Memory Lane

Chapter 4: Unfortunate

Of all the things Violet could see Falcon in, a fight?

Falcon was younger, first off, smaller. Scrawnier, even. More naive-looking and innocent. But Falcon was more than that, she had to remind herself. More than what meets the eye. It is what she has to remind herself every time she meets someone else.

So here Falcon casually stood, right hand in her jacket pocket, left hand casually holding the bloody Banshee in a relaxed card-throwing grip as the blood slowly dripped down from it. Her face was in that infuriating grin that at this moment, Violet was fearful would get punched off her face.

Everyone stared slack-jawed at them, but no true surprise ever showing on their faces, just knowing that it was the inevitability of the situation that was going to make this happen.

Violet stood, about to use her authority as a senior to stop this fight before it even started, but by the looks of things, the fight had started already. Falcon turned slowly, about to shoot Violet a confused look, and it was in Falcon's expression that she found that she was going to diplomatically talk this guy out of confrontation. And of course, she feels stupid. Had she forgotten? This was Falcon they were talking about, the smooth talking shit-talker and the diplomatic, resourceful resource officer who could make friends with everybody and anybody if only she did not have agoraphobia.

The first blow took Falcon by surprise, causing her to stumble back and dodge the second blow. Everyone jeered. Violet just simply saw red.

The thunder cackled, a deep rumbling like a volcano about to explode and destroy. The skies darkened. Violet stepped forward, squaring up against the senior.

"You don't EVER hit a girl, understand?!" Violet screamed, shoving him back.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The senior sneered, barely moving an inch. "You're like thrice as weak as that tiny first year."

"Not... not tiny..." Falcon stood, grinning. Still grinning. Her nose was bleeding, dripping down into her smile. She still was able to make a finger gun gesture with her left hand still holding the card in a card-throwing grip. "Just... fun-sized."

"Your autistic little friend should just get fucked on a sti- OOF!"

If there was more he meant to say, Violet did not hear it as she simply decked him in the face, bringing him down to her level as she kneed him in the nose. He groaned, as she grabbed his collar and slammed him face-first into the table again and again and again.

"You... do NOT... call my... FRIENDS THAT. It is... NOT AN IN... INSULT!" With every pause she made she slammed his head into the table before locking him in an armbar to the floor and kicking the back of his right knee to pin him down.

"You dyke," he snorted which was the final straw as Violet snarled and turned his arm till there was an awful snap! and then something gleaming whizzed by her.

It startled her out of her angry haze, as she released his arm which was bent in an awkward direction and the senior was crying and screaming in pain, pants soaking wet. The crowd around them was silent, many wearing looks of shock. Others were filming everything. Violet felt her face burn in shame. The Banshee card flew back into Falcon's left hand. Falcon herself was staring at her, not with that shit-eating grin she usually wore, not with a face of fear nor shock but one of genuine concern. And the smell of urine and blood and sweat was making her feel sick and nauseous again and oh no...

Almost immediately, Falcon quickly pocketed her left hand and the Banshee card and putting her right arm around Violet and sheltering her from the looks of the other students.

"Hey guys, uh... if I were you, I'd put those phones away. Honestly, I just lost my temper but I'm not that violent. The Banshee was just to shut people up and make a card joke for me. Maybe he just took it the wrong way and thought I was picking a fight? Eh, well... shame on you guys for not trying to stop them. Stop him. Stop her. What was I supposed to do? I already got punched. Look if you all really value your lives here, I suggest you let it go. Probably take it as a lesson on sensitivity. You might end up like that guy or me," Falcon shrugged, addressing the crowd before pulling Violet away from the other students and into the toilet.