The Yin Yang Sequence

Chapter 1

"Fight back," he hissed in my ear. "You know the stakes… You've seen what has gone on. Gone on for too long! Stand up for yourself. Rip his throat out! Break his bones! Make him suffer!"

"A tad overkill don't you think?" the one to my right asked dryly. "Are you sure it's that necessary?"

"Of course," hissed the guy to my left. "And it's not overkill. Not when he continues to antagonize and bully! You are allowed to defend yourself! You are not expected to lay down and take this shit! You will not be weak and hide behind the legs of men and women who will do nothing for you!"

"Haven't you ever heard of being the better man?" the one to my right said softly. "Anyone can throw a punch. Avoid the trouble. It's not worth it."

"What's the matter Lenords?" demanded the cocky voice I knew to be Brian Cuegers. "You just gonna sit there? Hoping I'll leave if you keep your eye's closed?"

"DO IT!" the one to the left demanded; his voice was barely below screaming, still coming out in a garbled hiss.

My eyes snapped open, locking on Brian's baby blue ones.

"Baby blue… Smash them," growled the one to my left.

"No comeback?" I muttered to the one on the right. He remained silent. I wasn't even positive he was standing there anymore.

"What was that Lenords?" demanded Brian, getting inches from my face. "You saying something smart? Think you're all tough talking all quiet? Come on you little bitch! Speak up!"

"Get out of my face Cuegers!" I spat. I took a violent step towards him, my face twisting with a sudden rage.

"Perfect…," purred the guy to my left.

"Your anger is clouding your judgment kid," the one to my right said quietly. "Take a look around you."

I listened to that reason. All around us a group of maybe twenty kids were in a tight knit circle around me and Brian. Their faces were etched with excitement, especially since I had reacted so violently. But a little beyond them I could see a group of three teachers walking towards us.

To throw a punch now would be like personally throwing myself to the wolves…

"See?" chuckled the one on my right.

"Throw the punch Mark," hissed the one on my left. "End it here. Shut him up. Shut them all up. Because you know what they're all doing. They're all laughing at you. Waiting to see you bow down before Cuegers. Just like everyone else has. And they'll jeer to you behind your backs and hiss about your weakness. Prove them wrong! Tear him apart!!"

"Anything going on here?" demanded Principal Gerald, stomping over quickly. His gut cleared a large path through the throng of kids, and he marched right up to me and Brian.

"Mark here was trying to be smart with me," sneered Brian.

"LIES!!!" screamed the one on the left.

"Bullshit Cuegers," I growled. "He just came up and started hassling me."

"Oh don't even try Lenords," said Brian menacingly.

"Enough!" snapped Principal Gerald. "Now I don't know what it is with you two, but I'm sick and tired of always breaking it up. IF this were happen to escalate into a fight, well, I hope God helps you both! Because so help me I will bring the hammer down hard! Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," muttered Brian.

"Deny it!" hissed the left one. "You are in the right! Fight back! Don't let him stand there, all impudent, and tell you what is wrong!

"Ride it out kid," said the right one. "It's not worth it. I'm telling you."

"Yes sir," I said dryly.

"Good," said Principal Gerald, and with one last look of loathing to me and Brian, he walked away.

"You lucked out this time Lenords," growled Brian, trying to shouldering me hard on his way by me.

"I don't need his fat ass to help me tear you apart," I hissed, meeting him with equal force. We looked at each other scathingly for a few more seconds.

"C'mon Brian, we don't need you getting suspended before the football season even starts," said someone from behind me.

"Yeah, he ain't worth it," sneered someone else.

"FOOLS!" hissed the one on the left.

I ignored him however and walked away, heading towards my own personal quiet spot in the corner of the school yard.

"Why didn't you fight back?" demanded the one on the left.

I reached my secluded corner and whipped around.

"Why don't you shut the hell up?" I growled.

"Oh, someone's angry," he purred. "Now if we could only get you to use that when everyone else is around being an asshole to you!"

"Shut…the…HELL…up," I said, taking a seat.

"Talking to yourself again Mark," came a voice from above me.

I looked up into the sunlight and made out the shape of an old friend of mine.

"What's he doing here?" hissed the one now sitting on my left. "I was under the impression he left! That he was done with you!"

"Stop holding grudges and being some melodramatic," grunted the one sitting to my right. "He obviously still cares a little. That's why he's here."

"How are you Jason?" I asked, standing again to greet my old comrade.

"Doing better," he said. "I've been off therapy for a couple of months. Stares stopped bothering me… Life's going better."

"Oh wonderful for him; the pathetic fool," grunted the left one.

"It's your fault he's on therapy!" shouted the one on my right.

"Not true," shrugged the left one. "Mark liked my idea. He liked it a lot. It's not my fault this fool can't look after himself. You should feel no guilt."

I looked at Jason blankly for a few seconds. Then I saw a pretty girl with flowing brown hair standing under a tree, watching him expectantly.

"Girl for you?" I asked, motioning to her.

"Yeah," said Jason, glancing her way. "Kate's awesome. She…understands me. Is always there, even when I'm in a mood. She…sees past the scars too."

He motioned to the large white scar running from the corner of his left eye, extending to his shoulder where his shirt eventually hid the rest.

"Do you have to bring that up every time you talk to me," I growled, retaking my seat.

"I can do whatever the hell I want," Jason snapped, his blue eyes going fierce. "This is your fault anyway, so don't even start-"

"Pathetic," hissed the one sitting to my left again. "He still blames you…"

"Mark don't go for this…," warned the one sitting to my right. "Be a good friend…"

"Jason was never such a good friend. He still holds a grudge against you," the left one hissed.

"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "I apologize I can't look after you and myself. If I would've known then I would've handled it myself."

"You're a real asshole when I'm trying to come over here and talk to you, you bitch," Jason said, his voice rising.

"No!" I hissed, my voice dangerously low, rising back up into Jason's face. "You're the real asshole here! Still bitching about your face! Still holding that against me! I'm not responsible for you, you helpless bastard! I'm not your keeper! So stop blaming me for something you screwed up on!"

"Mark! What the HELL!?" demanded the right one.

"He's right! Jason's being the ass!" defended the left one. "He has no right coming over here and bringing that up again just so Mark feels like crap."

I heard their little tirades to each other but my attention was fully on Jason. I stood half a head taller so he was looking up at me. My brown eyes focused on his blue. Both of our hands were tightened into fists.

But I knew…

I knew he wouldn't throw a punch. He knew what would happen if he did. He was one of the few who knew what would happen if he did…

True to what I had thought, he eventually spun around and walked away, heading for the parking lot.

The girl, Kate, gave me a menacing look, and ran after him.

Bitch, I thought to myself, settling back down.

I leaned my head against the wall and let out a deep sigh. I was getting one hell of a headache. Mostly because I know I shouldn't have treated Jason the way I had.

I had choose the wrong side…again.

"You know I'm right Mark," whispered the one to my left. "I offer you the way to excel in the world. Sure people will fear you; some may say you are evil and cruel. But the world hits hard, so you hit back twice as hard."

"You know you don't have to be this way Mark," sighed the one to my right. "You just simply continue to listen to him. To release your aggression in the worst way. Do you enjoy having no human contact?"

"No…," I muttered.

"See? Maybe you should talk to Emily again…"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Me and the one to my left screamed it at the same time. I got some stares from passer bys but I ignored them. My headache had just gotten ten times worse with the mentioning of that name.

"You can't run from her forever you know," said the right one quietly.

"I'm not running," I growled. "But I'm not dealing with it."

"What she needs is a good kick in the face," hissed the one to my left.

"That's your answer for everything," I muttered.

"It's a good answer."

"What is your deal?" asked the one to my right.

"Both of you just shut up," I growled. My head felt ready to explode right out of the top of my head.

God I hated these headaches.

"Maybe you should-" they began at the same time, about to each offer their own way of fixing all my life problems.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed.

Again, that earned me odd stares but it did shut them up.

As I breathed heavily, sitting and leaning against the side of the school building I looked over my two tormenters.

That had been by my side since childhood, always around to whisper in my ear.

Their faces were ones I knew well.

The one sitting to my left wore a black long sleeved t-shirt, the top three buttons undone to reveal his muscled chest.

He was leaning forward so I could see the design he had on the back of his shirt; angels wings.

He also wore nice looking black pants; unusual for everyday wear and black shoes. As I looked him over he ran both hands through his skinhead hairdo.

The one to my right wore a long sleeved shirt as well; this one was white, however.

His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, although he wore a white undershirt to hide his chest. He also bore a design; two crosses were sown into the front of his shirt.

He also sported jeans and simple Nike shoes. His hair was combed better; kept flat and his bangs propped up out of his eyes.

"Can't you two just go away?" I demanded, closing my eyes. "Go bother someone else for awhile. I need a break."

There was no reply, so I just sat there for a while. After some time though, I did open one eye.

The space left and right of me was empty.

I sighed contently but I knew they weren't gone. I could see them just by looking up at the window to my right.

Because all three of us had the same build…the same eyes…the same face.

The bell rang inside the school yard, so I picked up my bag and made my way towards the school.

As I went, I glanced back at my spot, wishing I could just leave both of them there.

But I knew I wouldn't be that lucky. They'd be back, trying to win me over…trying to drive me insane.

They'd always be around.

Because they were locked in my head.

I apologize for the weird names. As of right now, you don't know their names so there is "right" and "left". They'll have names soon, and then I hope it will be less confusing then. Please review.