Tiny Terror

Hostel vs. Hostel

  "MOVE OUT THE WAAY!!" The Hostel head shouted while standing. "I GOTTA SEE ELI! STOP HOGGING ELI!! YOU GUYS HAD ENOUGH TIME WITH HIM! I HAVE A SHITLOAD OF THINGS THAT I WANT TO SHOW ELI, TOO!"

  "I'm disheartened. You didn't miss me? You little fucker." A guy from the original Hostel gave the shouting Hostel a dirty look.

  "Stop....leaving....out your DAMN WORDS, YOU BASTARD!"

  "You know....I missed Eli Jang as much as you did. And....I wanted to see you just as much." The two went at each other right in the middle of everyone. "So I could beat you to death." Turning away from them, I looked back at Vasco. He was softly breathing as if just sleeping, but he honestly looked like shit.

  "I swear, if I find out you held back, I'm going to beat you." I hissed while moving his hair away from his face. I could hear the two fighting behind me, and Vasco still wasn't waking up. Just how hard had he been hit?! "Come on, please!" My tone was now begging and the anger, fear, and frustration was building to a point that I could feel my eyes watering. "Please...."

  "....Mia...."

  "Vasco! Oh, thank fuck!" I felt relief wash over me as Vasco was looking up at me.

  "What are you doing here?"

  "Picking your ass up." I scoffed, and he pushed himself to sit up. "Jace called me to get you out of trouble."

  "Mia! Your hand!" His face instantly filled with concern as he gently took my hand in his, seeing the blood over my knuckles.

  "Don't worry, it's not mine." Wiping my knuckles off onto my shorts, Vasco's expression did another flip as his gaze turned to what was going on around us; which I had admittedly droned out.

  "So dumb. But you know what....dumb idiots have a strong advantage over others." I heard the guy from earlier saying as Vasco got to his feet. "Something called grit."

  "Vasco?" I questioned as my brows furrowed while seeing him pulling out something golden from his back pocket just as it began to rain.

  "So I've heard about how you used your power....to bully the weak....and manipulated kids....to commit your crimes." Vasco stated, and my eyes went wide as I saw a group of dirty children dressed in stained clothes. "I will never ever stand down against fuckers like you. My master once taught me a secret. A secret weapon to use....on real evil bastards. I'd rather die than lose to bad guys." Vasco put on the golden headpiece and moved into a Muay Thai stance.

  "Monster Vasco." A man in camo pants came from the side and kicked Vasco right in the face. "Yeah, yeah, you got grit and values, we get it, but it's too late." He droned. "You can't do anything with your exhausted body. I'm guessing you had a hidden card up your sleeve....but what's the point if you won't be alive to use it?"

  "You'll regret that." My voice was cold as I stood, and rain pelted down and soaked my clothes and skin. My expression was dangerous and a gust of wind blew through my wet hair. The man looked as if he was about to laugh at me, but he didn't get the chance when my fist collided with his gut. He vomited on the ground, wheezing as the air was knocked from his lungs. Grabbing his skull, I slammed my knee up into his nose, sending him to the ground as his blood mixed with the water on the ground.

  I heard two voices yelling while coming at me, and I looked to see that dirty fighting duo. My sharp gaze focused on them, and I swung my heel around, catching one in the jaw and slamming his head into the other's.

  "We've been through this already, boys. You've lost. Stay down if you know what's good for you." Raising my hand, I pointed at Olly. "Now....you and I have some shit to sort out."