Post by chaoscloud on Sept 29, 2006 16:31:06 GMT -8
*Fuck. The first day here and I already have a fight written in my destiny. This school, this fucking hellhole. Why can't there just be peace in this god damned world. Why must there be wars, rebellion, in a public high school for fuck sakes. Fucking mindless zombies walking around looking for someone to prove themselves on, looking for someone to beat up that hopefully will increase their social status. God damn fucking shit faced shit heads. To they not understand that they simply look like fools. They may be big here, but in the real world their nothing but trash, they mean nothing to this earth. They are insignificant specs in the universe made up by many specs. They are nothing in comparison to everything. I guess I will have to teach these guys a lesson.
Marcus walked forward through the less-then-crowded halls of 259. Behind him, two boys who were insulting Marcus for his long white hair, along other things. However, Marcus, knowing they wouldn't do anything here, kept walking, ignoring them. The fact they were following him told the boy that these two were going to attack him, and he figured he would give them a place to. He headed toward a familiar sign, a thick-boned stick man standing, and an arrow to a door. This would be of course the men's bathroom. As Marcus walked in, he could hear the silent whispers behind him. Of course, he couldn't make out what they were saying, but he knew by the fact they existed he should not give them opportunity for a surprise attack. He took a few long quick strides into the middle of the bathroom, and turned around to face his future assailants. He stared at them, and they simply laughed at his dark emotionless look. As Marcus had previously thought, an attack, weak in both strength and skill, as well as any sort of uniqueness. It was a simple, predictable punch to the face. Marcus dodged quickly to his right, bringing up his left hand to push the arm away from his face as to not get it hooking around behind his head. As this was done, his right hand had winded up behind him, and now he had an opening for the mans face. He swung his arm around fast, a big whoosh sound filled the air. The man predicted a face attack, and brought his arm up. However, that is not what Marcus had aimed. The boy's fist came around and striked the side of the assailant's ribcage with devastating velocity. The cracking of ribs was heard, as the boy was knocked off his feat, and at the large mirror, which he smashed into before hitting the ground groaning in pain.
As Marcus looked to the second boy, he saw him coming flying in with a high kick. Marcus quickly dodged to his left, sending his left hand around in a semi-powerful shot to the boy's leg as it soared by. This gave the boy a mid-air charlie-horse, which knocked him of balance and made his landing a messily performed crash. Marcus turned around, and watched the boy get up, his eyes focused on his next target, showing Marcus where he would aim. His eyes were focused... on the door. Immediately the boy bolted forward, trying to get passed Marcus, he wanted to leave, he didn't want to get hurt anymore. He did pass Marcus, but our fast hero grabbed onto the fleeing bastard's collar of his shirt. Marcus yanked back hard, sending the boy's feet up, and had him hitting the tile floor with his back fairly hard. Marcus, in quick reaction, brought his left foot up, and sent it crashing down into the boy's face. The boy let out a howl, and turned around onto his stomach. Marcus took a brutal turn, and crouched over the boy, and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. He pulled up hard, then forced the head down even harder. The face of the boy hit the tile floor. And the nose shattering could be heard. A splatter of blood streaked across the white shining tile. Marcus brought the head back up, and repeated his steps four times, before the trembling crying of the boy told him that it was time for the next one, who was just getting up to his feet.
Marcus rushed in, velocity topped. His hand shot out, and hit the boy's face. His index and middle finger pressed the boy's eyes into his skull, as his palm shattered the nose. Blood splattered up Marcus's arm, and onto his shirt. He pulled his hand back quickly, and watched the boy stumble forward. Marcus took this opportunity to give this boy a rather hard hit. Our hero spun around to his right, leaping slightly off the ground. he let himself spin three times before his right leg came around, and issued a side-ish back roundhouse kick to the boy's side. It launched him off his feet, this time sending him flying further, as he slammed into the door, which was forced open, and the boy hit the ground in a bloody mess, stationed in the middle of a busy hallway.
Students watched in horror, most of them frozen. The boy was choking, and attempting to hold his life. Marcus emerged from the door, which was still open on account of the door handle busting through the wall. He walked out over the boy, and stepped hard on his neck. Slowly he increased the pressure, collapsing this assailant's trachea. Once all choking sounds were done, the boy lay there, wide eyed with the look of death, lifeless. Marcus turned back to look into the washroom which had an open door, to see the other boy was also without life. Now, ever Marcus knew he had gone a little far, but he didn't feel like concerning himself with that now. He had to get some fresh air. He began to push his way thought he stunned crowd, when someone spoke up...
Marcus walked forward through the less-then-crowded halls of 259. Behind him, two boys who were insulting Marcus for his long white hair, along other things. However, Marcus, knowing they wouldn't do anything here, kept walking, ignoring them. The fact they were following him told the boy that these two were going to attack him, and he figured he would give them a place to. He headed toward a familiar sign, a thick-boned stick man standing, and an arrow to a door. This would be of course the men's bathroom. As Marcus walked in, he could hear the silent whispers behind him. Of course, he couldn't make out what they were saying, but he knew by the fact they existed he should not give them opportunity for a surprise attack. He took a few long quick strides into the middle of the bathroom, and turned around to face his future assailants. He stared at them, and they simply laughed at his dark emotionless look. As Marcus had previously thought, an attack, weak in both strength and skill, as well as any sort of uniqueness. It was a simple, predictable punch to the face. Marcus dodged quickly to his right, bringing up his left hand to push the arm away from his face as to not get it hooking around behind his head. As this was done, his right hand had winded up behind him, and now he had an opening for the mans face. He swung his arm around fast, a big whoosh sound filled the air. The man predicted a face attack, and brought his arm up. However, that is not what Marcus had aimed. The boy's fist came around and striked the side of the assailant's ribcage with devastating velocity. The cracking of ribs was heard, as the boy was knocked off his feat, and at the large mirror, which he smashed into before hitting the ground groaning in pain.
As Marcus looked to the second boy, he saw him coming flying in with a high kick. Marcus quickly dodged to his left, sending his left hand around in a semi-powerful shot to the boy's leg as it soared by. This gave the boy a mid-air charlie-horse, which knocked him of balance and made his landing a messily performed crash. Marcus turned around, and watched the boy get up, his eyes focused on his next target, showing Marcus where he would aim. His eyes were focused... on the door. Immediately the boy bolted forward, trying to get passed Marcus, he wanted to leave, he didn't want to get hurt anymore. He did pass Marcus, but our fast hero grabbed onto the fleeing bastard's collar of his shirt. Marcus yanked back hard, sending the boy's feet up, and had him hitting the tile floor with his back fairly hard. Marcus, in quick reaction, brought his left foot up, and sent it crashing down into the boy's face. The boy let out a howl, and turned around onto his stomach. Marcus took a brutal turn, and crouched over the boy, and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. He pulled up hard, then forced the head down even harder. The face of the boy hit the tile floor. And the nose shattering could be heard. A splatter of blood streaked across the white shining tile. Marcus brought the head back up, and repeated his steps four times, before the trembling crying of the boy told him that it was time for the next one, who was just getting up to his feet.
Marcus rushed in, velocity topped. His hand shot out, and hit the boy's face. His index and middle finger pressed the boy's eyes into his skull, as his palm shattered the nose. Blood splattered up Marcus's arm, and onto his shirt. He pulled his hand back quickly, and watched the boy stumble forward. Marcus took this opportunity to give this boy a rather hard hit. Our hero spun around to his right, leaping slightly off the ground. he let himself spin three times before his right leg came around, and issued a side-ish back roundhouse kick to the boy's side. It launched him off his feet, this time sending him flying further, as he slammed into the door, which was forced open, and the boy hit the ground in a bloody mess, stationed in the middle of a busy hallway.
Students watched in horror, most of them frozen. The boy was choking, and attempting to hold his life. Marcus emerged from the door, which was still open on account of the door handle busting through the wall. He walked out over the boy, and stepped hard on his neck. Slowly he increased the pressure, collapsing this assailant's trachea. Once all choking sounds were done, the boy lay there, wide eyed with the look of death, lifeless. Marcus turned back to look into the washroom which had an open door, to see the other boy was also without life. Now, ever Marcus knew he had gone a little far, but he didn't feel like concerning himself with that now. He had to get some fresh air. He began to push his way thought he stunned crowd, when someone spoke up...