Human Error

Lives intertwining. Chapter One.

With forty seconds left on the clock, we were going to lose I held on to the ball and ran looking for an opening, 

where in the bloody hell was mike. 

The score was 78 to 74.  I saw him he was running up my left looking dead at me, damn it mike, then he was hit. His helmet went flying and he lay on his back.  Time off was called and mike was carried to the bench.

I jogged over to the bench and grabbed him by the collar of his jersey. "Stamford when they say keep your eye on the ball they don't mean to actually lock sex eyes with it!"

"Sorry mate..." he rubbed his head where it hit the ground and winced.

"I know, I know." Looking back at the clock it had five seconds left, which meant we had twenty when it reset.

" I know what were going to do, I need you all to clear a path and keep those prick off my ass!"

The whistle blew and we ran out  for the last time. The stands were packed, all you could here was the roar of the crowds. all i had to do was run.

Tommy took mikes place he was meant to keep everyone off me, the bastards only job and he couldn't even do that. last thing i remember is getting hit by Number 26  then i'm staring straight at the heavens. Too bad the bastard hit me so hard i landed in the try zone. as my team helped me up all i saw were piercing green eyes staring at me threw that helmet. i couldn't remember the name of the player...

"you brilliant bastard you!" mike screamed as he smashed into me, the team lifted me up.

"john john john john john"

As the last of the spectators left I sat on the bench still in my uniform holding my helmet.

"JOHN!" turning around i see mike heading my way from the parking lot. two teammates of ours wait by the car.

"It was a bloody good way to go out mate." Mike slapped my shoulder. His leg was now wrapped up. From the looks of it he only got badly bruised.  I nodded in agreement still not wanting to leave the field. Not yet.

"Come out with us I heard Greg is throwing a party for everyone, I think its just so he's not alone with Anderson tonight but hey, there's free beer and plenty of cheerleaders to snog."

I tilted my head to look at him, 

"Oh right cheerleaders not your thing," he chuckled and patted my shoulder  "Well come if you feel like it."

I nodded he walked of a few passes and turned back.

"Oh and good game John." And with a wink he was off. I laughed and shook my head.

I closed my eyes and heard footsteps. Knowing mike he couldn't go anywhere alone id have to go with him to that dumb party where Anderson was going to be a complete arse all night along with Donavon.

"You have to bribe me a lot if you want me to go to that party!"

"You're not going anywhere." It wasn't mike...

My arms were grabbed and held behind me and I was lifted off the bench and a quick punch came to my gut. I heaved over the breath nocked out of me I would not let them know they hurt me.  it was so hard to breathe, I saw the jersey of the opposing team.... Number 26 but I don't know who was behind me... 26.... 26 that's...

Sebastian Moran

He was the team captain; he had shaggy blonde hair and was built like a fukin bull.

" You cost me my scholar ship you fuck!" another punch landed in my gut.

I couldn't take it my knees buckled, automatically my shoulders were bent up wards, the person behind me had a vise like grip on my wrists. My arms were up in the air being held above my head while I knelt in the cool grass, I couldn't breathe I wanted to give up. But I held my ground, as a knee came under my jaw my brain was ratteling in my skull.

"You piece of shit, I had one chance to get out of here, and it was to win this game, now I cant and It's all your fault!"

A right hook landed hard against my brow. That's when the blurry vision started. My arms were released and I fell to the grass sprawled out on my stomach.

I was in so much pain I knew I started to cry and I cursed myself for it. I couldn't pass out, I just couldn't. A kick was placed in my ribs. I coughed and rolled onto my back. That's when I heard the crack, I saw Sebastian's foot come down onto my leg. The scream that escaped my lips was louder then I thought possible. My leg was snapped and I couldn't move the pain was so much worse then being hit, I could barley see through my tears. A boy leaned down next to me he had something shinny in his hand, which he placed to my neck, it was cold. I didn't dare move. His hair was black and he smelled of strong mint and cigarettes. Then an Irish accent came to my ears.

"Your lucky your boring or else id, skin you alive." He giggled and placed his lips near my ear.

"Your just so ordinary, it was fun while it lasted but no w I'm bored..." he then kissed my cheek and plugged the knife into my left shoulder.

It was a sharp pain that dulled quickly my body giving up on the pain receivers, they were over loaded. I lay there hoping someone would notice me missing but no one would. I could feel my self-blacking out and that's when someone pulled the knife out and pushed down on my shoulder.

"John! Wake up!" I tried to do as the voice said but it was so hard to keep my eyes open.

"For the love of god stay awake! There's a EMS on the way please stay with me!"

I tried to obey but I couldn't, I soon feel into a deep sleep, with the last thing that I saw being a mess of black curls and a blue scarf.