Pewdie's Bromance

A Bro to the Rescue

A Bro to the Rescue

As I sat on the cold floor, no one stopped, no one cared to even look at me. I got up to try to cheer myself up by looking at the fish. As I walked I saw three guys with swish blades cornering one lone person in a red hoodie. One of the men stabbed for the man in the red hoodie. The man didn’t show any signs of pain. I ran up guard the lone man. I was bullied as a child, so I know how bad it can be. The man then looked at me in a shocked manner. I didn’t focus on that though; I only looked at the 3 men. Their faces became red with anger as I protected him. I didn’t need to save this man, I wanted to. He just needed time, time heals all. One of the men ran at me and tried to stab me. I kicked in the back of his knee, causing him to fall to the ground. I took his weapon and kicked his body to the side. The next man charged at me, I did what I did last time and obtained his blade. I threw it to the man, he stationed himself in the corner, and fighting off the 2 men I had knocked down earlier and continued on to the last goon. It was like a climactic scene in a movie. As we walked in a circle, waiting for the other to charge, he started talked to me.

“Why help him, you can’t even let us do our job! Do you even know him?”

“I don’t know him, what he did or who sent you guys, but no man deserves this treatment.”

“Look, I don’t know why we were sent here, but we were, can you please just move. I don’t wanna harm such a pretty face.” I spat at him.

“You already did by hurting that man” I said turning my head toward him. He called off his goons.

“Let play a game, you pin me down, we leave and you and your ‘boyfriend’ live. I win, you and him die.” I nodded.

He charged at me, unlike the other 2 attempts, he got me. Just like that, I was down.

“Any last words beautiful?”

“Actually…” I kicked him in the groin and pinned him down.

“My last words are, don’t f*ck with me, him, or anyone in that manner or I will slit your neck open.” He ran away with his goons as I went to sit with this man. Then I looked at his arm, thankfully, the stab wasn’t deep. It just drew blood, not too much though. I went in my bag and took out my miniature first aid kit. I used peroxide to clean the wound, but before I did, I started some small talk.

“Have you ever played The Walking Dead Season 2?” He slowly nodded and giggled at the remark as if I said it as a joke. I sighed

“Then you know this is the sucky part” I poured the peroxide in his cut. He held in what looked like a scream. I apologized, and wrapped the wound in bandage. I sat back and relaxed.