Shane was walking home from high school, fuming about the crazy project due the next day. It had been issued by none other than the insane horror that goes under the name of Vick Arwood, a teacher at his school. His anger smoldered even more when he remembered that the only reason he had to do this task, was because some idiot kid had to open his smart mouth for five seconds. The result ended in the hulk of an assignment due tomorrow.
Suddenly he heard what sounded like someone balling their eyes out in a nearby alley. It sounded like a man, and his voice was wailing, as if he was in agony. Shane walked over to see what was going on, he heard whispered voices. Suddenly Shane was surrounded by three men, the "crying one" (who seemed to be the leader) flanked him from the front, while the other two had him from the back.
"Give us all the money in your wallet!" demanded the leader, a tall muscled man wearing sunglasses and a bandana around his head.
"Yeah, and all your loose change," shouted the smallest of the three, still quite bigger than Shane. He was then smacked across the head. "Shut up Jerry," said the other man, who was only wearing a vest and was coverd in tattoos.
"You always make us sound like a bunch of idiots," he continued.
"You can't make anyone sound like anything their not," Shane muttered under his breath.
"That's it!" shouted tattoos, and he came at Shane with a punch to the gut. Shane dodged and kneed him in the face, only sucseeding in bloodying his nose a little.
"Ooh, tough guy," said the smallest and Shane replied by punching him in the gut.
You then fell over, feeling like a hammer just smashed in your skull. The leader had slugged you and the blow sent you off your feet. You were then picked up, by other two and, outmatched, they took all Shane's money and possesions.
"Let's go," says tattoos, seeming nervous, but was still holding you, along with the smaller one.
"I don't know," starts the smaller one himself, "he did screw your nose up, mabey you should teach him a lesson,"
"sure but keep him still," says tattoos laughing.
At the moment you are more than furious. You just wished that you could... i don't know stop them somehow, hurt them. Blow himself out of the guy's grasp. Suddenly, Shane feels immense energy that just had to come out, so powerful that it felt that the smaller one's grasp was flimsey.
He couldn't take it any more, he let the energy out and he found himself free. The man who was holding you was knocked against the wall. Confused but almost understanding, Shane focused on a trash can, and imagined it hitting tattoos. He felt a small strain, then the can catapulted into him, knocking him out.
Finally their was just the leader, standing amazed. Shane narrowed his eyes and sent the man flying up, and then crashed him on the ground, knocking him out.
Suddenly you notice someone behind you. She was a small woman who looked very bookish. She didn't look at all suprised at what just happened. "Come with me," she ordered in a bored voice and started walking. Confused, you follow her to her car, and she drives off with you.
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