The Race (Check out the rewrite)

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Warning: this chapter will contain some violence. And it will mention blood and things that happened that made even me cry. You have been warned!
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Laurance was waiting inside the door of the boys locker room for Zane and Travis. It was just yesterday when Dante had come to visit the others. When the others had come back, they told Laurance what had happened. The boys promised eachother that they would stay together in the locker room. The door soon opened and Zane and Travis walked in.

"Glad you waited." Travis said.

"Why wouldn't I?" Laurance asked.

"Lets just go. I don't want to be away from the girls too long." Zane said.

"You just want to see your girlfriend again." Laurance said.

"Shut up!" Zane said.

Travis and Laurance laughed. "Let's go" Travis said.

They went and got dressed. They tried to get out without running into trouble. But of course it was too good to happen.

"Hey dweebs!" a voice called.

"Just keep walking." Zane said not looking back and pushing the other boys ahead of him.

"Hey I'm talking to you!" Deadbuff called out.

"He's going to kill us." Travis whispered.

"Just go!" Zane said as he pushed Travis and Laurance twords the door the same moment Deadbuff grabbed his sweater.

Laurance had to pull Travis out the door to stop him from going back for Zane.

"Sorry Travis, but we are going to get a guard to take care of this. Zane will be fine." He said.

"Nana is going to be so mad at us for leaving Zane." Travis said.

"Lets just find someone. The sooner the better." Laurance said.

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Zane was shoved up against a wall.

"You just doomed yourself." Deadbuff laughed. "You shouldn't be alone in a place like this."

Deadbuff raised his fist. Zane never really got scared, but he was now. Flashbacks of Starlight came to his mind. He saw Garroth stabbing his shoulder deeply with a sword on the cannon fortress. When Garroth was under Michael's control.

When the fist came into contact with Zane's shoulder he cried out. He looked over and saw blood soaking through his shirt. The stitches had come undone and the wound had seemed to open. It was going to come off in a few weeks.

The men around him just laughed. This was funny to them.

A tear rolled down his cheek. The wound hurt a lot, but the memories hurt him more. The stitches on his stomach has already come out, but it would still hurt if they got him there.

Deadbuff squatted down in front of Zane. "Aww, is the poor baby crying." He teased. Zane said nothing as he held his bleeding shoulder.

"Have a turn boys!" Deadbuff called out as he stood up.

The others came and started hitting and kicking Zane. They got his stomach, face and kept hitting his shoulder, making him cry out each time. Someone had even stomped on his ankle.