Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 16, 2014 16:23:50 GMT -5
The rumble of the engine and the vibrations that came with it filled Austin in his entirety. His mind was still going wild from the encounter he had the other night with his mother. Every second of being in that hotel room continuously put on replay, up until he pulled that trigger. All he worried about now, was what could happen next? Austin felt his world go dark that night. He felt he would never be the same.
Knuckles pulled into the parking lot and parked away from other vehicles. He was a little paranoid about his bike after the incident he had with that kid here not too long ago. He had pulled himself from the seat and walked into the school without so much as raising his eyes from the ground. His face was more scraggly than before, and his hair dark and greasy. It was clear he wasn't taking care of himself the way he should be.
It was taking Austin a lot to hold himself together. All he really felt like doing was punching some kind of face in. To cause as much pain to anyone he could, as he done to himself. His whole life it seemed he was heading down a path full of despair and violence. Killing his mother only seemed to pick up the speed. But he was still fighting with himself.
Edgar Krane's words still echoed inside his head. If he wanted his gang to thrive here, and to be able to do business as usual, he would have to be careful in his actions. That didn't mean that he couldn't take his anger out in what he figured many would deem the right way, at least in a sense. Austin would have to try and convince the student body he wasn't here to hurt them. At least not the innocent ones who did nothing.
It was then that he had heard commotion in the halls ahead. A students ahead of him huddling in the halls as conflict began. Four guys had surrounded a couple. The girl was being forced against the wall, held by her hair while the other three were mercilessly kicking the crud out of her boyfriend.
"Quit it. Or you're going to kill him."
"This is none of your god damn business! You can straight fu- URk!"
The guy talking had approached him, arms wide trying to puff his chest out, only to have his throat punched in as soon as he had steppes into range. Gurgling and wheezing, the junior he hit dropped back like a rock, holding his throat as he struggled to breath. The two who had been kicking the kid while down, would turn to see their friend and charge Austin.
Knuckles waited for them to approach, and circled right as the guy had acted first, lunging in attempt to grab Austin by the neck. His side-ward movement would save him and allow him to deliver a hard right hook to the back of his head, sending him sliding forward on the floor. His buddy struck out next, clipping his right cheek with a straight right of his own.
Lifting his knee, he would drive it into the dude's right floating rib. Knuckles would watch as he winced in pain and keeled over sideways, ignoring the dull throb of his cheek. The outlaw biker turned toward the one holding the girl, extending his index finger as he pointed toward him.
"Let her go. This ain't happenin' on my watch."
-Crack-
Knuckles vision would darken and blur as he fell forward onto his knees, just barely catching himself from smashing his face off the floor. The back of his head hurt, and he could feel his hair matted with blood. Resting on his left elbow and turning, he saw the one he had punched and sent sliding, standing their wielding a pair of brass knuckles.
"You shouldn't have messed with us!"
"I'm.. going to kill.. you."
Austin wouldn't move from the ground yet. He was still gathering all his senses. Hopefully he would be able to get it together for it was too late. Or maybe, someone was watching that would intervene. Austin wasn't so sure. He hadn't exactly made any friends.
Knuckles pulled into the parking lot and parked away from other vehicles. He was a little paranoid about his bike after the incident he had with that kid here not too long ago. He had pulled himself from the seat and walked into the school without so much as raising his eyes from the ground. His face was more scraggly than before, and his hair dark and greasy. It was clear he wasn't taking care of himself the way he should be.
It was taking Austin a lot to hold himself together. All he really felt like doing was punching some kind of face in. To cause as much pain to anyone he could, as he done to himself. His whole life it seemed he was heading down a path full of despair and violence. Killing his mother only seemed to pick up the speed. But he was still fighting with himself.
Edgar Krane's words still echoed inside his head. If he wanted his gang to thrive here, and to be able to do business as usual, he would have to be careful in his actions. That didn't mean that he couldn't take his anger out in what he figured many would deem the right way, at least in a sense. Austin would have to try and convince the student body he wasn't here to hurt them. At least not the innocent ones who did nothing.
It was then that he had heard commotion in the halls ahead. A students ahead of him huddling in the halls as conflict began. Four guys had surrounded a couple. The girl was being forced against the wall, held by her hair while the other three were mercilessly kicking the crud out of her boyfriend.
"Quit it. Or you're going to kill him."
"This is none of your god damn business! You can straight fu- URk!"
The guy talking had approached him, arms wide trying to puff his chest out, only to have his throat punched in as soon as he had steppes into range. Gurgling and wheezing, the junior he hit dropped back like a rock, holding his throat as he struggled to breath. The two who had been kicking the kid while down, would turn to see their friend and charge Austin.
Knuckles waited for them to approach, and circled right as the guy had acted first, lunging in attempt to grab Austin by the neck. His side-ward movement would save him and allow him to deliver a hard right hook to the back of his head, sending him sliding forward on the floor. His buddy struck out next, clipping his right cheek with a straight right of his own.
Lifting his knee, he would drive it into the dude's right floating rib. Knuckles would watch as he winced in pain and keeled over sideways, ignoring the dull throb of his cheek. The outlaw biker turned toward the one holding the girl, extending his index finger as he pointed toward him.
"Let her go. This ain't happenin' on my watch."
-Crack-
Knuckles vision would darken and blur as he fell forward onto his knees, just barely catching himself from smashing his face off the floor. The back of his head hurt, and he could feel his hair matted with blood. Resting on his left elbow and turning, he saw the one he had punched and sent sliding, standing their wielding a pair of brass knuckles.
"You shouldn't have messed with us!"
"I'm.. going to kill.. you."
Austin wouldn't move from the ground yet. He was still gathering all his senses. Hopefully he would be able to get it together for it was too late. Or maybe, someone was watching that would intervene. Austin wasn't so sure. He hadn't exactly made any friends.
