*Bang*
The pale boy flew through the air colliding with the faulty wood table behind him breaking it with a crunch, the collision reverberating of the walls of the so called tavern echoing in the the ears of those around him, thier attention now directed to the source of the sound.
"Ughh" the boy groaned
His brittle ribs cracking under the strain of the impact with the furniture. Blood gushing from his forehead where the man struck, trickling down his cheek and pooling onto the uneven wooden floor. He layed idle amongst the pool of blood,
His body to weak to move, his eyes fixed on the lower half of the man.
The boys eyes slowly analysing the stature of the man, fat thick legs that supported a overly rounded pertruding stomach, hiding the numerous well trained muscles underneath all that fat.
clearly a seasoned fighter. Or perhaps just a seasoned drunkard. He thought, unable to decide which was more of the case.
The boy layed still, unable to look up further at the perpatrator who hit him.
why did he hit me? Did I do something wrong? Was it out of spite? Resentment? To elevate his pent up feelings?
He knew neither was the case. A drunkard like the man did so just because he felt like it. There's no grand purpose behind that man's actions,he acted upon his free will,his drunken urge, this was merely the result of that.
The nameless boy finally began to sercome to his injuries, his black eyes become more hollow and unfocused with each passing second, his head writhing in pain causing his thoughts to slow.
Why? I didn't even get to finish my beer…
His thoughts impeded by throbs of unbearable pain, causing his body to twitch involuntarily on the floor.
My beer…
The last of his thoughts cut short as he fades in and out of consciousness, his mind becoming blank as he passes out in his blood.