"She doesn't have a lot of time left." Steve and Tori are the first to receive their food when the waiter brings it out and places it on a different table.I was the last to get food because of how big it was; the plate covered more than one-fourth of the booth. Everybody starts eating. I grab the fork placed neatly on the napkin, and as I eat, Tori slaps the fork out of my hand with force, sending it across the area. It bounced on the ground and slid under a small crack under a pillar with a nice flower painted to cover the missing bricks. The waiter went to the back to fetch me another one, and while she was heading back, I noticed that she kept apologizing. Tori slammed the booth table with rage; her voice was as if a witch was trying to call for her minions. "You don't deserve to eat like us; you should eat like the rats you grew up with fighting for scraps! You're trying to act all nice; how pathetic of you!" After her outrage, she grabbed her plate and tossed it at me; the plate shattered against my head. Steve starts to walk in my direction but is stopped by five shadows covering me. I hear a voice that makes my skin itch. fifty-eight steps over me. I turned to face the shadows; it was the bullies from before. "Hey buddy, want to hang out with us?" David said, dropping to one knee. I grabbed the cushion and pulled myself back to my feet. I glanced sharply at Steve, saying, "I'll be right back. Stay here and finish your meal." The look of worry implanted on Steve's face hurt, but I knew he was also terrified of David. David put his arm around me, pulling me toward the restaurant entrance. We took a couple more steps, and they led me into a dark alleyway. It was the same alley where I and twenty-two spoke, and I felt a sharp pain in my left calf. I fell into the dumpster, slamming my funny bone into the handle of it. Five more dark figures came around the corner. Two of the figures were holding something long with a square head at the end of it, while the two smaller shaped figures were holding something I'd seen before: a Glock. At the end of the gun was a large device, which I assumed was for reducing noise. The last figure was hiding behind one of them, who was holding the gun out of fear. One of them turned the guy on them, saying, "Bitch! you better keep moving, or you won't get the money we promised you." I reached down to grab my injured calf; the muscle was hanging off the tendon, and the dark figure got closer. "God, I hate people like you who always walk around with a smile like your world is so much better than ours! People like you need to understand what kind of pain we go through," David said through the alley. You have no idea what it's like to sell Coke to help your little sister buy school clothes because mommy spends all of the government money on Crack and alcohol."While I was lying there, the others began to laugh, including one of them. Tori grabbed a box cutter from David, who was stepping on the shoulder that was not damaged yet, with a wicked simile, "Time for Plan C!" She made a whistling sound with her mouth, and the one that wasn't laughing came forward. Her whole body was trembling with fear of Tori. The Tori put the box cutter to my chest, slicing my shirt down to the beginning of my shorts. She tossed the box cutter towards the woman in fear, and the box cutter flew into her left hand. Her hand was shaking very violently. I glanced at the woman and saw a water trail coming down her legs. I knew that she didn't want anything to do with this. The smell of piss mixed well with my blood, making the situation more at home to me. I looked past the blade in her hands, looking into her eyes and hearing, "It's okay, go ahead and do whatever this plan is." Tears and snot were coming down her face as she lunged the blade into the cortex of my right eye. After the blade had served its purpose, she pulled it away from my face. I began to close my eyes because I didn't want to see the rest of their plan, or maybe I didn't want to see the pain in her eyes. I see Darkouls sitting there in the dark, and as I approach him, images from my past flash before my eyes; I look around the area, noting that these events shaped me into who I am. "Hey, Darkouls, how have you been?" I said as I approached him. He sighed and looked at me. Walking right past me, Darkouls stopped halfway, giving me a gesture to follow him. We wailed in the darkness when he suddenly told me, "Right here is fine." The darkness slowly faded as images of my past were pushed away the darkness. As the images played, Darkouls finally spoke to me: "Do you know why I'm mad at you?" I was so moved by the images that I couldn't say anything except, "I just can't fight back because I'm not strong enough." Darkouls rushed to me, grabbing me and picking me off the ground. "That is not the reason; it's because twenty-two is fighting for her life just to see you." But you are letting these people do whatever they want with you; they are robbing her of the chance to see you one last time! You were her ray of hope; hell, you were her savior; you were the reason she kept fighting to kick your sorry ass! He turned me to one of the visions of past play: the Auos are taking apart my body. With my forearms snapped back into place, Darkouls finally let me go, and I dropped to the floor, trying to catch my breath. "Those kids are no better than the Auos'! look, I don't care that you got beaten to a bloody pulp," Darkouls began to walk away. do care when you don't even stand up for yourself!" "If we do this, I call the shots; second, we can hurt them but know that killing!" Darkoula said as she rose to her feet. put his hands on both of my shoulders, face to face. "We!" he says. "I told you that you are not ready for this power." Prove that you have the guts to look past those smilies and act because the wicked similes the most. After those words, I was awakened. David was trying to pull my forearm out of its socket when I asked, "Hey, can I get up now? "When he heard those words, he grabbed my right arm and pushed the forearm into place. With my other arm, I grabbed the handle of the dumpster, pushing myself back to my feet. Taking my left arm and pushing my knee bone back into place, the sound of bones shifting back into place was a nostalgic experience for me. David and his men were trembling in their shoes, wondering if what they were seeing was real: "How!? you're supposed to be dead, if not crippled." I smiled at him and said, "I think you have something I need."