Man!... That was what Marcus pretty much cussed at the sky. I didn't really pay attention, my eyes were focusing on the reflection of my face, kind of has some bruises but not that bad. I rubbed the face wound a bit as Marcus stomped back and forth waiting for Robin to come back. Or "SR" so to speak. That guy doesn't mind if we call him Robin, but he seemed happier when he was being called "SR". It was pretty tranquil afterward. It felt vehement now that I think about it... I can still remember when we met, like it was all yesterday.
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Dragging my feet, my head turns around back and forth. Cars were everywhere in site. The light hasn't turned to 'green walking man' signal. I was gripping on my satchel-like bag for my school books. I was only 11-12 by the time. It was a late, sunny June afternoon. I used the sleeves of my jacket to wipe off the sweat but I had some problems with it because of the front hair covering my forehead. It was to cover the acne was my reason why of having them again. Now I have kind of a stinky sweat on my favorite Raiders Jacket; I sigh of annoyance. For some reason, I'm glad I got no parents anymore. You see... they all died during a massacre of the town. There were two men; looking like those men in cartoons with black-white striped jackets and masks with creepy eyes showing; but it was like a Rated "R" movie... those eyes are too terrible to describe... wonder how I survived that?
I was dreading for a moment till I heard a 'ding' across the street; the sign has finally showed itself. I putted on a comical face and skipped weirdly with a modest grin. My feet felt better after a rest. It can be disabling because my body was not in good conditions; I do run fast but only for a short time. I get tired easily and I have lack of activity outside. It always involves inside; TV, Computer, Videogames, Cooking, Eating. What the hell am I doing?
Footsteps... my ears drummed of the sound... they are violent and ready to attack the prey. I jerked my head around to see three people; two men and a female. Older than me; more fit than me. Is this why I got an extra-large jacket? To look kind of thin but it's baggy so it doesn't show? I wish I still have that jersey when I was a kid. They looked violent; with smirking evil laughs just like Satan... even though Satan may not be that evil. My body was trying to tell me to conceal myself before it got to more trouble. But my mind was standing still like it has frozen up. I was almost dazed.
“Hey guys look, it's that annoying b***h!" He laughs gauntly. I kept my face normal; but my real self is getting very crossly; it doesn't like them at all.
My body backed off a little bit, just to get a safe distance. My mouth kept shut; I was known to keep quiet very much. Imploding to them just walking away; they weren't going to let me see the next day. They were trudging more and more to me like a Zombie movie... should I scream? Run? Fight? Not do anything? No... RUN!!!
The wind blew against me as soon as I break a run for it! My ears signal an attack of those three bullies; Get me home! No. not home... I'm not safe! Where is safety?! It felt like a temblor was making me slower and slower; shaking under my feet to make me lose balance. Feeling topsy-turvy, I made a sharp turn to the basement and hid underneath the cardboard boxes; let's hope they hadn't heard a rumor that I get food from the garbage when I was in kindergarten. My eyes went against the throng boxes at the sharp corner to watch them leave my sight. But they're not being fooled.
I just spotted him running my direction and BAM! Hard kick against my cheekbones; it felt hard, and scraping it with its leather and heel shoes. My head bonked the wall hard; I'll be lucky if I didn't lose brain cells.
“WILL U JUST LEAVE ME THE ******** ALONE?!" I was about to wail my a** off from the cheekbones pounding me and my head throbbing. “I ONLY WANTED WAS TO GO HOME!"
"But you are home...” The girl looked nice and sweet though when she came to me, she then whispered. “AT HELL!" SLAP! It felt hard again on my other cheekbone. “Just STOP! PLEASE!" I cried in pain; still feeling their slaps, jabs, fists, feet knocking my stomach; legs, face, even the head. They're never going to stop; it was too much. Blood overcame my whole body. Spitting them out, feeling them gush out when they kick and punch me more and more. I'm getting angry but I'm getting weaker.
"Hey Marcus"
"What’s up buddy?"
"Truce?"
"You got it!”
Huh? That was weird... Those voices made them stop kicking me. I was able to open my eyes to see two men; one with black hair, purple streaks and one with tanish brown hair. I trembled trying to sit myself up. My eyes were as blurry as they can be underwater; it was hard to see what they were wearing but they're wearing something.
“Who the ******** are you?" One boy with the dagger covered in my blood remarked. The brown haired was able to see the weapon and turn to my direction; blood pouring my mouth.
“Didn’t Teachers tell you no Physical Violence?" The black-purple haired man queered back at the bullies; with a bored glance. Looking back at them; He suddenly vanished! In thin Air!
The bullies are thwarted from the action he did. Then the whoosh came over the boy who called me annoying names. He snatches the kid's arm, bangs his head against the brick walls watching his head bleed and skull crack immediately vulnerable with the next attack.
“Who wants some of this?" He laughed in an evil way; throwing the body against the bricks again... I think he killed him. The others were shocked and pale like they seen a ghost and bolted away in seconds.
So basically...
Two guys suddenly appeared and easily knocked out the bullies... I got saved by two people I don't know...
Now it was absolutely desolated with the blood and the big hole the man threw some kid's head against. It was eerie yet ravishing to me like a regular anime. I always wanted to be saved by cool-looking boys!
"Hey, I'm Marcus and that emo kid there is Robin"
"Humph!”
The tanish brown haired kid lended his hand and pulled me up. I was obviously not in good condition from the killing spree. The guy who 'humphed' at us was Robin; the one with black, long and curly hair with purple streaks. He didn't even look once at me! Humph! I get the feeling we won't like each other...
"Thanks... I'm Cosma...” I was able to make the words out; I wasn't used to talking. Not yet maybe. Robin still didn't turn his head to me. He and I are reticenting and I don't want to have another enemy.
“We should bandage ya up... wanna hang out?"
“I guess...” I mumbled back to his offer.
And that’s pretty much how it started, and here we are, all those years later...
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“‘Oh Cosma, Your going to get off your lazy butt and get inside before it gets dark?"
I shuffled my legs a bit; I must have been daydreaming again. I glimpsed behind me to see a hand-crossing Marcus.
“Yeah Fine... Where's Robin?"
“Went ahead as always." He laughs and we both stroll back to his house before the moon showed itself.
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