The small, bony and scruffy boy sat alone on the bench, clutching a tattered old bag, and looking around with wide, suspicious eyes. This boy was searching for something, or someone, but their whereabouts still eluded him. He wore a thin, red long-sleeved t-shirt, far to big for him, and jagged at the sleeves, a pair of faded jeans, also tattered, but ripped at the knees, and a pair of simple white trainers, brand new, and swinging loosely from the bench, for he was far too short for it. His lips were cracked, his skin was pale and greasy, and he was constantly flicking a strand of his scruffy brown hair from his innocent, glistening brown eyes. One of his grubby hands reached up to a small, vertical scar under his left eye, and then to an identical one under his right eye.
The bench was in a little field of grass, contained by flowering cherry trees, which scattered several petals in the light breeze of the warm summer's day. And the path started from the bench, to a clearing between two cherry trees. Bird's sang loudly, sharing their melodies. From doves, to starlings, from house martins to wagtails, and with the exception of the wildlife, not a single sound was to be heard.
The boy's breathing was shallow, and his lips barely parted when he needed to intake a breath. He was still edgily looking around at the slightest noise, and soon his hand had returned to clutching his bag, when shouting was then heard.
"I wonder where Neiko's at now!" One of them voices shouted out loudly, sending several birds flying away, chirping with fright.
"Ah! Beats me, but, we might be close. This is where that loser normally hangs out." Another announced, before a group of 3 boys walked into the field.
The first one had a tall, lean figure, and he had a long sleeved chequered top, unbuttoned, covering a white vest, and falling slightly onto his smart jeans which fell over his black shoes. His rolled up sleeves revealed his muscular arms, and his face was grim, his skin was oily and tanned, and he wore a smirk on his face, with his green eyes mischievously glinting in the sun, somehow matching his back combed black hair. The second boy was short, and stocky, and wore a white t-shirt, slightly stained with sweat, and black, baggy tracksuit bottoms, and light blue trainers. He had a chubby face, with bright ginger hair, pale skin, but he seemed more relaxed than the first boy, though his grey eyes also seemed to be full of mischief. The third boy didn't seem to belong. He was small, thin, and wore a baggy race flag styled t-shirt, black jeans, and grey trainers. His face seemed innocent, much like the boy on the bench. His brown eyes seemed kind, and he had blonde hair that fell carelessly onto his tanned face.
As soon as the boy on the bench caught sight of them, his muscles and jaw tensed, and he whispered to himself quietly, "You've gotta be joking." before flinging himself off the bench, lightly landing on the dirt path, and slinging his bag onto himself.
It wasn't long until the stocky boy had seen him, as he had begun to point him out to the other two, and jeering at him.
"OK. Breathe Axel, breathe. Stay calm, get ready to run if you need to." The bench boy said to himself as quiet as a mouse, before he turned to face the boys, wearing a slightly scared expression on his face.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is. If it isn't Axel... Neiko...Hersir. It seems we meet you again." The first boy announced after reaching Axel.
"Michael," Axel said to the first boy. "Kevin," he said to the second. "Tyler." he said to the third. "Great to see you and... hum, everything. But... I, was, uh, just... leaving." He concluded, as he slightly crept away from them.
"Oh, no need. We're here now. Why don't you stay?" Michael spat at him harshly, making Axel swallow nervously.
"No thanks... Wouldn't want to... interrupt." He said, chuckling nervously, creeping away from them still.
"Ah, Axel. No need to worry! We're your... friends, after all!" Kevin replied, eyeing him dangerously.
And without further ado, before Axel, Kevin, or even Tyler knew what was happening, Michael lunged towards Axel, causing them both to fall to the ground. They were both rolling around in the dirt, Axel furiously trying to get free, when Michael was soon on top of him, clutching tightly at his throat, and punching his face. But, Axel seemed calm. If anything, he seemed more relaxed, making Michael and Kevin send questions running through their minds as they watched cautiously at the sidelines.
Tyler however, seemed to realize what was happening, and took a slight step forward, opening his mouth, but then closing it as quickly as he had opened it.
Tyler knew that if someone was strangling Axel, Axel was the one with the advantage. He trained himself to be able to breathe steadily out of his nose when in this position, which is what he appeared to be doing now.
"I... SMASH HIM MICHAEL!" Kyle boomed at Michael nervously.
But, without warning, Axel turned the tide of the events, and was soon on top of Michael, clutching his throat tightly with one hand, whilst plummeting his other into any part of Michael possible, trying to inflict as much damage as possible.
"Let this..." Axel brought his fist down sharply into Michael's nose, causing a clicking sound as he continues to say, "be a..." He then plunged it into his stomach several times in the mayhem, before finishing his sentence. "Lesson to you, Michael Ash field." Before grabbing him by the collar of his chequered shirt, and using all his energy, slammed his head against the ground. "And you, Kyle Oliver, and..." He lifted his head from the bloody mess underneath him. "Tyler Anderson."
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Born To Die
Action“Hey, easy now Ashanti. Something doesn't seem right here, stay alert.†He said quietly to his dog. But before he could do anything else, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around to view the face of the single man who dared oppose him. ...
