DancingKitsune

That was hard for me to write... It takes place only a few days after he brakes up with Nathaniel, but before my new story "Summer day at the tiki hut". Leon and Nathaniel belong to me, while Xander (who is briefly mentioned as 'cousin') belongs to Crimsonchan. The two jerks belong to our terrible society.

I let out a hiss as I feel another sharp pain waft through me as his fist crashes into my stomach again. That's the third time that he hit me in the stomach, and this time the wind was definitely knocked out of me for sure. I hear a snicker as his friend pulls my arms back even further than before.

Pop. Screaming.

My left shoulder hurts so much. Who was that insufferable screaming coming from? Why aren't they helping me already? I look to see the guy in front of me pulling his arm back behind him, winding up. I brace myself again.

Crunch. Silence.

My nose burns and something cool runs into my mouth. The screaming stopped. I guess I must've been the one screaming then. My shoulders and head slump foreword as much as they can under the circumstances. I hear snickering coming from behind me. Damn them for being stronger.

"Aw, does the little faggot hurt?" Little faggot, huh? Man, if I could bite his balls off right now, they'd be so far down his throa--

Crack! Whimper.

My lower chest explodes in pain, white creeps into the sides of what view I can get out of my good eye. I look up at him again, nearly panting. I look around to try to see some way some how to get out of here, quickly because it was getting harder and harder to breathe. That couldn't be good.

The guy in front of me laughs, then winds back again. I brace myself again, knowing that this wasn't going to be good at all. I close my eyes--

SCRACK! Scream.

Fire. My collar’s on fire. Pain...I can't hold back a whimper as the fire pulsates, licking into my neck and chest, then retreats only to reappear seconds later. The guy behind me suddenly lets go and I crash into the concrete.

I can hear them arguing, but I can't tell what about. I can't bring myself to care, really...

Suddenly a boot rams into my chest, rekindling the pain across it and throwing me into the brick wall behind me. I collapse into the floor again, and I can feel myself shaking all over.

So much pain...

He pulls me up by my neck and sits me up. My side and collar burns something terrible. He yanks my head by the hair, pulling it to the side and cuts a fistful of it off. Over, and over, and over. Then he stands up and kicks me back over. I whimper again, the white is crawling faster and faster, growing blacker and blacker...

And then I blacked out.

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Groggy. Cold.

I'm on cement...? Why am I--

Pain. Sharp breath.

More pain. Whimper.

I slowly push myself up into a sitting position, and lean up against the cool brick wall once I accomplish the painful feat. I pant slightly, and look around. The alleyway is dark, and the streets are empty and barren. No cars, no people, only the dim glow of the street lamp across the street.

With my slightly better arm, I run a hand through my hair. It’s short now, jagged and dirty. My hand sinks down my face, and I nearly jump in pain as my palm touches my nose. I realize that my face is covered in blood as well; they must've broken the damned thing.

Anger. Resentment.

I start to fish into my pockets and by the grace of some higher power I find my phone. I flip it open, and the overly bright light tells me that not only had I missed forty-seven calls and had twenty-nine messages, but that it was three thirty in the morning.

Half of the calls were from ether Mum or one of my siblings (bless them!). Most of the rest of them were from Xander. Some of them were from other friends. But what surprised me was that a few were from Nathaniel.

I worried them...

Sorrow.

I went to dial someone for help but before I knew it, I heard his voice.

"Hello...? Who's calling me at this god-damned hour...?"

He always hated when I called this late...

"Leon! Leon, I have caller ID, I know it's you! Where are you? Everyone's going crazy looking for you!"

Sorrow, joy. Smiles sadly.

"I got in a bit of trouble... I just woke--" I start coughing like crazy. It's so bad I nearly drop the phone. I can hear him shouting into the phone in that worried tone of his. "Calm down, I'm fine... Just got into a bit of tr--"

"DAMN WELL YOU'RE NOT! Where are you?! Tell me!" He's nearly screaming. If he keeps this up he'll wake up those things he calls his parents.

"I think I'm a few blocks from the school... I was walking home from practice and I took the shortcut and some assholes came out of nowhere..." I start coughing again.

Fire. Burning.

"I'll get Alex," Xander? "and we'll be there as soon as we can! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Like I have a choice?

The line goes dead, and I drop both the phone and my arm onto the ground, limp. I take in as deep a breath as I can and lean back onto the bricks.

Patience.

After a while, I hear people calling out my name over and over. I brace myself for it, and I shout out that I'm over here. Fire rips through my face, neck, chest, and stomach.

So much...

Black again.