"hey Yoshite, come back!"
My only exit was blocked by these meatheads. They will leave right?
But the next turn of events didn't played in the way I hoped. For me they came here for a random reason, as the predator is attracted to the prey. They can sense me even if they don't see, hear or smell me. Kind of a hidden instinct, a sixth sense.
My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't hear their voices anymore, like trapped in another realm. What's strange is that their footsteps were crystal clear for my ears.
"Tap. Tap."
Two more steps and the guy leading the party will pass the bin, and find me. Think! Think ! There's always a hidden solution!
I don't know why I was so afraid. What's the worst thing that could happen, get beat? Money stolen? My clothes ripped? Didn't have a lot of cash on me but still, why I was so afraid?
But afraid of what? Them? The unknown? The future?.... Myself?
No time to think! They are arkeady in front of me! They didn't saw me yet. At this moment, I could just leave my position and run, run as long as my legs could bear me. And never think about this day even again. However destiny is such a strange thing, at the exact moment where I've made my plan to escape, I heard The sentence speaking the truth. The one that I couldn't even have told myself.
"You know the guy who ran and left the other guy?"
"The cowardly guy? "
"He doesn't have balls, I prefer to die than become like him"
At these words, my brain was like frozen. I want to reflect on my actions but it was not the time, I want to insult them, but I have no balks to speak the hurting truth. I want to change the time to correct my past "mistake" but I was sure, how many times I go back in time, I'll always take the same course of action.
And the so called "Yoshite" said:
"Come on guys, if he would help him, he would fight us and get hurt for what? For a stranger. It's a smart move.
I want to empathie with these words but something fell off. Yes they are no benefits in helping strangers, no benefit in fighting a losing battle? So why? Why i can't run? Why I want to stay? Why I am angry all of the sudden?
I was thinking too much. I couldn't act so they saw me. Everyone with their ugly faces, expensive and worn out shoes. I was frozen by fear.
Judging by their expressions they were confused too. They say the voice is silver and the silence is gold. It's because I can think more clearly your next move? Or it's because of this unsustainable tension in the air that was quite exciting and amusing in the same time?
We spend few seconds like this, during this moment, it was like the time itself has slowed down. I could think more clearly than ever...until a guy, a little one with the face of a rat in the back of the group broke the silence.
"What are you doing? Are you sleeping on the ground?"
What he said was true, I didn't realise that I was still sitting.
The so-named Yoshite open his mouth:
"Hey I remember you, you were the guy who ran away from us earlier, it was a smart move, why did you come back?"
I didn't know what to say, it was what the bad people in cartoons generally call "simple stupidity"? But I just felt shame. The shame of running, angry at myself gornot being strong enough. Was that my life?
"Why you don't answer, are you afraid?"
Seeing no sign of reactivity, he continued:
"Good because you have all reasons to be afraid."
At this moment it was like the time was taking back his place in the world. He kicked me in the face with incredible speed. I don't know if it's by non-talent or he just wanted to prolong the fight but he missed my nose and kick me in the forehead. Great speed but not enough power. I was in shock yes, but it was fine. If he kicked me in the nose even without much power he will break it and the blood from my nose will restrain me. I will not be able to breath so easily.
There was no time for discussion, I need to attack. The distance between us 2 was like passing through water. The air had high density and with every inch of my body that I was coming closer to him, It seems that I forget more and more about what I learned until now on the art of fighting. I could only heard my heart which was playing drums in the depths of my body.
Too much stress and I through a simple move, easy to telegraph, a right cross. The opponent knew what he was doing, seeing that I lost my composure, he parried with his left hand, and used his right to throw a direct jab at my face, this time aiming the nose.
I fell. But my nose doens't hurt too much... It's because of the dopamine made for this fight? No! Putting my hand on my face, I could feel no liquid or viscous substance. Something was definitely off with his power... or his stance.
Just now I remark that his friends laughed around him. They were watching him. He didn't move his feet. He was probably not turning his hips either to generate power. He didn't wanted to use his full-power on me? What kind of punk is that?
"Don't panic, I didn't put a lot of power in my attacks" said-he. "I just want a longer fight to test something out"
What does he mean by "test something out"? I was his Guinea pig? So I better play the dead if he doesn't want to hurt me?
By refusing to stand up and so denying the fight, I've put him in a state of frustration.
I could not win if I didn't get up, on the ground was the way to a imminent defeat. So or I get up to at least defend myself or I would not move so at least maybe he will leave.
But waiting here, thinking was the worst decision. I saw a backward movement in his right hip, by looking directly at his face, I only saw anger. He was not going back, he was preparing a right kick. I suddenly felt down with all my body, imaginings my torso being attracted by the ground. This sudden change in height made him miss his kick. Now I was the one to attack. I don't know why I choose the jaw, it was a destructive point, but with my physical ability, jumping and punching is too long. I should have aimed for the liver which was closest and still devastating. Maybe I watched too much action movies but I lost my composure and didn't think straight.
The enemy was still taken by surprise.
Looking at him, I thought stupidity like "it's not his fault for being like this", "bad influence growing up", or even "it's not NICE to punch" and I hesitated.
I didn't realise it sooner, but even when at the start, he was holding back, he had one thing-speed.
And now imagine if the speed of a buman who have seen too many violence in his life, used to fighting, who had quite a good speed, becoming in 2 seconds, a pro boxer. He didn't even aim for a sensible part. Just in my stomach, in. My abdominal muscles.
In the time I took to stand up, he went back in a proper and real boxing stance with superhuman speed and held me the finishing blow. This time, no more holding back. I was moved by his power, he was not a one trait horse with just one quality, it was the full picture. Mass*acceleration equals force. Acceleration: excellent Mass:excellent. Expected result: my death; Actual result: sharpened senses?
I lost my breath, that was a punch? It feels like I'm being hit by a rocket. This strange feeling only increased with each milliseconds. I could even feel my heartbeat and it's vibration in my body. The path of my blood in my veins. The electricity coming from my brain, through my spine and through my forearm to finish in my finger so i can move it and clench it.
And all these emotions, all these feelings, all these thoughts; slowly fade away and disappeared.
I wake up later, no one around, going straight home, decided to not anything to my parents and never speak about this again.
"What a shame..."