Post by Jesse St. Johns on Jun 4, 2008 2:53:59 GMT 1
There was a fight going down next to me. Not unusual. Two males, fists flying, rolling on the floor. Standard. No teachers or security, cops or enforcers to break it up. Of course. One of them screaming about Pillars and Captains. Now that perks my interest.
I had been in Paragon for a little over a week and I already hated it. No, more accurately put, I loathed it. I wasn't damaged like all these other kids. Yeah I was damaged but not...like them. I didn't pick fights for fights for fun or start trouble just for kicks. I wasn't pyschotic or manipulative. I hadn't even been in a school for over three years. I didn't know how they worked these days, especially one as messed up as this.
Nobody watched the fight ensue. It wasn't even that good. Lots of flailing limbs and cheap expletives. I saw a girl laugh as she strolled by, thinking it was the cutest cat fight she'd ever seen. But I watched, gray eyes watching with lazy emotion. I leaned against a pod of lockers with my fists in my pockets, dreadlocks tied loosely behind my head. I wanted information since I was still on the learning curve. A steep curve at that. I wanted to know how this training hell operated. One of them might know.
A sweaty, clothing torn minute later the smaller guy stabbed his thumb into the bigger guy's eye. Nice move. The big guy howled like a slaughterhouse and the little one landed an unprotected blow to his gut, knocking the wind outta him. The fight was over. I made my move.
I strolled over, hands still in my pockets, and looked over the 'winner' with cold eyes. "Leave." The little guy was breathing hard and balled his fists up again. He just couldn't get enough. But I shook my head no, motioned to my foot. It was poised directly at his balls. He'd be neutered before he even cocked back for a swing. He finally got the point and left. I moved my foot over and angled it over the 'loser' throat. He came back to the world and asked what I wanted.
"What do you know about Pillars and Captains? How's this school run?"
He answered with a fuck you and spit on my pants. I should've grabbed the winner, this guy was too pissed off to be of any use. I groaned realizing my mistake and gave a quick firm downward kick to his sternum, letting him know not to come up. Speaking out loud but really to myself, I said annoyedly, "Then who the hell do I talk to...?"
I had been in Paragon for a little over a week and I already hated it. No, more accurately put, I loathed it. I wasn't damaged like all these other kids. Yeah I was damaged but not...like them. I didn't pick fights for fights for fun or start trouble just for kicks. I wasn't pyschotic or manipulative. I hadn't even been in a school for over three years. I didn't know how they worked these days, especially one as messed up as this.
Nobody watched the fight ensue. It wasn't even that good. Lots of flailing limbs and cheap expletives. I saw a girl laugh as she strolled by, thinking it was the cutest cat fight she'd ever seen. But I watched, gray eyes watching with lazy emotion. I leaned against a pod of lockers with my fists in my pockets, dreadlocks tied loosely behind my head. I wanted information since I was still on the learning curve. A steep curve at that. I wanted to know how this training hell operated. One of them might know.
A sweaty, clothing torn minute later the smaller guy stabbed his thumb into the bigger guy's eye. Nice move. The big guy howled like a slaughterhouse and the little one landed an unprotected blow to his gut, knocking the wind outta him. The fight was over. I made my move.
I strolled over, hands still in my pockets, and looked over the 'winner' with cold eyes. "Leave." The little guy was breathing hard and balled his fists up again. He just couldn't get enough. But I shook my head no, motioned to my foot. It was poised directly at his balls. He'd be neutered before he even cocked back for a swing. He finally got the point and left. I moved my foot over and angled it over the 'loser' throat. He came back to the world and asked what I wanted.
"What do you know about Pillars and Captains? How's this school run?"
He answered with a fuck you and spit on my pants. I should've grabbed the winner, this guy was too pissed off to be of any use. I groaned realizing my mistake and gave a quick firm downward kick to his sternum, letting him know not to come up. Speaking out loud but really to myself, I said annoyedly, "Then who the hell do I talk to...?"
