Violent Heart (Open)

[Pain Killer]

The sound of the bell signalling the end of class was like the voice of an angel to the self-proclaimed Pain Killer. While the sheer boredom of Calculus had been predictable, the annoying student behind the youngest Rydell boy had made him seriously consider driving his pencil into the boy's neck, if only to make him shut up about his promiscuous escapades. Regardless, the boy was no longer Adam's concern, as class was over, and in the few minutes before the next subject (being horrible Geography) he intended on heading to the cafeteria and grabbing a quick snack.

Fate, however, seemed to have something else in store for a certain Senior student.

As he reached the doorway to leave, the football player who had sat behind him had arrived at the same time. As both boys were above average in terms of size and strength, years of being so large had ingrained a certain code of behaviour into their minds; never bother to stand aside to let someone else go first when you could simply muscle your way through. Having the same idea, the two both tried to get through the doorway at the same time, resulting in a fairly solid connection. Pain Killer, being slightly larger, managed to keep from being driven back too far, and in doing so, managed to recover first in order to get through the doorway, a feat that certainly did not thrill the football player, who proceeded to shove the trenchcoat-clad Pain Killer from behind into a locker.

"Hey man! What do ya' think you're doing?"

Adam's hands shot out in front of him, stopping himself from hitting the lockers with his face, and he spun around to face the boy who'd pushed him, wondering exactly why this kid was saying the words that should have been coming from Pain Killer's mouth instead. The previous encounter made its way into his mind, and upon the realization of what exactly was going on, Adam smirked, blatantly mocking the boy in front of him.

"Awww, what's wrong? Not used to being shoved aside like the shit you are? Get lost, trash. I've got better things to do than play games with something as pathetic as you."

Turning to his right, Adam's attention shifted, already passing off the boy as unimportant as he began to head in the direction of the cafeteria. Before he could get more than a few steps, he felt a hand fall on his shoulder, as well as the voice he was rapidly beginning to hate speaking from behind him.

"Running away, bitch?"

The list of things that could piss off Adam Rydell was certainly not a short one, but unfortunately for the football player, he'd found a way to hit several of them at once. First, he'd insulted Pain Killer's pride, by insinuating he was running away, as well as implying that he was less of a man by using such a term as "bitch". He had also acted "gangsta", which in and of itself, was enough to warrant no mercy from the student he was currently insulting. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, the loss of his sister had driven Pain Killer to have a much shorter fuse than usual, as the thought of her being forced to stay with Trent was enough to leave him in a permanent sour mood. Without a thought to even plan his attack, Adam spun to his left, sending his left hand in a vicious backhanded strike to the offending student's face, who stumbled back and to his right, grasping hold of the lockers to stay on his feet.

Following through with the momentum, Adam stepped forward with his left foot, his right hand coming forward to palm the boy's face and drive the back of his head into the metal. The sudden explosiveness and viciousness of the attack had left the football player in near-unconsciousness, his body slumping to the floor. Yet, even this didn't deter Adam from sending a few kicks into the boys ribs, stomach, and face, his fury not so easily dispelled. Finally, after a few moments, the adrenaline began to fade, and as quickly as the fight had began, it was over.

Usually, after such a merciless attack, Adam would momentarily feel some remorse for his actions, at least inwardly, but this time, there was nothing. Instead, his gaze swept accusingly across those who had gathered, as if daring them to stop him. Months upon months of physical and emotional punishment had taken its toll on him, finally beginning to boil to the surface.

What better way to release that frustration than on those who deserved it?

[malakye]

Boredom. Many see this as one of the worst things when in class. Nothing interesting to catch your attention, the hands on the clock on the wall or on your watch never seemed to move. As if you had been experiencing the same minute for over an hour. That ever lasting feeling of 'when will this be over'. That is exactly how i was feeling. I was never one for study in the first place. It took me a while to get myself integrated into the American way of teaching, as it differed from the British way greatly. Still i did prefer the American surprisingly.
Still back to boredom. What happens when you are bored? your mind wanders. That is the only good thing to come out of being bored. Your mind is truly free to wander and to create the impossible fantasy's that everyone has. That is what i was doing right now. In a trance like state, My eyes looked on the wall but not really seeing it. Listening to my teacher but not really listening. All i could see/think was a nice cool pint of carlsberg, in the local pub next to my old house in London. The wide screen T.V is blaring out a football game. West ham, the mighty hammers against the dreaded milwall. Milwall, the biggest bunch of grade A lunatics that anyone will ever meet. If you don't support Milwall and you happen to stumble through that area, phone an ambulance or arrange your funeral. Those boys mean business.

My daydreaming continued until the bell did ring. The sharp sudden sound cutting through my daydream, like a hot knife through butter. I Lifted my frame off the chair, slung my headphones around my neck and made my way to the door of the class room. I stopped to let a smaller student out before me. Smiling as i did so. Politeness got you places, People would be fonder of a polite English gentleman compared to a rude brash one. Then again in this place the latter was common, with most students no matter the nationality or size being rude and trying to prove a point. The matter was. What was there to prove? Nothing ultimately, but then again i didn't understand this way of thinking and i would not try to, it was not my thing.

I made my way out of the class room and into the hall. The first thing, that i happen to lay my eyes on? Confrontation. Now i was up for a scrap as much as the next football thug but i would always have a reason. Not one of the best reasons or most noble but a reason none the less. The pride of West Ham. The mighty hammers.
This it seemed was a one sided affair. I watched intensively. A crowd appearing quickly as the two boys squared off. Students stared wide eyed for the beating that was served was a savage one. I had seen this done on many occasion. I had done things similar to this also. It was nothing new to me at all. Just another one sided fight at school. I was interested in the winner though. He did seem like a lose wire. Someone who you didn't know common ground with. You either were bearable to him or his next target. Either way, i did like his overall attitude and demeanor. The 'i don't give a shit' act was working well for him. I felt the adrenaline pumping once more as the winner left the battered student on the floor for dead. No remorse, no emotion to the act that he had just committed. No one moved. No one uttered a word.

Until know that is.

I stepped in from the crowd before the attacker could make his way from the scene. I took my headphones from around my neck and placed them on top of the near by lockers before speaking directly to the student.

"That was a bit out of hand, The bang on the head you give him was enough. What is the point in kicking an already beaten opponent, it was over before it had even begun. We both know that, dam everyone here could see that. I just don't get why you had to beat him after he was down. It makes no sense what so ever. So instead of beating someone while they are down. Come and try to beat on me. Or is someone who can fight back to much of a challenge for you?"

I knew i had over stepped the mark, If my predictions where right then the big student who i had just antagonized would indeed answer my calling and try to give me beat down.

[Pain Killer]

Even as Adam prepared himself to leave, another student broke through the crowd, calmly removing his headphones before beginning to speak. While he did so, Pain Killer already started to make several assumptions about him, the most prominent and likely to be true was that this boy was, in fact, another football player. Whether this one wanted revenge for his fallen kin, or had some sort of moral resolve to prevent more violence didn't matter; he'd thrown down the gauntlet, and Adam would definately pick it up.

"Heh, just like roaches. I stomp one of you, and another comes scurrying out to take his place. Fine, if you're so eager to get ripped apart, I'll humour you. By the time we're done, you'll be squealing like a stuck pig!"

His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles cracking from the pressure as he kept his gaze on this new challenger. Such words hadn't been spoken from himself since he'd first come to Varron, a bad sign for this newcomer, as it meant there was very little holding Adam back should he get the upper hand. Of course, this wouldn't matter, should the other student manage to beat Adam, but it would only be matter of moments before such variables were decided.

With a cocky smirk on his face, Adam raised his hands, the right fist close to his jaw, the left extended further out in front of his face, about a foot away. His left foot slid forward, becoming the leading leg, as well as turning his body slightly to the right, putting Adam on a slight angle from his foe. Rather than rush in like a moron, Pain Killer would wait for the other student to take whatever preperations he felt were necessary before starting. After all, it wouldn't do simply to run into an elbow or something along those lines.

[August Velway]

Another hour of public education, another walk through the halls without a care. August Velway, Junior classman, found himself following that stroll, his ebony eyes glaring through a pair of aviators at the various passing students who intended to attend class. Velway knew it was inevitable for him as well; he was on his way to enter his Junior English class - twenty minutes late, of course.

Class was blocked off, however, by a spectacle. One man leaned against a locker with a violet face and unconscious appearance, the attacker already turning away, and a third man attempting to call him up on the "lack of necessity" behind the attack.

August could not help but feel a rush of adrenaline rush through his veins. The sweat of a potential fight rest in the air, and while it was not to involve him - unless the variables changed - it certainly meant for a good sport of gambling, viewing, and waiting for the inevitable escape from the authorities.

The excitement of watching two men, no matter their reasons, beating the living shit out of each other was enough to make August Velway's time from class truly worth it.

"Charge him, you motherfucker!" August yelled with an intense grin, directing his call to the challenger, the stander of morality, "Show him you're no pussy bro!"

While August had not meant to cause it directly, the crowd circling the two fighters quickly joined in, the other men in the crowd beside Velway chanting for blood, throwing their fists in the air and hooting for a show. The perfect scenario for a good match - and some good money going around.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" August chanted alongside the other viewers, tossing his arm into the air with the fuel of limitless energy, the anticipation of a great view helping to feed the flame inside of him.

If the challenger accepted the call of viewers, his opponent, and the need to stand for his own words, than August would succeed; he'd have his match, and his subject to gamble over.

You two better make it something good, or else I'll kick your asses myself.

[renkaix]

Still the looks continued as Sheng waited for the bell to finally ring and let him out of this insane classroom. They all were staring at him and smiling, some of the girls giggling, while the big blond man before him grinned. It was not everyday that one became the center of attention in a classroom by not acting tough or picking a fight. This was a different kind of attention, one that was both humorous and embarrassing. Sheng gave a low cough as his right hand left the desk he was occupying and in a regal manner pushed his sunglasses back onto his nose. Lifting his head slowly to the blond student, Sheng gave a small twitch of a smile before replying to the man's question.

"No, I am not Seraph from the Matrix. Our looks are totally coincidental." Sheng replied in a matter of fact tone.

The blond man before him grinned even wider when he got Sheng to rise to the bait. Sheng didn't talk much in this particular class, so it appears one of the students decided to see if he could liven up the rather boring classroom. Indeed the student had succeeded with flying colors, not only poking fun at Sheng's obvious cloned appearance of Seraph, but also getting Sheng to talk. The blond man crossed his arms over his chest and with a cocky grin continued his banter.

"Tell me Seraph, where is the Oracl- - -" Just as the blond man was finishing his sentence, the bell had rung.

Sheng pushed himself out of his seat as he picked up his bag and swung the strap over his head to rest on his neck. Looking up at the guy with the smile, Sheng gave a quick bow before speaking the lines Seraph used.

"I am Seraph, guardian of the Oracle. I can take you to her, but first I must apologize. For this."

As soon as the word left Sheng's mouth his right hand whipped out like a viper toward the blond student. The blond student jumped back a little only to feel embarrassed the next. Sheng was waving good bye to the man before he turned his back and left the classroom. Sheng smiled as he left since it was rather fun to banter with someone and he had shown the student that he is good at taking jokes. Perhaps in the future they will banter some more or maybe it was just a one time deal. Sheng's smile soon left his face as he came up on what seemed like a fight. He saw two rather large students, one with his hand on the other's shoulder.

"Running away, bitch?"

As soon as the words echoed through the halls it seemed to set off a fuse within the other student who preceded to dish out a savage beating to his opponent. Sheng understood the attack, it was act of honor and pride. The act reminded Sheng a bit of himself, he too would fight someone over an attack at his pride or honor. When the student started beating his opponent who was already down and out, Sheng knew there was a big difference already between them. Sheng wouldn't go after an already defeated opponent his honor wouldn't let him, yet this man did. Indicating either he was always on a really short fuse or the fact that he was trying to send a message to anyone else who would dare try such an act with him again.

Sheng then noticed the locker that had the big football player's head smashed into was his own. This left Sheng in a peculiar situation, he had to go to his locked to get his books, but yet there was a clear area between the crowd, and the savage beast before them. Entering that circle even just to go to his locked would no doubt provoke the man judging from his actions and posture at the moment. Sheng decided that perhaps if he stated what he was going to do the student would let him pass, Sheng did not wish to fight someone who seemed to be having a bad day or a bad life. This situation changed quickly when another student made his presence known, by walking into the open, and talking to the giant. The newcomer wasn't simply talking he was provoking the man.

Sheng sighed inwardly at this situation, if a fight broke out here, he would never get to his locker since he would no doubt become drawn into the fight either by one of them thinking Sheng was going to jump them or by a simple colliding of one their body's into his. Sheng wondered if he could try to defuse the situation, but Sheng was never the charismatic leader type, so he opted to hopefully defuse the situation by giving them someone else to think about during their fight which might deter them from fighting since Sheng doubted either one was in the mood for a two on one match.

"Heh, just like roaches. I stomp one of you, and another comes scurrying out to take his place. Fine, if you're so eager to get ripped apart, I'll humor you. By the time we're done, you'll be squealing like a stuck pig!"

When Sheng heard those words he knew he had to act swiftly to try and stop the fight. Unfortunately, Sheng did not get the needed time to prevent the fight from happening as one of the students from the crowd began antagonizing the two into a bloody fight. Soon many more followed the student's lead and called out jeers and cheered for a fight. It was such a contrast to the deathly silence of only moments before that Sheng was slightly deafened by the sudden outbursts. Sheng grimaced since now nothing he could do would prevent them from tearing each other apart, so Sheng looked for the guy who ruined any chance of him getting to class since now his locker would be too near the fight to just simply walk to it. The student who had started the cheers for a fight was rather easy to spot, he was tossing his arms into the air like a lunatic. Outdone by a fool definitely was not a way to go in Sheng's book. Sheng decided if the student wanted a fight so bad, well, he would be getting a front row seat. Dropping his bag to the floor with a loud thud, Sheng walked purposefully out into the clearing few of those who had been standing around him stared at him. As he stepped out further more people stopped their chanting and stared at him since what was supposed to be a one on one fight was now up in the air. Sheng came to a halt in the line of sight of the student who started the mad cheers for blood. He was facing his locker, not looking at any of them, his sides facing the two combatants, and the mob leader.

"If you want to fight so badly. . . " Sheng twisted his head slowly so he would be facing the student that crushed any chance of him actually getting to class. "Then why don't you come here and I'll give you all the fighting you could ever hope to experience. Perhaps, maybe you simply like to antagonize fights because you are too much of a coward to fight." Sheng said in a monotone voice as he raised his right eyebrow.

Sheng hoped that this would cause such confusion that he would create an awkward moment between everyone here, hopefully long enough for them to either lose interest in such a pointless conflict or for someone who would say the right words to defuse the situation. Of course, a person could also say the word that would cause all hell to break out.

(EDIT - Fixed some mistakes I saw as I read over my post.)

[malakye]

( just going to use your first names, so its not confusing. Plus it is easier to write)

Chants began to grow. The crowd began to get rowdy, this reminded me of england. The fans in the stands at football games. Ten's of thousands of people all cheer for the same cause, to lift their team, to make them do better. The chants did not have the same effect on me, but they did make a large grin appear across my face none the less, it was welcoming to me.
I looked over to the main antagonist of the chants before i would answer the pitiful excuse of an insult from Pain killer.

"You, a tenner says shove this guys head up his own ass" I would say in my board accent as i pointed at August. I would turn back to pain killer before saying.
"As for you senior dick head, stop barking like a dog, no one wants to hear it, besides we all no that dirty strays like yourself belong in the pound"

As the words were said, my fists would raise almost imitating my opponents, My right fist would be level with my jaw balled into a fist, while my left would be almost a foot away also. My left leg would lead, Yet i would be pointing straight at pain killer.

"Now who wants to see this moron get his head smashed in!?" i would shout which would be replied with new chants of 'hell yea' and the continuous 'fight, fight ,fight'

With the crowd spurring me on, i came forwards . I did not charge in, that was not my style. I did prefer to attack though and that is what would happen.Taking steps forward, leading with my left leg, i started my attack. My left hand would shoot forwards , My left leg sliding forwards as it did so, adding power and speed, My arm itself would come right at pain killer, the fist aiming at his shoulder area, aiming to hit either his shoulder or collar bone, and if i was lucky, his jaw. The punch was not just a straight punch, My arm would be bent slightly giving the impression of a left hook as it came at pain killer. It would not matter if the punch hit, it would be drawn back to me in a guard as My right foot would swing around, shifting my weight to my right, my shoulder would come around also as i unleashed a classic boxing right hook to Pain's ribs, after this. By turning my hips to the right and sliding my right foot backwards, my left leg would come swinging around to land a low kick to the out side of pain's right leg. Not the most powerful of blows but a kick from a trained muay tai fighter would sting.

I had started things off, a classic combo at that, i was pumped with adrenaline, ready for what would be thrown back at me. In other words i was in my element, dirty scraps were what i enjoyed most; i just hoped that Pain killer would not let me down.

[Pain Killer]

The crowd's chants did nothing to quell the fire growing in Pain Killer's blood, and while he was tempted to just skip waiting for his foe to attack, he remained where he was, the arrival of another student inside the circle catching his attention briefly. The boy challenged another student who was gathered, and so, left Adam's interest, as his focus had once again shifted back to the one who'd challenged him, hearing his own attempts to make himself look big and tough once again.

Pain Killer said nothing, instead, bracing himself for the attack that was sent his way moments after his foe finished talking trash. Given how his opponent had mirrored his own stance, Adam assumed that this one was something of a puncher. Besides, the person who opened up with a kick was generally the one who was beaten in one or two moves, this simply meant that Pain Killer would have a minute or two of fun before the blood started to flow. Being a former boxer himself, Adam knew a thing or two about how to read punches, and the one headed towards him was certainly no hook. While it did have the bent arm, a proper hook is thrown to strike at close range, a range where Pain Killer's extended hand would already be touching his foe's face. It seemed his opponent was being overly fancy for a deception that didn't particularly make a difference either way, something that Adam could only feel disappointment at.

Perhaps this fight wouldn't last as long as he'd hoped.

His right foot slid forward and to the right, on a diagonal from himself, bringing it a fair distance off to Malakye's left, while Adam's left hand shot across his body to clamp down on his foe's elbow on the attacking limb, even as his right hand dipped down to waist level. With his newfound handhold, Pain Killer twisted his upper body to the left, pulling Malakye's arm off to his left (Malakye's right) while sending his right hand forward in a vicious uppercut aimed directly at the man's ribs.

The plan was simple; the blow was certainly strong enough to break ribs, should Malakye be that unlucky, though that was more of an added benefit. Instead, blows to the body would make it difficult for Malakye to breathe, quickly taking its toll on his stamina, and making it much easier to end this fight without taking a single strike in return.

[malakye]

(Short i know)

One thing that the streets taught me was grabs. These could be dangerous, very dangerous at that. I had used them myself to either get an opponent away from me or to keep him in place. I had done the same int he ring, this was nothing new to me so i would react, and react before pain could indeed do anything further. Using my muay tai experience i already knew what to do, wither it was instinctive fighting or just experience of being in a position like this it wouldn't matter, i would be countering pretty quickly. My opponents grab was not a good one, i could still pretty much move my elbow joint and arm, if he had grabbed my forearm then his grip and overall grab would indeed be more effective but at the moment it was not, and wouldn't be.

With pain shifting to my left and pulling my arm i would simply bend the limb and lean forwards before his could even begin his punch. I had been doing muay tai for years and my hand speed was fast, faster than most guys my size and certainly faster than pain's so simply forcing my left shoulder forwards and bending my left arm i would send my elbow straight towards pains right cheek bone, pain's already non impressive hold would be broken easily, a Muay tai fighters elbow strikes were not weak, the initial movement and snapping of my arm would break the hold almost instantly hitting the larger student before he began his punch as the elbow would hit him when he was in mid movement.

Capitalizing on this, I would go with my momentum, my left leg would swing around to powerfully kick pain on the side of his right knee, My hips turning as my leg came around giving it more speed and power, my leg would angle downwards as it made contact, forcing my opponents limb down, hopefully bring my opponent to his knees. I was not playing around either and i did want this fight to last.

[Pain Killer]

OOC: I'd wait, but fighting tends to be happening faster than standing around talking.

IC:

With the barest hint of confusion crossing over Pain Killer's face, he found he couldn't quite understand what Malakye was attempting. Being a former boxer and a punch based fighter, his own hand speed was nothing to sneer at. Had it been Adam on the receiving end, he would have cut his losses and started fresh after the attack, but it seemed the slightly smaller student was hell bent on turning his failed strike into a hit. Unfortunately, all it took was a small twist of the hand, and Pain Killer found himself having a better handhold than before, this time on Malakye's left bicep. With his hand sandwiched between the other male's forearm and bicep, Adam would have a much easier time pulling Malakye's elbow off course, and coupled with the step to the right in performing his attack, the smaller student would find his elbow sailing harmlessly over Adam's left shoulder.

While this action was an interesting attempt, though understandable, what truly confused Pain Killer was the fact that during the elbow attack, Malakye would be thrusting himself harder into the uppercut heading towards his ribs. How he thought such an action would help him in any situation was beyond Adam, though he wasn't about to deny the opportunity given to him. Inspired by his battle with Taiku, Pain Killer set out to put an end to Malakye as quickly as possible.

Immediately after impact, Adam's fist would unfurl, his fingers cupping and forming a makeshift shovel, which he promptly began to drive into Malakye's side, right underneath the ribs. Should the smaller boy do nothing, Adam would thrust his fingers underneath and behind the ribs, in an incredibly painful and potentially lethal move, though Adam had no intention of killing his foe. Instead, he'd simply break the rib, should it have kept from being broken from the uppercut, and then continue the punishment until Malakye was unable to fight back.

And then, perhaps, he'd start beating on him some more.

[August Velway]

August's actions were a success, at least, to start up the brass of the audience. Chants were calling for blood, the two fighters, already preparing to mass against each other, were now given a fuel of power and adrenaline from the cheers, and with everyone's mind on the competition, Velway had the perfect entertainment for the dull school day.

After all: what beats a classic Roman brawl and some extra cash won from a bet?

Yet as the challenged prepared his stance and awaited an attacker from his challenger, another student entered the fray, giving August the dread that someone was attempting to end the fight.

Is he one of those Pillars? Nope, not one of them. Well, if he's some goodie trying to get in the way of a good match, then I suppose someone's got to get rid of him.

August snarled, expecting the man to start blaring for the match to end before some sort of reprimand came for them all. Instead, however, the man turned around and stared down August himself, calling for him to fight.

August couldn't stop himself; he grinned, and let out a laugh of surprise as the man attempted to use intimidation to call him forward, calling him a 'coward.' Typically August would have expected himself to be offended by the remark, but the idea of mistaking instinct over cowardice was simply humorous.

"Ha ha! I'm only rooting for a good view chum, but if you like the idea of beating up cowards and small fry, then be my guest. I'm all yours!"

The man's desire for battle seemed to gain an additional call of agreement from the crowd, who all were fearful the match would be over. When he suddenly turned out to be another potential combatant, all those rooting with August previously were now acting louder than ever before.

"TAG TEAM! TAG TEAM!" some called for blood, others called for a team match, others merely wanted something to draw them away from the day.

August Velway, fueled by the desire for competition, by the calls for battle, and for his opponent's own apparent noble ends, strode forward, flipping off the aviators from his face and tossing them aside, leaning his right leg forward as lead, right arm hovering parallel to his chest, left arm hooking in defense, grin wide, ebony glare intensifying.

"You're the challenger man, so make your strike! Get in some good bets soon boys, because the show's about to begin!"

Following August's call for more optimism followed the chants for fist and foot, random students tossing in roars of "YEAH!!!" and others murmuring with each other over who would win, and if the battle really became a tag team, who would side with whom.

August Velway had just turned the ring of a typical school fight into an all out brawl of skill, an arena of entertainment.

It was exactly what he wanted out of this school.