring", he said, taking out his knife. This lowkey felt like this nightmare I had. The nightmare where I died. Was I going to die. Oh god.

"Always try to disarm your enemy and never stop moving. Stand on your toes and hop around, it helps. The knife is always in front of you, so keep your body behind it."
I attacked but he dodged very confident.
"Don't extend your knife arm all the way, it's vulnerable then."
He attacked and I was so scared, I blocked with my other arm.
"Don't use your other arm as a shield. Jump backwards, duck but just don't block with that arm. Never."
I attacked, attacked and attacked.
Nothing worked.