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justprompts - Fight
VERSE: canon
WORD COUNT: 600
NOTE: blahblah shit set during when Ray was younger because I feel like it
The kid went tumbling down onto the dirt and the gravel. Any sound his fall might have made was drowned out by the sound of teenage boys taunting and jeering at him. The boy who had sent him down - younger than most of the other boys with him, by a scant few years - stood over him with a smirk.
Ray always did love kicking the shit out of people. He didn't have much problem with the kid whose nose he had just broken, but, hey, when an opportunity presented itself, he wasn't the sort to back down. Especially when the rest of the gang was around. Really, having them there only spurred him on. There was an added rush to having people cheering for you, for people encouraging violence, for people wanting you to bust some bastard's face in.
"Come on, Ray," one of the boys - Nicholas, who preferred to be called Nick - said. "Show him what for!"
He wasn't going to let them down. The boy, who Ray was certain was named Will or Bill or something, was trying to get back up in his feet; but Ray put a quick stop to that with a quick stomp-like movement placed right on his back, meant to pin the kid back onto the gravel. Bill (or Will, whichever it was) went down with a cry, and the group let out a raucous whoop.
Immediately after, Ray kicked the kid in the side, hoping he might break a rib. That would be something to brag about. Anyone could bust somebody's nose, but breaking a rib, that was something else. He wasn't sure if he heard a crack or not, so he gave it another kick for good measure. If it didn't break, ah, well. No big loss.
Bill (Ray started to lean towards using that, pretty sure it was the right name) cried out again and began to cry, his breathing laboured with coughing and sputtering from the pain of the stomp and the two hard kicks; not to mention the assortment of punches he had been subjected to prior.
"Get the hell up, you sodding little faerie." Ray's smirk turned into a disdainful sneer. If the fight was going to turn into him versus some crying little girl, then there'd be no more fun in it. Granted, he could mock Bill for it, but it didn't have the same reward as kicking him in.
Bill didn't get up.
"You hear me?"
The crying quieted, replaced by rapid breathing with the occasional sniffle.
"I said get the hell up!" Ray moved to kick again, but felt a firm hand on his shoulder and halted. He short a glare back to whoever was only loosely restraining him.
The hand belonged to the makeshift leader of their group - a tall, lanky, dark haired teen named Terry. "Enough, Ray. You already beat the shit out of him, you ain't gonna get much more fight now."
Ray's shoulders slumped, and he stepped back. If Terry told him stop, he stopped. He sure as hell didn't want to, but he knew better than to challenge the bloke in charge. Besides, Terry was right. Bill wasn't going to give him much more of a fight no matter how long he taunted and teased him.
"Fine. Whatever you want, Terry." With that said, he stepped away from the main group, which was already beginning to dissipate a bit. Ray glanced around for Nick. He felt in need of a damn smoke, and like hell was he going to wait until later for it.
justprompts - FightVERSE: canon
WORD COUNT: 600
NOTE: blahblah shit set during when Ray was younger because I feel like it
The kid went tumbling down onto the dirt and the gravel. Any sound his fall might have made was drowned out by the sound of teenage boys taunting and jeering at him. The boy who had sent him down - younger than most of the other boys with him, by a scant few years - stood over him with a smirk.
Ray always did love kicking the shit out of people. He didn't have much problem with the kid whose nose he had just broken, but, hey, when an opportunity presented itself, he wasn't the sort to back down. Especially when the rest of the gang was around. Really, having them there only spurred him on. There was an added rush to having people cheering for you, for people encouraging violence, for people wanting you to bust some bastard's face in.
"Come on, Ray," one of the boys - Nicholas, who preferred to be called Nick - said. "Show him what for!"
He wasn't going to let them down. The boy, who Ray was certain was named Will or Bill or something, was trying to get back up in his feet; but Ray put a quick stop to that with a quick stomp-like movement placed right on his back, meant to pin the kid back onto the gravel. Bill (or Will, whichever it was) went down with a cry, and the group let out a raucous whoop.
Immediately after, Ray kicked the kid in the side, hoping he might break a rib. That would be something to brag about. Anyone could bust somebody's nose, but breaking a rib, that was something else. He wasn't sure if he heard a crack or not, so he gave it another kick for good measure. If it didn't break, ah, well. No big loss.
Bill (Ray started to lean towards using that, pretty sure it was the right name) cried out again and began to cry, his breathing laboured with coughing and sputtering from the pain of the stomp and the two hard kicks; not to mention the assortment of punches he had been subjected to prior.
"Get the hell up, you sodding little faerie." Ray's smirk turned into a disdainful sneer. If the fight was going to turn into him versus some crying little girl, then there'd be no more fun in it. Granted, he could mock Bill for it, but it didn't have the same reward as kicking him in.
Bill didn't get up.
"You hear me?"
The crying quieted, replaced by rapid breathing with the occasional sniffle.
"I said get the hell up!" Ray moved to kick again, but felt a firm hand on his shoulder and halted. He short a glare back to whoever was only loosely restraining him.
The hand belonged to the makeshift leader of their group - a tall, lanky, dark haired teen named Terry. "Enough, Ray. You already beat the shit out of him, you ain't gonna get much more fight now."
Ray's shoulders slumped, and he stepped back. If Terry told him stop, he stopped. He sure as hell didn't want to, but he knew better than to challenge the bloke in charge. Besides, Terry was right. Bill wasn't going to give him much more of a fight no matter how long he taunted and teased him.
"Fine. Whatever you want, Terry." With that said, he stepped away from the main group, which was already beginning to dissipate a bit. Ray glanced around for Nick. He felt in need of a damn smoke, and like hell was he going to wait until later for it.