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IMAGINE: Their reactions to you knocking around someone who attempted to mug you.
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[YOU]: "Do you really th-"
You were midst talking when you felt a hand on your shoulder, and the cold steel of a gun pressed up against your backside. Marcus froze in fear at the sight of the dark-masked man stood behind you, whilst Billy managed to trip off of his moving skateboard and land face first into the asphalt. You almost felt bad for wanting to laugh..
From behind the mask, a gruff voice sounded, demanding you to give him all of your pocketed cash. The irritation in your chest grew, the more handsy he got with you. Seeing as his palm clenched up against your shoulder, fingers barely tracing over your neck. It felt God awful.
ROBBER: "Give me the money and no one gets hurt.."
To the man, and everyone else's surprise, you snorted in reply to his demands. Marcus looked at you with his scar-ridden eyebrow raised into the air, questioning what in the hell you were doing laughing at a man whom was packing a pistol. He would have sworn in that moment that you had a literal death wish. Which wasn't okay with him. Therefore he was about to step up to the man with his chest puffed, Billy standing up from the ground by his side. The two of them were quite protective of you, only they had no idea who you truly were in the department of defense.. So when they were cut off from tag-teaming the man from behind you, by your mouth giving a verbal threat.. Their minds were running a hundred thoughts per minute.
[YOU]: "Too bad someone's already getting hurt."
And before the teenage boys could process what was actually going on, you had thrusted your elbow against the mugger's nose; a crack being heard by the both of them. Seeing as you, a little girl, had him caught off guard.. He'd dropped the pistol to an area beside a garbage can. You saw his plans to get the firearm before he even moved an inch, therefore you snatched the gun up before he attempted charging at it. He was furious at this point, his actions being manipulated by his anger. His arms started thrashing around everywhere, in hopes to hit you, but you managed to kick him in the gut with the hard heel of your boots. Branding a bloodied nose, and a hurting abdomen, the man fell to the floor in defeat of you. The only sounds emitting from him, being a few groans of pain.
At this point, Billy and Marcus began freaking out over your surprising knowledge in combat. They had expected it, to say the least..
BILLY: "HOLY SHIT! Did you just see what I saw?! THAT WAS SO HOT."
BILLY: "I THINK I MAY HAVE JUST FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU, [Y/N]!"
Even though Billy was yelling excitedly, Marcus was dumbfounded beside him, his hands resting up into the locks of his curly hair, and mouth hung open in an 'o' formation. Instead of him protecting you, he'd probably have to protect himself from you.
MARCUS: "Since when did you fight like that?!"
A laugh surfaced from your lips at their reactions, knowing it was coming the minute you started taking the robber down. They'd never once seen you in action, like many others had. Meaning they were bound to be surprised.
[YOU]: "You really think I was sent to King's Dominion for no reason?"
You threw away the gun, in a nearby can, as you walked off down the alleyway. Not an ounce of care in your walk, over what just took place.
