Chapter 1: The Fight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Fist after fist met with face. Blood sprayed the ground and stained the skin of the two opposing men who fought out of pure rage. Not a single word was shared between them, only pain. Back and forth their arms flung, aiming for any part of the other’s body.
Heavy breathing and grunts of pain lightly bounced off of the stone walls to either side of the alleyway, but each dull clap, from skin meeting skin, silently dispersed into the night air. Every now and then a car’s engine would roar into the shadows from the street and then fade away.
One man was tall and skinny and the other was shorter and stockier. The tall man’s name was Antonio and the short man’s name was Jared, neither knew that. They might have been childhood friends, but none of that would matter or change a thing, so they circled each other mindlessly beating at each other’s flesh.
After a solid right hook to Antonio’s jaw, a left punch to the stomach brought him to his knee. Jared seized the opportunity and drove his knee into the tall man’s bloody forehead. One still stood as the other lay on the ground, slowly catching his breath.
Once Antonio was back to his knees Jared went for a right legged cross kick, aimed straight for the kneeling man’s head. Antonio caught Jared’s ankle with his left hand and, using the force behind the kick, drove his fist into the inner side of Jared’s thigh. The blow caused his leg to seize up and forced him to fall to the ground. Antonio quickly got on top and began pounding on the man’s face; his shaky arms were up in a futile attempt to block.
Jared reached up, grabbing frantically for something to help him out of the crappy predicament. Antonio screamed in pain when the man on the floor got a firm hold of his ear and pulled as hard as he could. The man who was in control only seconds ago was able to get a couple punches to the face of his rival before they spun over and the tables were turned, Jared was on top and hit Antonio with all he had, elbows punches, backhands, and even open handed slaps.
One man lay lifeless on the floor as the other man stood up and began wobbling away. Jared thought that it was over but Antonio got back to his feet and ran at the unaware man, and it was the pavement that cushioned his face. The only man that could walk got up and left the other, motionless on the floor.


Submitted: March 19, 2010

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